The Fever

The Fever
The smell of fall and the sound of leaves falling from the trees.

All of the colors, the sounds, the cool crisp breeze.. blowing.
Nature coming to life as everything moves with ease.

The warmth of the sun on your neck, patiently waiting for the next buck to wander through ... never knowing..

Time is of the essence when you're sitting in the stand, it's just you, God, and nature, awaiting for even just a sight.

To just get a peek at the prince of the forest, makes your blood flow, your heart pound, keeps you up thinking all night..

Through trial and error you make your final stalk on this majestic whitetail, setting up as close as you can for an encounter... for the kill..

The harvest, the bounty, the trophy rack spotted in the distance, the time, the hard work, patiently waiting for the moment to be seized,...then there he is.. the chance.. one false move....
the adrenaline....

the frightened white flag of his tail..

another season spent searching for "The One"...

Turns into another year of busting does because again buck fever won....