I never said I don’t get excited. But it’s more of a “hell yes, it’s effing hammer time” emotion. A surge of adrenaline/anticipation - getting that shot at what you’ve drilled on. A chance for a possible reward for the countless hours, money, time, tweaking equipment, driving, laying awake wondering what that target buck is up to.
For me it’s been decades of shooting. I was really into archery in 80s. Every day 100s of arrows. I won state indoor championship (barebow) once and second place at state broadhead at buffalo gap (Oneida Eagle with all the bells/whistles). Like Dave said, you learn to get ahold of your damn self or you won’t place. After a while you learn to approach the task like a robot - it’s just you and that one tiny spot on the target and that’s where the arrow needs to end up. Over and over.
Would it be more fun if I fell apart, shaking like a leaf and maybe even shit myself?
Quite honestly, Yes.
