The hard work of hunting is to shorten distance. It does not matter if you are up a tree or in a blind, if you don’t live there all the time, your presence is loud. Each footstep a deafening roar to a deer, taking your weight and height based on the sound you make crashing through their woods. The scent off particles clung between the treads of boots. The smell of sweat. We’re the only ones who sweat. The hard work is watching the weather and reading the wind. Hard work clear