Hunt a different place and see. Times when it doesn't matter so much and times when it does.

I was in one of those when it doesn't, sitting there getting bugged by something stuck in my sock pricking me. First time I've ever taken a boot off on stand, wouldn't you know it a doe being run raged by a buck busts out right under me heading out into the clear cut, both frothing at the mouth. I'm up with my boot half off weapon in hand waiting for her to take him out and she stops, looks right up at me, turns quickly and bolts back into the woods. I'd of bet she would've never given me a thought. Sure was exciting.

Nothing this year has seen me except her. It matters.