If you're lucky, you live in a place where the hunting and fishing opportunities are boundless, and where there are no serious threats to your sporting life. This means either you're Ted Turner (who at last count owned about 2 million acres of land), you live in Alaska, or, like some of our politicians, you simply refuse to acknowledge reality. But if you are a typical American sportsman, you get a dose of reality every day. Suddenly there's a strip mall on the farm where you grew up hunting rabbits, a landscape of natural-gas wells where there used to be open prairie, or some company's garbage lining the banks of your favorite trout stream. When this happens, you can do one of two things: Get mad and shout obscenities into the wind, or do something.