You know what I'm going to say...
Wake up early. No, earlier than that. Hike deep. No, deeper. Keep hiking. Keep moving. Keep hunting. Don't stop. Keep quiet. No, even quieter. Repeat.
Back years ago, I was bound to teach myself how to elk hunt. I scouted. I read anything I could get my eyes on. I made several trips up to my hunting unit. I tried to find the elk before the season came around, but nothing. I never saw one elk, I never knew which spot would be the good one, I never found any evidence that I was going to have a snowball's chance to see elk once the season came upon me. I realized that I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't know anything. I sort of gave up and decided that, hey, this is just the FIRST season that I'm going to do this. This is a learning process. I'm going to go out in the field, I'm going to have a good vacation in the woods, and I'm going to see if I can learn something about elk hunting. I didn't want to expect anything at all really.
Opening morning at 7:15am, for the very first time in my life, I laid eyes on a herd of real live elk. And I killed two of them.
That might not happen to you. It hasn't happened that same way since, for me. But I keep going back in an effort to make it happen again.