This morning I headed out to my stand. I sat from 7:00 till about 11:00 and my back was getting sore and I was getting cold and wet, so I decided to head on back to the truck for lunch and to warm up. before heading back to the stand I put on my winter coat and plastic rain suit pants which squeak every step you make. I sat again in the stand for about an hour and my back was once again starting to hurt and feet were getting cold again but I decided to hang in there a little longer at 2:30ish Im leaning back in my stand and out of nowhere I see a buck 30 feet away from me coming in from the right, instantly my heart starts pounding. I think to myself how am I gonna get in shooting position without him noticing me? I manage to take of my mits and turn his direction but with my heart pounding so hard I lift the rifle and try to steady it but I cant control my breath and I fog up the lens while I try and wipe it off he bounces away and starts blowing really loud(I never heard a deer blow before it would scared the **** outa me if I didnt see him). After this scenario im thinking damn the first buck I ever seen in my life comes in perfect and I mess it all up. Im pretty discouraged with my self but I did learn a valuable lesson, need to be ready all the time never know when one is gonna show up. After this encounter I wasnt cold anymore and sat the rest of the day just hopping that he might come back but no luck. I had a major case of buck fever it was almost like he showed up outa thin air I didn't hear him coming or expect to see any deer nevermind a buck. My first year deer hunting and im offically hooked reminds me of the first salmon I caught but 10x more intense.