In the real world, there's an ever-present mixture of dirt, sweat, diesel fuel, and ball-bearing grease smeared on all exposed surfaces, hands and face included. There are skinned knuckles and overhanging limbs that conceal massive wasp nests. There are re-plantings, flat tires, broken tractors, and cuss words. I can't call food-plotting fun and keep a straight face, but a lush-green field in the fall, full of deer tracks, is certainly a satisfying sight. That's why I keep after it.