Like all operational planning, mine fell apart at the beginning. The shovel would have made me look suspicious. Time to improvise.
I decided to put the potato seeds in a faggy-looking bag that anybody who saw me would think was for cameras, as I walked through the preserve. I wore my shirt outside of my pants, concealing my bayonet. I was now undercover as a Type 3 Democrat.
I found a perfect place for my potato patch, with a tree blocking the view from the trail, but not blocking the path of the sun. My potatoes will absorb maximum solar energy, while enjoying reasonable concealment.
My bayonet plunged into the earth fourteen times. I planted fourteen potato seeds. Mission accomplished.