As far as hunting goes I think people have romantic notions about what it’s like. As if they are gonna move out there and fill up their freezer super easy. The wolves have dispersed the elk and the herds can’t settle in the valleys the way they used to because of development. Sure, you can stand on the border of Yellowstone with all of the outfitters and wait to shoot some trophy when it steps over the boundary but I don’t think you should be up for any sportsman award. Some of the hunting involves thick bush where people often get their faces swiped off by Grizzly bears, so there’s that too. In other places it’s so open the animals can see you from literally miles away. A friend of mine stalked pronghorn for a week. Belly crawled for two days, bedding down when they did, just to get the best shot. The trick he described was to drop them without them running so the meat stays good. He never took that shot that trip and said he’d rather have it that way instead of coming home with shit tasting meat. He said it was wild sleeping out there with them on the prairie.