Full stop, hunting is hard.
It's beyond hard. It's the sort of Type 2 fun where you repeatedly ask yourself, "Why the hell am I doing this?"
That's usually after you've climbed 2,000 vertical feet in under two miles with 50 pounds of gear on your back, just for you to glass (use your binoculars or spotting scope to find animals, for all you newcomers) all day and only come away with seeing a moose. Probably one which you don't have a tag for. Or, to begin following the tracks of lions or bears who are clearly having far more luck than you.
So whenever and wherever you can make the task at hand easier, you take it.
