My husband was telling me stories of years ago of him and his brother. When they were getting ready for their hunting trips. They had sixty eight acres of land, some of the land had very dense pine trees so at mid-day sun it was almost pitched black underneath. After the first time that he got lost he started bringing a compass to find his way out. Back then on his riffle he only had cross airs to line up his shot. Him and his brother were so happy one Christmas when they received new scopes as one of their Christmas presents. They were such better shots after lining up their new scopes.