Very interesting how hunting laws differ state to state. Here in Pa it's illegal to hunt deer with dogs and there is even a law saying you may shoot a dog that is chasing deer !
I found that odd as your allowed to use dogs here to kick up birds and rabbits.
As far as buck fever I never got shakes but still when I see that buck I have have been waiting for,my heart still starts pounding from the adrenaline rush. I hope I always get that feeling. Makes me feel alive.
I think it's pretty much a southern thing. Even here in Virginia it's against the law west of the Blue Ridge Mountains. No idea why, it's been that way since I was a little kid at least (and that was a LONG time ago).
As Mike said, it's a dying sport around here too as the area becomes more urbanized. Dogs and deer don't understand property lines, and the big leases are being broken up by urbanization. I haven't hunted in about twenty years or so. Got bit by the bass fishing bug, but as I get older, I sure miss the comradery. Like most hunting it certainly wasn't killing a deer that made it so much "fun" for lack of a better word. It was the gang. We had about 30-40 regular members, and a few more who might show up opening day, Thanksgiving, big days like that.
I barely remember a deer I killed, but I remember arriving at the club house to the smell of biscuits, bacon and coffee. I remember standing around the skinning shed talking trash after the hunt was over. I remember the "shirttail boards." If you missed a deer, there was someone designated to cut the corner off your shirt. Then that would be stapled to a board, numbered by the season. We had twenty years or more of them nailed up inside the clubhouse. Each one had a tag with the name of the shooter, the date, and the intended target. There was always a "remember that day" conversation going on it seems. I remember one fellow who got so mad at himself for missing (again) he nailed his whole shirt up there.
My ex-wife hunted with us a few times. She always made sure to wear something lacy under her shirt. She said if she ever missed, she wanted everyone to remember who's shirttail it was. Sure enough, she did, and it was still there the last time I stopped by for a visit.
A week or so ago, I drove by and saw from the road the old clubhouse has apparently burned down. I may have to go by there and see if i can find out what happened. See if any of the old gang is still around.