I hunt in Kansas I don't wear them. It is always in the back of my mind every time i go out. A couple years ago i thought i was a dead man. i was walking back to the truck after a fruitless hunt i wasn't really watching what i was stepping on then all of a sudden i heard a rattling noise. i figured my life was already over i might as well see what killed me before i died and it turned out to be a little gardner snake that was shaking its tail in dry leaves.