A few years ago, we had a decent camp set up. A couple guys showed up before daylight in a small foreign car and headed up a ridge where they killed a decent bull. By dark, they only had a half packed out. They had no camp and no food. They spent the night sitting up in that miserable mini-car and didn't even have coffee, let alone breakfast.
Why do some people go hunting like that? Even a half-wit stumbles across game once in a while.
