Climb to a rise overlooking a valley in the dark prior to sunrise on opening morning, check.
Wait anxiously with a hot cup of coffee for enough light to make out the valley floor and the far hillside, check.
Realize that the opposite side of the hill has a dozen or more hunters on it who are looking directly at you across the valley, check.
Wonder how in the hell you ended up in such a friggin stupid situation as you get the EFF outta dodge. Check.
You sure need to keep your head on a swivel in that country. I'll go back someday, but it will be a couple days early and I'll head deep into the hills to avoid the fluster cuck.
