Yeah, it's easier on creaky, crotchety old men that way. Why, I remember when we'd chase 'em down on foot, jump on their backs, and cut their throats (not hard with deer and such, but more challenging with rabbits and squirrels). Back then we were REAL hunters! None of this namby-pamby camouflage! No! We hunted naked, smeared with mud, like nature intended! And we chipped our own knives and spear points out of rocks! I remember one time I was out there and had a aptosaurus surrounded it was just me... snoresnoresnore....