About two weeks or so before the season I stop and survey the wreckage of getting where I am. There is a small pile of broken nocks, inserts, foam, feathers, chewed up things I've used for targets and a broken arrow or two in front of the target. There are tabs and gloves and hunks of leather and velcro everywhere. Field points, blunts broadheads, files, unused footings, a menagerie of things I've tried that didn't make the cut. Camo is clean and sealed up. Knives are sharp and out where I can see them. An empty pack is on the floor by the bed, ready. Old elk diaphrams are laying around. Plastic containers of HS cow elk urine and pine. Arrows are tilted up in every corner. There is a path of bare dirt to the target. Stringers, strings, limb bolts, peeled off strike plates and rest leather. nock points. How my wife has put up with all this, I have no idea. A sock in the living room won't be on the floor 3 second before the screeching starts, but a half dozen 175 gr crusty blunts on the cherry coffee table? No problem.
I just take a moment and survey all that, and that's when I know it's time and I'm ready.