Well said, except I think of God in the woods AND in church. Last year I killed a nice Georgia doe at about 0830. Tracked her, dressed her, propped her open and ran to the truck to find a hose at my landowners house to wash my hands, changed clothes and made it to church to teach my Sunday school class of 6th graders at 1015. Served in church, then my daughter and I stopped by to roll the cart to the truck and load her up. Talk about a great morning! The joy of urban deer hunting!