The alarm clock goes off at 3:30 AM, the opening day of Buck Firearm with plans to lay down a big ten-pointer. We pull up to the gate of public land, and trucks are parked everywhere. The blaze-orange army of hunters was just trying to feed their families. I knew to have any luck in the world, and I would have to push harder, walk further, climb higher, and go further than anybody else was willing to go.