Today, archery season opened here in PA. and I found myself 2 miles from the parking lot by daylight. I had killed a nice fat doe at the start of last year's December flintlock season about 400 yards down the ridge from where I was standing. My long bow was propped against the cluster of chestnut oaks I had selected as my ground stand. It was overcast and quiet with the occasional clatter of acorns dropping to keep me alert. At 9:45, I saw my first deer coming across the ridge followed by a smaller deer. The first, a small racked buck, came slowly up toward the saddle I was covering. He was followed by a small spike, but I failed to look back behind these two, since the 6-pointer(a legal buck in my area), was at 30 yards and closing. I reached to pick up my bow as both deer moved behind the trunks of the oak. The big boy, trailing several yards behind, caught my movement, and one loud snort caused a wild scramble of tails. Within a matter of a few seconds the woods were totally quiet! After 50 years of chasing white-tails, my opening day exuberance had caused me to miss an opportunity at a fine trophy for PA. When the heart-thumping those few minutes stirred doesn't happen anymore, I will give up hunting! What a great way to start our season! I'll be in that same area a few more times before a week of muzzleloader season starting Oct. 16, and my son and I head north for Tioga Co. Only two more years until my grandson joins us. Is this a wonderful sport or what!