I think this is true for most of the modern guys period. Shortly after I moved here I had a coworker tell me he was going hunting, blah blah. Im like cool man, I look forward to hearing your stories when you get back. He gets back, and it's pretty much just them not seeing any deer, sleeping in because they're too drunk to wake up, and being hungover. Repeat for 7 days.
Another funny story, and this one is about the Colockum. I had another coworker tell me a story of elk hunting up there. He gets invited to this camp, and apparently it's a lot of local(west side) car dealership owners and whatnot. He shows up, and it's this huge makeshift building type thing. He goes in and they're non-stop partying. Theres a dude by the door with a gas can full of some kind of drink that he's just drinking on the entire few days he's there. One night the dealer guys get froggy and make some calls... all of a sudden strippers(or more likely escorts) show up. He said his gun never left the truck, nor did he ever leave camp(nor did any of the other "hunters").
I worked with another guy that never left the roads. Same old story, didn't see shit, still wasted time going out there doing the same old thing driving up and down the roads.