Fishers of men.
Not hunters, but fishers.
So we go where we think the fish are probably swimming. We put out our nets. We trust the process.
There’ll be the occasional late night lament about the one that got away. A fair few quiet nights. Times when the nets will need fixing. And once or twice in a lifetime – the catch of a lifetime.
Go where people are, issue the invitations, trust the process. Repeat.