First cool morning sit down here in Mississippi. Get in early so I can snuggle into my brand new Asbell pullover and drink a slug or two of coffee. Shooting light is at 6:33 and around 6:15 I hear something decidedly deery rustling near at hand. I quietly stand up and nock an arrow.
6:20 - 13 minutes till shooting light - rustle, rustle.
6:25 - 8 minutes till shooting light - trees begin to take shape in the darkness, rustle, rustle.
6:29 - 5 minutes till shooting light - where is that noise coming from, it's close!
6:30 - 3 minutes till shooting light - RING, RING, RING goes my weekday alarm clock! Muffled curses and a scramble for my pockets. A snap of a branch and then silence... I guess that's what I get for playing hooky.