Aldo Leopold wrote “A peculiar virtue in wildlife ethics is that the hunter ordinarily has no gallery to applaud or disapprove of his conduct. Whatever his acts, they are dictated by his own conscience, rather than a mob of onlookers.” What does integrity mean when no one sees what you’re doing, and how might the traditions of the field sports remind us of how and why ethics matter in an era that suggests simply doing what we can get away with?