Think outside the box to catch up with pressured bucks

Rustling leaves can be deceiving… another squirrel. A stick snapping signals something much heavier. The rhythm in the leaves causes my heart to pound from adrenalin. It has to be a deer approaching. Clutching the nock to the string, my fingers bounce with the heartbeat.
Few things in my life have been like it. The thrill never goes away. I am not alone, the yearning for opening day. We get better at it, being in the right place at the right time. Just showing up is necessary, but not as much as having a reasonable idea of what you are doing.