I would go batshit crazy if I had to sit still and stare at the same trees for more than a couple hours, then I gotta start moving around. To that end, I take minimal stuff which includes snacks - just a handful of candy bars (at least one of which must be a Milky Way for good luck, as that's what my Dad issued me on our first hunts in the mid-60's), and a pint bottle of water (as much for rinsing blood of the hands as for quenching thirst). I could cram all the junk in the pockets and game pouch of my old red Woolrich coat, but for convenience sake have started using an Israeli paratrooper haversack. Carrying a meal of sorts, to me, is folly, as I'm not likely to starve in a day in the woods and the supper is then relished all the more.
