I started bowhunting five years ago. I rifle hunted for 28 years before that. I could never figure why some friends of mine liked bowhunting so much until I tried it, and after the first evening when a six pointer was standing so close that I could almost touch him, I was hooked for life. I can't think of anywhere I would rather be than in a tree the first week of November watching the sun come up knowing that this might be the day when I harvest the biggest buck I have ever seen. Even if it's not, that is okay too. Bowhunting has become a year around hobby(passion) for me. If I'm not shooting, I'm scouting. If I'm not scouting, I'm reading topo maps, books and watching videos to make me be a better bowhunter. It's hard to find anything that compares to the heartbreak of blowing a shot after putting so much effort into being in the position to take the shot. And there is no greater rush than when all the effort comes together.