Like most ol'boys, the farmer has bad knees - so he travels lite.
A thermos of hot coffee, a cold meat sandwich(nothing with sprouts tho) and a rifle - any ol' rifle will do(a 30-30 is still best)...but no more than that!
After a large breakfast all cook in one big iron skillet - can't tell where the eggs stop and the buscuits and gravy begins.
He heads to the deer woods, later than most, but with a full belly and he knows where the little eatin' deer are.
No deer scents, grunt calls, rattlin' horns or fox urine for him!