It doesn't even take that one little sighting for me. I dream deer hunting from the last day of the season until the next season opener. Still, there's something about a sighting that gets your blood pumping. Heck, I don't even have to see the deer. I was dumping some grass clippings in the edge of the woods behind my house three days ago when a deer I didn't know was there blew at me. I never did see the deer, but that sudden adrenalin rush told me that I haven't changed.