There's a primal instinct within those who enter the woods. For some, the wind in the tree's is asylum, for others, the challenge of land is akin to hurdles in life, but for those in search of bounty, the woods are their muse. Up before the sun, the men in orange search all day long. Though it isn't just the lure of bounty which attracts them, the illusive creeps through their thoughts, a recurring dream... The 12 point rack.