I didn't know there was bow hunting in southern France, cool. A friend swears by his super expensive moccasins, that he had crepe soles added to. They are very nice, but i will never tell him that. Once when stalking a decent 8 pointer with about 80 yards to go, he stepped on a downed tree limb that he must have thought that he couldn't go around or step over. It blew up like dead wood fireworks. The 8 point buck spun in his direction and came straight at him like a Spanish bull. He missed it at short yardage. When it came towards me, I blew on my fawn call to slow him down, but instead, he threw it into full turbo charged over drive, so I saved myself an arrow and let him pass. Noise and still hunting, crunching snow and crunching gravel will always alert deer.