The day that i stop being symptomatic with buck fever thats when i will quit hunting. But i can control the symptoms better these days. Several years ago I was in Ohio hunting with a muzzleloader and it was pouring down rain. It was raining like pouringpiss outof a boot. I was walking a different way to my climber and when i crossed this old logging road I came across this huge set of fresh tracks. I could see good down the holler into the creek bottom so i thought i would lean up against this big white oak and watch for a little while. I hadnt been there over 20 minutes when i heard the deepest blow that i have ever heard in my life and it came from directly behind me. Very slowly i started to turn my head around, (by the way i had on a camo face mask), and out of the corner of my eye i saw this huge huge buck standing behindme on the other side of the logging road, steam coming fromhisnostrils. Man what a sight that was, well needless to say my heart was in over drive, but i couldnt reach my gun with out him seeing me. My gun was leaning up against the tree that i was leaning on. The monster started stomping hishoove on theground and blew once more. I wasdown wind from the deer so he couldntsmell, that buck knew something just wasnt right. Well he done a 180 and started running up the hill, I grabbed my white rifle and thought i had him in the scope, but somehow this 6 inch elm kinda got in my way. After the shot he stops for a couple of seconds and looks back toward me. Thats the only time i wished i would have been carrying a shotgun that day. But thats how it goes some of the times. You gotta love that deer hunting.