Since we know hardly anyone who hunts, my wife is my hunting partner. She's not exactly used to the primitive life like I am, so she complains at lot about wherever it is that we're staying. We've stayed at a few "hunting lodges" that remain upright by sheer force of will with no plumbing and a Port-A-Potty that hasn't been emptied since the Reagan era. Lots of complaints to the point where my hunting buddy and his wife were about to ditch us early.
We've stayed at mountain camps that double as glamping bases during the summer with wall tents, beds, woodburning stoves, and a cook that could work at just about any fine restaurant. Too much nature in the tent- a few wasps (easily killed) and a field mouse.
She's also a little too competitive, and gets pouty if she doesn't bag anything. The last bear trip we went on, she didn't even see a bear. She cried 6 times on the drive back, saying that she was a failure and she wasted my money because she didn't shoot a bear.
BUT... for those times where we're actually out in the field, actually hunting, I've never seen anyone more insanely focused and utterly ruthless in the hunt than her. I've seen her sit perfectly still for 9 hours in a blind waiting for a hog to appear, with not a single word uttered the entire time. It could be raining, freezing, triple digit with max humidity and she stays on station until there is no more light to shoot with, and then tries to stay out longer if it's legal to use lights at night. Since she's diabetic, I've had to bring her in before she crashes, most of the time under protest.
I've told people that if you put a hog in front of her, with no weapon, she'd chase it down on foot and tear it's throat out with her teeth. Than go back to the camp and complain about something.