After all that lifting and shooting, I was feeling good. I was feeling prepared. I was feeling ready to go hunting. Strength training hadn’t just made my shoulders stronger and my shooting better, I felt like I actually had a modicum of control over my body and what it can do, and believed that I could change it if I wanted to. Would all of this translate into me bagging an elk? That remained to be seen, but I felt confident I could track them through the dusty terrain of Eastern Oregon without too much trouble—thanks in no small part to my powerful ass.