The cooler temps, the light north wind off the river, the smell of leaves rotting on the ground, the crunch of an acorn I walk over them, the smell of a bucks musk in the cold air as it aproaches my stand, the sight of a nice buck moving slowly through the fog, the feel of the draw, the sound of my hearth thumping just as soon as I settle the pin and slowly squeeze the trigger on my release, the sight of the arrow making contact, the 30minute wait before getting out of the stand to recover my arrow, the sight of a good blood trail, the track, finding the buck, kneeling down to thank the lord for what he has blessed me with, cleaning the deer, getting it to the farm, the pictures...and the memories that last a lifetime...