When I hunt I sit in a cold metal ladder stand in sub-zero temperatures with nothing but a few layers and some wool socks to keep me warm. I try to play the wind and I try to watch my scent and the closest thing I have to bait is maybe a cedar tree 20 yards or so away. I'm in thick stuff, and I'll probably never shoot a deer past 50 yards. When I raise my gun I have to be extremely careful, timing it when the deer's head is down or behind a tree. Sometimes they spot me, sometimes they don't. When they do, they will be gone faster than you can flick off your safety. I'll maybe see just 2 or 3 deer a year and when I do my whole body starts shaking and my heart beats like a war drum. I have trouble holding onto my gun when I get ready to take a shot. If I get one you better believe it's a trophy in my eyes, even if it does just have 2 little spikes and weighs in at 110 lbs.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.. I love the way I hunt and I live for it every year.