No cover scents, no attractants, no fancy stands, no trail cameras. Sitting on a board, in the fork of a tree. Just a recurve bow, and a glue on broad head. It's gonna be cold here Saturday morning. I hadn't hunted in years. It'd be nice to stick a fat doe about 30 minutes after daylight Saturday. The way we used to of course. I'll probably winterize some equipment instead, just thought I'd reminisce a while.