To me the "fun" is getting up early on a crisp cold fall morning and getting in my tree in time to watch the sun come. After a little while of enjoying the wakening day I hear crunching in the leaf and look toward the sound to see a deer, any deer, coming right where I thought that it would. Then driving a 100 grain Muzzy through it's chest and watching it die in sight. And then seeing the look on my sons face when I get home and tell him that I killed one, man October can't get here soon enough.