Allow me to paint you a picture: You've done your research, prepared for the ask, finally pop the intimidating question, and… Yes! You've broken through and obtained permission to hunt. You then spend hours scouting, run trail cameras, hang stands, and learn every inch of the property in the off-season. Then the highly anticipated opening day comes. You wake up early, gather your gear, and head out to a bomber early season spot. As the grey light of morning begins to brighten, you notice movement in front of you. Its heavy steps are getting closer. Then from around a small thicket, steps a man, a teenager, and then another teenager. Obviously, this wasn't the encounter with the big split G2 ten point you had been dreaming about.