I remember one night before opening day very vividly. I was sleeping in the spare bedroom, so my wife's snoring wouldn't keep me awake. I heard a deer coming down the hall. It was a decent 8 pointer. I was getting ready to shoot and man the buck fever was really kicking in. He stopped by my door, looked in right when I was trying to draw my bow, i just couldn't get it back, and said "what do you think you're doing?" I woke up in a sweat. Thankfully, it poured buckets all day and I didn't have to go hunting, but every deer I saw for awhile, I expected it to talk to me.