I tend to hunt Quail by myself, simply don't have many hunting buddies in the area that care to join me, that part I simply don't understand.

I do often,
It is good therapy, just me, God, and the critters
After doing 80 hours in 5 days, there is nothing better than some time alone to unwind.

My best hunting occurs during the week, almost always alone. Weekends are more about keeping the other guys up late, around the fire....Funny, they don't seem to enjoy the same success as I do

I do.

I swear Sasquatch, every bobcat in the county, and the Fouke monster are watching me walk in and out in the dark.

As much as I love hunting alone, there are times I really like to have someone with me. My stomach sometimes will make a bowl growl that is worth sharing. I even get to laughing at myself when I start percolating and those air bubbles make a bend around a corner in my gut. They sound so much louder when you are in the woods.!
Then finally comes the escape. I start questioning my diet and intake of foods and worrying if I have a perforated bowl, or something is wrong with my liver. This seems to always happen when there isn't any wind and I have nobody to share it with. But almost every time right about 7:23am I can no longer hold back the pressure and have to leave my blind and duck walk somewhere and rid my body of the foul substance I'm carrying.
But it has never effected the hunting for me as I've had the same deal every year and almost every trip to the blind. Then shortly thereafter round 2 starts. I can't wait for the grandsons to go with me and start stacking up on stories they will tell their kids.