I don't deer hunt any longer, but when I did, I was that way about it. I loved walking the woods, looking for signs of deer, seeing all the wildlife. I'd sit in my stand for hours, happy as a lark. I especially enjoyed deer camp. Sitting around the fire at night, talking about the day, cooking on the Coleman stove. We'd fry up the backstrap of the first deer, fry some taters and make gravy. Don't want to shoot them any longer. I just enjoy watching them now, but those were good times.