You sit quiet and motionless in your stand for several hours watching the sunrise, hearing the birds awaken to a new, active day.
Several squirrels play tag in a nearby hickory.
A fluffy red fox is nosing each tuft of grass as he moves through and upsets the squirrels' game. You watch the trail you have so carefully scouted that leads through the thicket of sweet gums and small pines by your stand to the heavily wooded area away from the soybean field. You watch and wait. Out of the corner of your eye, you detect movement. Your heart jumps.