I'm not a hunter. I gave up hunting around 1970, while deer hunting at Big Bear, California. I heard a noise down the hill from where I was sitting. I sighted my scope on the spot and a man walked out of the brush dressed in all brown. I had him in the crosshairs. I set down my rifle and haven't hunted since. But, those that hunt, these are for you.
That's it for this post, I'm going fishing. OH Yeh, forgot to tell you, the deer were about 150 feet from my front door.