In Pennsylvania, today is the traditional opening day of buck season. Sitting in a tree stand, a 4x8 platform 25 ft in the air that I built 12 years ago with a little help from my aging father, I am gazing out over the head of a wooded ravine on land settled by my ancestors in the late 1700s. When my great-grandparents died young almost 100 years ago leaving 6 daughters, the farm was abandoned and has reverted to forest. This land, now owned by me and 3 other family members, has been used by my family for camping, hiking, family reunions, and especially hunting. Some of my most treasured memories are of being here first with my Dad and brother, then teaching my son and daughter about hunting and the outdoors here. Today is an unusual opening day, I am here by myself. Being here gives me an opportunity to connect with nature, to commune with God, to reflect on life and family, and to think about how this wonderful place, my ancestors, and my experiences here with my family have impacted my life. Don't get me wrong, I hope to fill my tag and provide for my family. But that is just a small part of why I am out in the woods today.