Preacher,to me, the first day I hunt each year is like all of the birthday partys I never had all in one. I can smell and see better, my senses heighten tremendously. I seem to get a better grasp on life each as each hunting season passes, having time to think about things in the quiet, peaceful woods. The main thing I think about on opening day is how lucky I am that somehow hunting, and specifically bowhunting found me...for that I am forever grateful.