I'm a face paint believer. No face masks for me. When I was a teenager I spotted a spike bull and a little rag horn bull feeding in a large opening. I snuck up the other side of the ridge. Crept over the crest. Drew my bow. They just stood there and looked at me. And for the life of me I couldn't see through my peep with the damn face mask on. After I few seconds they took of. Worst part is my father in law saw the whole thing and was laughing. Now I never use a face mask or hunt with him