I usually have a pretty good gut feeling as for how a hunt is going to go.

My favorite days are when I'm hunting alone, driving in the dead of the night out to my area of choice, with the Ipod plugged into the car stereo, with a 20 ounce of Mountain Dew nestled in the cup holder, a full tank of gas, andthe treestand clanking around in the back seat.At that point,I'm completely at peace with the world.

That little red ricegrinder turns into heaven on wheels.

Something about being by myself, I don't feel pressured or obligated to change my plan of attack. My ingress is always smooth as silk. No drama. No panic. No pressure to see deer just b/c your buddy is having action. No time limit. Once you hit your target tree, it's a matter of "when" not "if."

VERY rarely have I ever had opportunities when I didn't expect them.