When I was in the stand, I just sat and listened. The wind whipped tears out of my eyes, and my nose ran like crazy. The treestand was swaying with the tree to which it was attached as the sun crept across the sky, the only indicator that time was running out. Usually, my mind runs wild with thoughts and daydreams, but out there--everything fell silent. Like a puzzle, the pieces all fit. That's when the deer, a doe and her fawn, cautiously slipped into sight.