About 25 years ago, the night before opening morning, in north east Iowa, I had a dream. A large bodied 8 pointer was walking along. I had my new 85 pound bamboo longbow in hand that I made myself. I checked my broadhead, it was sharp so I was ready to shoot. The deer came broadside, my fingers were on the string, I felt the rush and the buck fever. Then right as I began my draw, the buck turned towards me and said in a deep voice, "What do you think you're doin'".
My ritual is, I do not go to sleep until 10:00 to 11:30 A.M. of opening morning, usually out in the woods somewhere. That is when the sleep depredation catches up to me and it is sleep or die time.