When I first started bowhunting in the early 80's, I used to drive from near downtown Cincinnati to Hocking Hills, pitch a tent, get a few hours sleep and then go hunt. I'd not see a shower from Friday until I got back on Sunday. I was alone, so it didn't make much difference to anyone. It took me a while to figure out what that strange snorting noise was in the woods. What surprises me is that I saw deer every time I went out. I even turned down shots, because I was holding out for a buck. Everything I read at the time said nothing about scent being a big factor. You just knew to play the wind. If I remember correctly, my first dalliance with sodium bicarb was in 1986. I went full-tilt in the other direction. Let me just say that coming out of a tent in 30F and giving myself a cold sponge bath in the open air was an exhilarating experience. The Shamanic Dream Team grew up well after 2000. By then, I was always hunting from a place that had a warm shower available.