oh man i still get wound up ofr the first day of hunting seasons and it is about the possibility of the rack of a lifetime! I love that excitement and i get cranked when a doe pops out and starts looking behind her........But i also like it when the geese start forming and honking over my valley and landing in the beaver pond behind my stand raising a ruckus. I like it when the hawk works the tree line across the strip mine fields from me, both of us tuned to everything in those thickets we are watching, nothing moving but our eyes. I like it when the red fox crosses the fields and starts jumping on the tufts of grass and I like it when the contrails are criss crossed in the sky. But i go out to kill a deer and hopefully a trophy, I am picky and have the patience to wait or possibly not get a the buck I am after, fine I am human, the rest of this stuff is just desert, I am out to kill a trophy and get meat! I take in the whole experience but face it after 45 years of hunting I am still out looking for the big one and making meat.