Leave the day/night before the hunt opens (we have incredibly short seasons for big game).
Arrive at camp.
Set up camp.
Start fire.
Throw random edible items in dutch oven.
Make sure firearms are legally unloaded.
Crack a few beers, and sit around the fire.
Eat delicious dutch oven energy supplement for tomorrow's hunting energy.
Continue sitting around fire, until everyone is tired.
Urinate.
Go to bed.
Wake up at 2:30 am to urinate (I didn't drink THAT much, did I?).
Wake up at 10:30 am with an incredible urge that requires locating the toilet paper - quickly!
Spend a couple hours using multiple rolls of toilet paper... wondering if it was the beer, the food, the altitude, or something else.
Chug water, in feeble attempt to rehydrate.
Attempt hike into "deep, dark, nasty" spot on mountain.
Return to camp in short time - it really was the beer...
Sit in camp, trying to rehydrate for rest of day.
Start fire.
Throw random edible items in dutch oven.
Make sure firearms are legally unloaded.
Crack a few beers..............
The Great American Sportsman, that abuses alcohol, destroys mother nature, and throws beer cans everywhere (while hunting) really angers me. But... I enjoy the hunt and the time in the mountains more than the actual killing and the work that comes after a kill. I'm generally content relaxing and enjoying a few beers, once I'm done hunting for the day (the areas I hunt have "not a drop" laws for alcohol consumption, and my party adheres to that strictly -- not a drop, until the hunting is done, and the firearms are legally unloaded).
On the days that there isn't some kind of gastrointestinal distress, I still don't get out of bed early. I have scientifically proven (to myself), that I have just as good of a chance filling my tags at 11 am, as I do 30 minutes before sunrise. I sleep in, and enjoy it.