Sitting in a tree for several hours at a time, waiting on a deer to come within range, gives you a lot of time to think. When you first settle down in the dark, watching the sky slowly lighten, all your thoughts are on deer. But when it gets light enough that you stop seeing antlers on every stump, your mind may wander a little.

For a few seconds it may linger on the problems of the world. Ebola, IRS scandals, Russia invading Ukraine, terrorists attacks on our embassies, terrorists killing people in the US and Canada and all the other top news items don’t hold your thoughts long. You may clench your teeth when you think about how hard you work to be able to hunt a day or two while the government takes chunks of your money to give to folks that don’t work, but your natural surroundings make those things pass quickly.

Your main concentration is on trying to do everything right so you don’t spook a deer, and watching for any tell-tale movement that indicates one is nearby, but you do notice many other things. You do see movement and every flicker draws hard examination, but it is almost always a squirrel or bird. Why are they called gray squirrels when they have only brown, black and white hairs? But they do look gray. Those are the kinds of thoughts that pass through your mind.

Even the trees and bushes seem sharper as the sun comes up. You can identify almost all of them from the bark, leaves and shape. That comes from years of study looking for food sources. And a falling leaf is interesting in the way it changes direction. They all have their own paths, some falling straight down, some spiraling, some fluttering like a wounded dove.

A thunking sound makes you smile. You know it is a big white oak acorn hitting a limb then the ground as it falls. After all, that is why you are set up here. White oaks dropping their acorns all around will definitely attract whitetails.

A distant train wails and you know why so many books and poems claim this is one of the most forlorn sounds. It reminds you of passing time, leaving a place you love and someone leaving you. Then a murder of crows go wild and their cawing calls bring you back to the reality of the woods.

You watch your breath in the cold morning air, noting the way it moves, knowing any scent you have that will spook a deer will go the same way. A squirrel comes out of its nests in a nearby tree, stretches and scratches, then starts barking at you. No matter how well you are camouflaged he sees you. But this is his home. He notices a new lump in a tree just like you would notice, as you came out of your bedroom, someone sitting on your couch.

And you can only hope you are high enough and well hidden enough so a deer doesn’t spot you before you can get a shot. That is why you are 50 yards from the trail you are watching. You only have a few narrow shooting lanes to it and that helps you hide, but you know you will not have long to get off an accurate shot through one of them.

And if you notice little flickers of movement from squirrels, birds and falling leaves you just know a deer will see you raise your hand to scratch your nose or if you move your head scanning around. So you make all movements very slowly, even if your nose is about to drive you crazy. Movement definitely draws the attention of a deer. Maybe that is why they seem to bed down and not feed when it is windy. There is just too much movement. And scents get blown around and are not reliable.

The sun makes interesting, changing patterns as it filters through the trees and leaves. You have set up so you won’t be looking through your scope directly into it, knowing a stray ray can blind you, and you hope you are at the right angle so it doesn’t interfere with any shot you get.

A crunch in the leaves makes you turn your head slowly to check it out, but you know before looking it has to be a squirrel. Deer can walk through the woods without making a sound. You can be looking at a spot, glance away and when you look back a deer will be standing there. It did not make a sound, it is like it popped out of the ground right there.

All these things and many more are the reasons you hunt. You can’t ever become “one with nature,” but this gets you as close as possible. Even if you don’t see a deer the time flies by and, as you climb down to the ground, you can’t wait till the next time you are up in a tree, thinking.