This comment is not aimed at female or male, but all of us that hunt: At 67, I've had a hunting license for 55 years, and prior to having a license, dear, old, now-departed dad, took me into the woods with him. Through those years, I've been around many, of both sexes. Some looked like they just stepped out of a L.L. Bean catalog, but virtually every one had the same trait at the end of the day, and for the lack of a better phrase, let's call it a "woodsy smell".
Reminds me of an unrelated memory. We were at our hunting camp, mid summer, and one of our daughters (around age 12 at the time), brought a friend. This young girl's father was CEO of a big board listed company, and when she arrived, she was the most proper cupcake. When we left two days later, she looked like PigPen, from a Charlie Brown comic strip, wearing filthy thermal long john bottoms, dirty t-shirt, and hair matted as if a brush had not touched it in weeks.
