Was it the first time a deer walked under your stand? How about that very first bowkill? Maybehammering a bigboy?

Mine wasn't any of that. It was actuallywhen I heard for the very first time, antlers of a (happened to be, tho I didn't know it at the time) mature buck laying a light tapping rythm on the saplings and brush as he made his way my way through the thick. In those 15 seconds I thought for sure I'd fall out of my tree from the uncontrollable shaking. I never did get him, but got something to last a lifetime... the addiction!

How about you?