Funny you should say that goose. I am nowhere near the bowhunter some on here are but three years ago I was heading into a spot for a afternoon hunt on a four wheeler. Had all my fancy scent blocking camo in a airtight bag on the back rack to change into when I got there. Passing a waterhole I spotted three cows and a nice 300 class bull running down a hill towards the water. Bailed off my quad and ran down a draw to get to the bottom of the levy on the waterhole. Listened to them play around in the water for awhile then cow called a couple of times. the cows came sprinting around the corner of the berm and ran straight at me, stopping about three yards away on the other side of a juniper. I saw the bull coming around the corner and drew my bow. He walked straight at me and stopped at thirty yards. Never killed a elk before and the combination of excitement and holding my bow at full draw forever had me shaking like a leaf. When he finally turned I missed him by a mile. afterwards I realized that I was crouched in front of a juniper on the side of the hill, behind nothing and in full view of the elk as they approached. I was wearing blue jeans and a black t-shirt and black hat. Had cows run right to me and a bull come right at me and stop at thirty yards and bugle several times. No doubt camo helps but look at some of the old timers photos of hunting. They were wearing wool pants and plaid shirts, and killing animals.
I'm the type of guy who "cups" his hand over his butt, farts, and dishes it out like a soup kitchen.