It came over me about 3 years ago. The thrill of the hunt was there but I found myself letting more and more walk. It gets worse when you start nameing the ones that you see often. There was one that I called scruffy and I would toss orange peels and hit him on the head. He was pitiful.
I bow hunted for the 1st time on Wednesday
and it was a hoot. I didn' t see any deer but spent the time learning. U know, what to do with all that stuff, Bow, bow quiver, butt pack, calls, ropes hanging everywhere, and a release hanging on my wrist.[X(] But I' m more prepared for Saturday, and who knows, I may let a couple more walk.[:-]