Indeed it is and when it's not, I'll be hanging it up. In all seriousness, I started this obsession when I was four years old. I'm not what anyone would consider a trophy hunter as my entire family eats the majority of their protein for what we harvest ourselves. However, I can still feel the heartbeat in my throat when I see a mature deer or elk. Two years ago, the day Monday before Thanksgiving, my son was home from college and we were hunting in one of our small tracts of land and I saw the biggest buck I've ever seen with a gun or bow in my hand chasing a doe. He was 170" plus and I didn't get a shot. However, I sat in the stand for over an hour shaking like a leaf on a windy day. After it was all said and done I thought to myself, after all the years and all the animals taken, it still gets to me like a kid who just saw his first deer. Nothing better!