Is it weird if I look at that video and just wonder how I would have to adjust my hunting style if I lived out there? Put enough hay away as a youngster usually the one at the top of the mow getting all the dust from each bale coming off the elevator and working near the roof where it's a stifling 100 degrees with no air moving on a good day, that anything hay related makes me intentionally think of other things as an automatic defense mechanism to forget the torture. Lol.

One is alone in a land so vast, there is only the mountains, the wind, and the eyes of God.