I remember the 1st time the the truck dropped me off. It was at midnight and my " blind" was at the end of a 200 yd trail, surrounded by a swamp on all sides. As the truck drove off and its lights dissappeared over the hill, it became the darkest and scaryest place I had ever been. I could litterly not see my hand in front of my face. There I stood 10,500 miles away from home, an m-60 in one hand and a metal box of 308' s in the other. That was back in ' 69 and, believe me, it was super creepy! I was down right skeered! But I got over it and now a walk through an Arkansas pine thicket on a dark night is pretty nice.
And you know, there are 10s of thousands of our country' s sons that wish all they had to worry about is walking upon a skunk in a pin oak flat, or a copperhead on a pine ridge back here in the good ole USA.
Good Luck!