TL;DR: Women, beta traits, and animals are all conquered the same way. All require a man to plan, locate, and pursue in order to achieve his desired outcome, and that outcome is not the end of the work. Stumbling is just success in embryo, as long as the man pushes forward and continues pursuing.

I started applying TRP without knowing what it was almost 2 years ago, but I've been formally swallowing TRP for the past six months with hitting the sidebar, worshipping at the iron temple, and focusing more on building my frame and less on blaming my wife. Early on I realized how desperately I needed to improve my OI, and to generally better recover from failures of any kind. After a couple months of faking it, but I have never believed in “fake it until you make it”, so I knew I needed to change my mindset. I hate few things more than failing, and having to fake OI or fake anything else is simply failure supported by some Chad’s used jockstrap. OI isn’t about faking it at all, but rather finding how can I interpret a situation (sex, diet, shit tests, etc.) and possible failure/rejection without seeing that failure as a final result.

Every man has, or should have, a passion or skill at which he is proficient in achieving success. All my life my primary passions have been hunting and fishing. I obsess and revel in each stage of a hunt from start to finish: Planning, Locating, Pursuing, Failing, Killing, Following Through, and Success.

I treated my wife when we first met as if she were some new species I wanted to hunt, and achieved “success” quickly. However, I like many other one-time Alphas, succumbed to the bullshit beta-theories of “how” to be a husband in our modern era. That has resulted in direct harm to me, and my wife as a consequence. But I’ve found that I can pursue each piece of my own shit and treat them just like another animal to fill my freezer, and thereby regain myself. Whether or not that brings my wife to where I want her, I’ll be geared up and on the mountain hunting game worth my efforts. Now instead of allowing a rejection to affect me, I treat it as a blown stalk or missed hook-set: no big deal, the fish are still hungry and there are other elk on the mountain. Failure or success today is irrelevant, because either way I’m still able to continue by regrouping and approaching my target in a different manner or by choosing a new target.

Planning Once I've identified what quarry I want to pursue, I internalized the regulations, and study its habits, movements, and environment--especially focusing on its weaknesses and strengths. A whitetail deer will run without stopping once spooked, but a mule deer will usually bound away for a couple hundred yards only to pause and look back to see if the danger is following. These details are often the difference in success or watching a missed opportunity slide past.

After the studying phase is complete, I select the proper gear and outfit myself ensuring I am physically prepared for the challenge ahead. The challenge could be 5 miles of slogging through hip deep mud carrying 100lbs of duck decoys, or being prepared to sit motionless under a tree in heavy cover for hours on end waiting for a turkey. Each hunt is different, but each hunt is the same. Planning and preparation is never merely physical or mental, and always requires more than you initially anticipate. Success on an outing is entirely within my control, even if the kill at times is not. Shit happens, but success is simply moving forward.

Locating You cannot catch a tarpon in Times Square, and you won’t kill a moose in the Everglades. You find the quarry wherever the quarry is. Locating the quarry is all about ever tightening geographical circles until you are right on top of it. What terrain, features, food, cover, or other needs does your quarry have, and what are you doing to find it? I constantly am asking myself these questions and assessing the answers while hunting and fishing, and there is no use in deceiving myself. If I insist on casting my lure into the desert, all I will get is a sore arm and frustration. Picking up and moving is often burdensome and exhausting--but when done right, it is deliciously rewarding.

Pursuing Once the quarry is located, the pursuit begins. This is the most exciting, frustrating, and oftentimes crushing part of any hunt. Your target is in sight, and you have to read the wind, light, and body language of your quarry in order to sneak in close enough to kill it. Your surroundings can either help you or fuck you with impunity. The outcome is entirely dependent on the hunter maintaining focus on every detail. Oftentimes, the quarry is not alone, multiplying the number of eyes, ears, and noses searching for any whiff of danger, and you are that danger. Moreover, even though you are chasing an elk, few things will fuck you up faster than that chipmunk 30' to your right up in that pine. Every detail matters.

Sometimes the quarry fights back and caution is necessary, but that doesn’t mean the hunter backs down. Knowing when to approach and when to abandon is something that needs to be lived to be learned, and fucking up by choosing the wrong one is the best way to choose correctly the next time the hunter finds himself in that situation.

Failing Rarely do I have an outing where I do not first experience some sort of failure, even after I've managed to get into the final position to set the hook at the strike or release my arrow. Failures teach me my weaknesses. I have learned when to move and when to stay through failures in prior hunts, and this has only improved my success rate over the years. Sometimes, a failure is so catastrophic that there is no recovery from it for a particular target. Shrug it off, there are always other targets to be found. Sometimes, even though you failed on this approach, the quarry merely went over the next ridge and you can double down on your efforts, shoulder your pack, tighten your bootlaces, and keep pursuing.

Killing Squeezing the trigger, landing the fish, drawing the blood of your target is primal. But it is never just that simple. Is the drag set properly? Is the safety off? Are your sights accurate? Is this the proper round for the intended target? What is the range? Are there holes in the net? Are you steady? Is the target moving or still, relaxed or wary? Have I eliminated any unnecessary distractions? Where the hell is that fucking chipmunk?

Knowing when to pull that trigger, how to calm your racing heart and clear your mind is vital to making a swift, clean kill. Sloppy attention to detail can lead to a wounded animal leading you on a tracking job for hours, days, and miles before you have a chance to own your shit and finish the job. Worse, rushed attempts to kill can lead to the game running off to die, never found, only to rot away wasted because of some prick who lacked the necessary skills before engaging in such a serious endeavor.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale, partial exhale and hold. Finish the job. Don’t celebrate—not yet—first it’s time to reload. Where’s the target? Is it still moving? Only after the quarry is truly down, do you allow yourself any measure of celebration. Respect the adversary that you just conquered, and remember the lessons it taught you.

In reaching this point you truly see yourself for what you are: Alive. But the kill, although a goal, is merely the end of the initial “fun” and where the work and satisfaction truly begin.

Following Through Once dead, the animal needs field preparation and brought back to civilization. The first time you quarter an animal 5 times your size it is easy to be overwhelmed. Fuck, the first time you clean an 8” brook trout it can be intimidating. You cannot relax at this stage as the clock is ticking. Heat, dirt, water, bacteria, and your own exhaustion are all working against you to rob you of your reward. But, if you are prepared and work through the suck, you will fill your freezer with food to provide you strength to head back out and kill again. There is great satisfaction to be had in this stage, despite the work. The work is simply seasoning to enhance your reward.

Success A kill is not always attainable, nor is “success” always a kill. Some cliffs are beyond my potential; others are just beyond my abilities for now. It doesn’t matter, there are goats high and low; I can always find a target no matter my current condition. Sometimes after the initial excitement of seeing a flash of antler in the brush subsides, you realize the target you sought and pursued is not worth any more of your time and effort and you had best just walk away. This is particularly difficult for the inexperienced hunter, eager to draw blood. But there is no need to kill a fork horn buck when you are 25 miles from the truck, alone, and there are bigger deer all around you. Don’t put yourself in a position that requires the same effort needed to Kill a true giant, because you killed a rabbit at the end of the day. You want to kill a rabbit, put in the rabbit-sized effort, otherwise you are wasting your self and will only achieve frustration. You don’t mourn the minnow you release, you simply keep chasing fish worthy or your efforts. Success is often realizing that despite the storm around you, you found what you needed on the mountain. Sometimes what you need might not be what you initially thought you were hunting.

Conclusion Whether the targeted quarry is your body fat goals, recognizing and overcoming shit/comfort tests, fogging, AM or turning the wife into your slut, it doesn’t matter. The process is the same. A man cannot approach any goal or improvement without the proper Planning, Locating, Pursuit, and Killing and expect to Succeed. Sure, occasionally the stars align and we think we are the shit because we tripped into a Kill without much effort. Failure to recognize that as nothing more than dumb luck is a surefire way to get fucked by a chipmunk as you try to sneak in on a future target. If a man fails to follow through after a kill, he'll always complain that he didn't get the results he was told he would and he'll shift the blame elsewhere saying "the meat is tough and full of dirt; not even the dog would touch it. Who the fuck thinks game meat tastes good anyway? Definitely not worth the effort when I can just drive to and buy burger and fries, ready to eat." But the experienced hunter knows there is a reason game meat is highly prized in haute cuisine, and so he simply shakes his head in disgust at the beta and walks away.

The Season is open, but are you hunting?