The property owner of 300 acres in the Catskills (novice) would bring (the old style paper) a shopping bag full of food into the woods/stand. 2 Liter soda, hero, big bag of chips, assorted junk food for when he wasn't smoking. It may have been steep in places he avoided, but nowhere HE went was more than a 15-20 minute stroll back to the house. Of course we'd eat before leaving and again when we came in around 11ish for lunch. If you want to make it about the food, call it a picnic with rods/guns.