I grew up in mid florida, and hunted in what used to be woods and cattle country between Osprey and Arcadia. Originally a single shot 20g then I finally got a bolt action, a Remington 788 carbine in .308 . Since most of the hunting was for hogs with fairly short sight distances in palmetto scrub country, I used 220 grain bullets which just punched through the brush. I always kept a few 150 grain rounds in my pocket in case I got a shot across a cow pasture. ( nice thing about a bolt action, it’s easy to swap out a round). The good old days, when you could just walk into the woods and not even hear another shot all day. Unlike the constant powpowpow today.
When I was around 18, one day I hunted way into the Eglin AFB reservation. I had started on the edge and got really into some deep original growth woods.
I was propped up against a tree and the thought came to me that I might be the only person to ever be at that location.
Then as I was looking around, I happened to notice and empty cigarette pack on the ground.