Move unseen by exploiting micro-terrain: master dead ground in wooded hills.
A damp October morning, oak leaves slick underfoot, I paused behind a shallow hump no taller than my knee. Two hikers…
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Reading micro-terrain for cover: how to cross open ground unseen in daylight.
The field looks flat until it isn’t. Midday sun, a 300‑yard stretch of knee‑high grass between you and the tree line,…
