The “what” of scent control

Have you ever been shopping in a store and someone walks by and your nose goes crazy from the smell of perfume or some not so other nice smells?

Have you ever seen someone that stands out in a crowd of people, someone that because of the color or the way they wear their clothes just stands out.

Think with me for a second when you’re out in the woods.

What’s around you?

Is it trees or rocks?


What is the most dominant color?

Once you found out what is the most dominant color for you area then sit down and close your eyes.

Take a couple of deep breaths and try to determine the most dominant smell.

Is it the smell of trees or brush?

Is it the dirt?

Once you establish the most dominant smell and the most dominant color for your specific area, then you have found the secret on how to disappear.

You want to smell like a most dominant smell and you want to wear the colors of the most dominant colors in the area.

When applying scent you don’t want to be so strong that that’s all you could smell you want to have a faint smell, not over bearing.

You want to blend in not stand out.   

That’s where Hunter’s Best comes in.

You want to deal with your core, your skin first.

Hunter’s Best scent concealer was designed to go on the skin to help eliminate human orders and also to apply a faint scent of your surroundings.

The same is with your clothes you want the colors to blend in not stand out.

Wear clothes that match your surroundings.

Now that you know what to wear and how to smell like your surroundings, you can disappear.

Good hunting.

Hunter’s Best helping to make memories.



“The Hunted” part 2

If you haven’t already read the first part of this story you may want to take some time and look it over. It’s a great story and you may be a little lost as to where we are picking up the story. We will wait here for you to get back….

Ok, let’s jump into it where we left off.

….In what felt like an eternity, the close encounter played out in just a matter of minutes. Raising his head, he simply stepped back onto the trail and continued to walk along the edge of the clearing. At 10’ out I raised the bow and drew it back as slowly as possible. The bow was shaking so much that I couldn’t steadily keep the sights on him as he walked directly away from me. Meanwhile, my window of opportunity was quickly diminishing. At 30 yards out, he stepped over a log. Leaving his hind feet up on it he paused for a moment. Still too shaky to make a clean shot, I stood there holding my 70 lb bow at full draw. He slowly made his way into the trees on the opposite side of the clearing. Lowering the bow with a sigh of relief, I could breathe again and actually enjoy what just happened. The thrill of a lifetime! Overwhelmed with excitement and frustration, I walked over and sat down on a nearby log. Blown away with what just happened, I set the bow down on the log at my left side. Sitting there in silence, I began to replay the encounter over and over again in my mind. It’s rare that I let an animal just walk away, but I knew that I never had a clean, confident shot. Coming down from the high, I soon became grateful of the everlasting memory that was just created and I realized that the slightest change to my self control could have taken a nasty turn for the worst and what had become a fond memory could have been a living nightmare! Praise God! The Lord was watching over me.

After about 30 minutes had passed, now calm and content, I suddenly realized that the hunt was not over. From the north side of the clearing, movement caught my eye. I looked up to see the same bear walking back out into the clearing, heading back toward the creek. For the second time in the same day, I made the exact same mistake, not prepared! Dry leaves beneath my feet, my bow laying on the log and once again not facing the right direction to make a bow shot. I was trying to make the most of my current poorly staged opportunity, I stood up while grabbing my bow and knocking an arrow. Not able to move my feet again, in one fluid motion, I twisted my body and drew my bow, following him with the sights broadside as he walked behind the only log 30 yards out into the clearing. He stopped. Right behind the log and the only standing tree in the entire meadow. I saw a window through the branches. I wasn’t about to let him go a second time. Quickly I set the sights on him through the six inch opening and released. Thump! With all of the excitement that had taken place in the last hour, I had forgotten the yardage and shot as if it were 20 yards instead of 30. Though I was dead on, the arrow placement was 2” low and the broad head buried itself in the log. Suddenly he bolted to the south edge of the tree line where he stopped and looked around trying to understand what made the loud noise. I knocked another arrow and drew on him. Now any successful bow hunter knows that distinctive sound of an arrow connecting with its prey. By sight and sound I knew this time I made a good shot as he bolted into the trees. For ten minutes I quietly celebrated my first victory with a bow. The success of a perfect shot was indicated upon retrieval of the blood soaked arrow. Daylight was now quickly fading in the deep ravine of old growth pines and firs, so I went to work tracing his exact steps into the trees. Now I’m beginning to doubt my so called perfect shot because I couldn’t find a single trace of blood anywhere. Crawling on my hands and knees through the only logical path he could have taken, I searched and searched for the slightest sign. Armed with nothing more than a small Mag light, I crawled through the dense dark thicket in what was now pitch black darkness. I looked for blood. I looked for hair. It was like he had just vanished into the darkness. Then it caught my eye, a glimmer of light that reflected off a single drop of water which had been splashed upon a blade of grass at the creek’s edge. Yes! I then knew that I was at least on his path. Leaping across the creek, I fell to my hands and knees in search of the slightest clue. Unbelievable! Still no blood. How is this possible? The arrow passed clean through him and the blood on it indicated a lung shot. “I’m gonna be here all night” I told myself. “There’s no telling how far he went.” Then with an unsuspecting turn to my right, just like a sleeping cat that was startled, I nearly jumped out of my skin when my hand touched the warm fur of the bear lying in the darkness. For the 3rd time in as many hours, I had to catch my breath and calm my racing heart! There he was, not 20 yards from the point of impact, lying dead in the thick brush at the creek’s edge.

Although this archery bear hunt turned out to be an exciting and successful hunt, it could have easily been a tragedy. Hunter’s Best does not recommend intentionally placing yourself in harms way for the thrill of the hunt or any other reason for that matter. Please be safe out there and happy hunting!

The Hunted

Bear hunting with hounds has always been lots of fun. Back in 2001, I was introduced to bow hunting. Archery bear hunts quickly added a degree of challenge and excitement to the hunt. Bears can be a creature of habit, so I easily adapted to patterning their habits and setting up a tree stand in their path.

My second season of archery bear hunting has become one of my most memorable hunts to date. I spent 3 days searching for, then studying and learning the daily pattern of, a black bear. Sharpening my new found hunting skills, I had great hope that this would be the year that I would harvest a bear with my bow. The boar that I was after had a habit of walking a game trail through a small half acre meadow near the bottom of a deep ravine, nestled between two mountains. There was a small creek isolated by dense woods and undergrowth running through the bottom. On the second day of the hunt, in the late afternoon, I slowly hiked into the clearing where my tree stand was. I had encountered a few does during the hike in and quickly realized that I should have arrived a few hours earlier. I stood at the base of the fir tree where I had placed my tree stand a few days earlier, watching and listening for a couple of minutes prior to climbing the rope ladder into the tree. I could hear a heavy set animal quietly stirring around down in the dense thicket below the clearing. Knowing that there were deer nearby, I was unsure if what I was hearing was a deer or a bear. To prevent spooking the animal, I decided not to climb into the stand. I found a huge pine next to the trail near the edge of the clearing. Placing my back to the tree, facing the meadow with bow in hand, I waited anxiously hoping the animal would soon show itself. For about 30 minutes, I listened to it move back and forth just 20 yards from me, but out of sight it remained. Then 10 minutes of puzzling silence. I waited anxiously as many thoughts raced through my head. “Where did it go? Did I spook it?” Though I was dressed in full camos and using every scent concealment product I knew of at the time, I checked for a breeze. There was a very, very slight breeze, barely noticeable but swirling around in the ravine. “It must have winded me” I thought. Then I hear it, a faint twig snap coming from behind. I slowly twisted around to see and there he was. A beautiful cinnamon colored black bear had just stepped out of the thicket and had caught my movement. We both stood there motionless, just staring at each other. He could only see my head because of how I was looking around the large pine. Strangely enough, he seemed to have lost interest and began walking cautiously up the hill through the fallen trees and dry leaves toward the trail. He paused for a moment with a small fir blocking his eyesight of me. I slowly turning back around, and positioned my bow. Already having an arrow knocked, I clipped the release around the string and rested the bottom cam against my left leg so that I wouldn’t tire while waiting. I couldn’t reposition my feet without alarming the bear, so I was stuck facing the wrong way. Making a shot would be 100% impossible from this position. I kept thinking “please come up on my left side”, but he wasn’t doing it. I strained to listen as he walked up the hill, getting closer and closer behind me. I knew he had reached the trail because he wasn’t rustling the leaves anymore. If there was ever a time in my life to wish for eyes in the back of my head, this was it. Ever so quietly, he walked the trail toward me. I knew he was getting close because I could now hear his breathing. I strained my eyes peripherally trying to see him without turning my head. Closer and closer he came until finally I could see him out of the corner of my eye. Wearily, he walked the trail that I was standing just 2’ off of. The word “nervous” took on a whole new meaning as he approached and stopped right in front of me. With my heart racing, he stretched his nose out to my right knee. Taking a step closer, he ran his nose down my leg to my boot. Though he never touched me, I don’t believe I could have gotten a pencil between us. With his head down, smelling my boots, I looked down at him with my mouth open and eyes as wide as they could get. I thought to myself, “I like a good thrill, but holy smokes this is too close!” I looked back up as my heart was trying to explode out of my chest, just to see the top cam of the bow start to shake. “Stop it! Don’t move!” said the voice in my head. I knew that the slightest movement would cause him to either attack or run. Black bears are generally not aggressive to people, however, being this close could provoke an attack if startled. It solely depended upon his gut reaction and I had no intention of finding out which it would be……………….To be continued………………

The Art of Disappearing.

The who, what, where, and why of odor control. We will be diving deeper into each segment in future posts but here is a basic overview of the major reasons for controlling odor.


Who is you and anyone that your partner up with for hunting. Believe me if you’re serious about hunting and being scent free, your partner should be serious about it too. Nothing is more disappointing than getting out hunting and having your partner scare the game away. So choose your hunting partner wisely. Make sure they’re as serious as you are.


One of the most important parts of hunting and disappearing is knowing what scent to use. You need to know what types of brush and trees are in your hunting area. If you’re in the pine trees use pine. If you’re in the sage use sage and so on. You need to know your surroundings and the better you know them the easier it is to disappear.


This is very important on quite a few levels. You don’t want to get fully sent free at home. It won’t do you any good if you’re riding around in a vehicle full of different scents. You do however need to make sure your clothing is scent free prior to heading out. After your clothes are scent free you need to put all your hunting clothes in a scent free bag with your favorite scent. Close it and keep it there until you’re at the border of your hunting area. You don’t want to put your clothes on and apply cover scents until you are outside the vehicle just before you go hunting. You should always start by taking care of your skin, then de-scenting your clothing again.


The answer to this should be very obvious. The object to hunting is to harvest an animal. If all you want out of your hunting season is to be normal and harvest and animal every three to five years, then by all means do what the majority of hunters do and don’t use scent products. Some people are successful not using scent products. BUT, they are not nearly as successful as they would be if they were to use scent products.

If you want to increase your odds of harvesting an animal get serious about taking care of odor, from your body to your clothes.

Your increased success is only a decision away.

Hunter’s Best – Helping make memories.