I thought standing my ground would end it. Turned out backing down would have. Early in our relationship, I couldn't define masculinity - so I tried keeping the peace instead of holding my frame. That almost cost me the best thing that ever happened to me. Chapter 2 of "Where Division Leads" breaks down the moment I had to choose: stay in my masculine or lose her by slipping into my feminine. If you're struggling to lead in your relationship or don't know what masculine energy actually looks like, this is the breakdown you need. Watch the full video in the "Healthy Masculinity: Structure, Strength & Balance" classroom.

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Hey Will, long time no speak. You still on here?

I could post this photo and brag about being some kind of archery expert — because, looking at it, you’d probably think that. The arrow hit dead center through the heart. Absolute perfection. But here’s the truth: it wasn’t skill. It was luck. I took a low shot. The deer reacted to the sound of the bowstring and dropped to sprint — and by pure chance, it dropped its heart right into the path of my arrow. Right place, wrong reason. That’s hunting. It’s unpredictable, it’s humbling, and sometimes it smacks your ego right in the face. Many hunters online only post the highlight reel — the perfect shots, the biggest racks, the picture-perfect endings. I get it. I’ve chased big bucks too. But that’s not what this post is about. This one’s about honesty. Because the truth is, not every arrow flies perfect, and not every outcome is planned. If you’ve hunted long enough, you’ve been there. You’ve made a shot that didn’t go exactly how you wanted. You’ve questioned yourself, felt the weight of it, and learned from it. That’s what makes you a real hunter. For the record — if you’re the kind of person who wants to shame someone for taking a smaller deer, or for having an imperfect shot, you’re missing the entire point. This isn’t a contest. It’s not about inches of antler or internet approval. It’s about doing something real. About patience, humility, suffering through the cold, and finding that quiet space inside yourself where peace still exists. I see so many hunters post their deer and immediately say, “I know it’s not a big one, don’t pick on me.” And honestly? I hate that. You hunted. You worked for it. You earned that animal. If it meant something to you, that’s what matters. You wouldn’t introduce me to your wife and expect me to fall in love with her just because you did. So why should I have to love your deer to respect your hunt? That logic doesn’t hold. So to every hunter out there — post your deer with pride. Big, small, buck, doe, perfect shot or imperfect one. You went out there. You faced the cold, the quiet, the hours of nothing, and you made it happen. That deserves respect.