I'm worse than a kid on X-Mas morning! It's 3:00am,and I'm up,on here and making sure I've got everything loaded for the hunt. You would think after deer hunting for 40+ years this would wear off,but the excitement (the only excitement,according to the wife) is still there! I'll have my popup blind set up about a hour before daylight,then the magic moment of dawn will come,and I'll be all eyes,and ears. Then by 9:00am I'll be hungry munching on snack food I brought along,and drinking hot coffee out of the thermos. By 10:00am I'll prouably be asleep in my folding chair,snoring(my now famous Buck call) At noon the younger guy's I hunt with,will come over to the blind to "check in on the O'l man" and I'll wake up and say I didn't see a thing all morning! They will grin,knowing that they seen at least 3 deer within range of my blind,wondering what that strange noise was inside! I wouldn't trade this time in my life for anything. I remember back in the day,I was the young pup. Watching over the O'l man in our hunts,I learned alot from them, many of them have since passed on. Now the rolls have reversed. My family thinks I'm too old to hunt the big woods alone anymore,maybe their right? I'm not the hunter I once was,but the O'l Dog still likes to go on the hunt. Good times,great friends,and God's great creatures,and outdoors. It can't get any better than this! Ron