I usually think about how I wish I would have had a passion for something that involved warmer weather and getting out of bed later in the day like surfing or reef diving(neither of which I've ever done). Then I usually debate how long I can hold out before I eat my butterscotch krimpets....well that covers my 1st half hour in the stand anyway.

I then usually debate the fact if I am insane or not for being excited to get up at 330am to put a bunch of warm clothes just to sit in the freezing cold and hope to see a deer.

Mainly though, I think about my father who loved taking me hunting and passed away when I was thirteen years old(38 now)5 and how I didn't get to spend many seasons in the woods with him and what he might think of me now.