My first year, I was shooting a used bow. I didn't know anything. The bow fully drawn stopped behind my ear. I shot over the only deer I drew on that year. Opening day of my second year, I had a new bow and left the camp at 3 pm. I was back at 3:15 with a doe. I heard her running to the chestnuts before I got up the tree. It happened fast in 1991. I remember it like yesterday! What a rush!