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Lanny Barnes Olypmics Update!

By Lanny Barnes

The Olympics officially start just 4 days from now and I am on the ground in Sochi training at the Laura Biathlon venue that we will compete on in the Olympics. This venue is the largest biathlon venue in the world and is supposed to hold over 80,000 people in the stadium and on course. We had our first training on the venue and our race course yesterday and I have to honestly say I love it!!

 

We concluded our final training camp in Antholz, Italy and headed to Munich, Germany which would be the staging point for our team processing and our charter flight to Sochi. Our team processing consisted of checking in with the US Olympic Committee, getting our visa’s, our phones for Russia, all our team clothing such as opening and closing ceremonies and medals ceremonies clothing, doing interviews, and taking team and individual photos. A lot of Olympian describe the team processing as shopping without a credit card. You usually leave with more bags and gear than you can cary.

 

The next morning early, we boarded our charter flight to Sochi. Our flight consisted of the entire Biathlon team, as well as some members of the Luge, cross country, figure skating and Freeskiing teams. It was a fun flight that made it into Sochi only 3 hours after we took off. As soon as we landed we grabbed our mountain of gear (minus our rifles that went straight to the venue) and headed through several security and accreditation checks before taking the 1 hr bus ride to the base of the mountains. There was a definite security presence everywhere that made us all feel really safe. Sochi is a tropical city, so there was no snow and plenty of palm trees. Once we hit the base of the mountains, we took a gondola up the mountain and hoped on another bus that brought us to our athletes village. After running around organizing gear and checking into our cabins and few meetings later we hit the sack after a really long day of travel.

The next day we woke up to the most beautiful 360 degree view of the Caucasus mountains. It definitely one of the coolest athletes villages and venues I’ve ever been too. All of our races are in the evening, so most of our main trainings are in the afternoon or evening. So we took the morning to check in our rifles which were locked in a secure facility at the venue and will  remain that way until we leave, we will have access to them for training, cleaning, and dryfiring. This is normal for all Olympic games.

 

Our training on the venue couldn’t have been any better. We trained mid after noon and had blue bird skies and rock hard ski tracks. The course was a lot of fun too with some slalom type downhills and steep uphills on the 3km loop. The shooting range sits in front of a gigantic stadium that is boasted to hold over 80,000 spectators both in the stands and out on course. With the stands sitting less than 100 meters behind the range, there will definitely be some intense cheering during the shooting.

The Olympics officially kick off on Friday and the women’s first race is Sunday. We won’t find out what races we do until later in the week, so once I hear, I will send you the schedule of events I’m in. Please check out our facebook page Twin Biathletes as well as our website for updates and pictures. Thanks for all your support and help in making this dream possible. Can’t wait for the races to start!! Have a great week.

-Lanny

Deep Thoughts with Kara Jo

By Prois Staffer Kara Jo Lorenz
It’s easy to feel disappointed when things don’t turn out that way we want them to. But when you truly LOVE what you do, you find things turn out the way they need to. Take for instance the last day of duck season. I woke up at 3 A.M.- an hour before my alarm was set to go off. I knew I had to assemble the breakfast burritos I promised my hunting buddies and needed to get on the road by 4:45 to be there on time. At 5:00 I arrived, loaded my waders, gun and blind bag in their truck and hopped in the back seat, coffee in hand.  As we drove to the lake we talked about the usual stuff, and tried to decide where to set up for the morning hunt. The day before, they were out with my husband and didn’t have much luck so we weren’t really sure what to expect.
We put the boat in the water and there was no wind but the air was bitter cold while we cruised across the lake. The water was so calm you could see the reflections of the few stars that peeked through the early morning haze. I wish I had a better camera other than my phone to capture the dark sky over the lake. It was a cold, dark gray/blue color with the crisp black of the shore line cutting through- separating the sky and water. I wish I could describe it better. I tried to snap a picture and hoped that there would be just enough light so I could share this beautiful sight with others.  Unfortunately all I got was a photo of pitch black nothingness. Naturally, to guard myself from looking completely stupid (the one friend saw me take a picture with no flash) I quickly turned the flash on and snapped one of our other friend.
We pulled in to the decided area and the guys put out decoys. Thankfully this was an area with little to no ice so set up wasn’t bad. We still had about 20 minutes till shooting time so we just sat in the boat, ate breakfast burritos, pondered over our spot, decoy set up, and questioned our weather man with his “light and variable wind” forecast when there was no wind whatsoever. While waiting, and sipping more hot coffee,  I couldn’t help but tune in to the sounds of the woods beyond the shoreline.  This is a sound that every hunter is familiar with.  The harmonious sound of Mother Nature waking her children. You can laugh if you want, but that’s what it sounds like to me. All kinds of birds chirping and critters wrestling in the leaves when not much earlier, the silence was almost deafening.
A group of widgeon flew overhead about 5 minutes till first light.  Then another small group of mallards flew.  I was getting pretty excited because it seemed we just might have a good day of hunting after all. Then that was it. We sat for almost an hour with nothing else flying. A single came towards us but changed course due to something he didn’t seem to like with our set up so we made a small change but nothing else came even close enough to look.  Shortly after 9:00 we made the difficult decision to quit. None of us really wanted to-  we all know that we have a 0% chance of getting anything if we aren’t out trying.  However it just seemed that the birds were not flying that day.
Now here is the part where your love of the sport makes a difference. I woke up at 3 A.M. on a Sunday, rode on an aluminum boat across a lake by 5:45 while it was 30 degrees out, waded out in icey cold water, sat in said boat for two hours with two other people, watched birds fly that I couldn’t shoot, and came home with the same amount of shells I went out with and no ducks on the last day of the season. Oh and my breakfast burritos were totally cold. This could be considered a major disappointment. But as we drove back to the boat ramp, the beauty of the day filled me with appreciation of the opportunity to be out with friends. Again, the water was so calm it was like a mirror reflecting the gorgeous blue sky and white clouds. This time, I was able to snap a few pictures. (I say a few but it was really about 20) Had I not made the choice to go out hunting that morning, I wouldn’t have seen how gorgeous this lake was on that day, I wouldn’t have heard the joyous sounds of the woods, nor would I have enjoyed the time spent with friends. I’m thankful for moments like these because I may have come home empty handed, but my heart was full. I couldn’t be disappointed with that.

Judge Julie Mogenis Summits Mt. Kilimanjaro in Prois!! #JudgetheMoment

Kilimanjaro is a name that evokes an array of images and emotions. For Judge Julie Mogenis it called to her with the lure of the challenge, but even more so, it was the individual perseverance and emotional growth that became the pinnacle of her journey.

 

On September 1, 2013 at 7:01 AM a dream was realized when Judge Julie Mogenis reached the roof of Africa and summated Mount Kilimanjaro in Tanzania. Julie wasn’t alone on this epic journey; the expert and knowledgeable staff of Ultimate Kilimanjaro guided the way and she had lots of support in both spirit and sponsorship from the Prois performance camo gear she sported to the Garmin Fenix watch she depended on for everything from accurate health data, altitude, temperature… to time.

 

Kilimanjaro, the highest mountain in Africa rises above the jungle and beckons seductively to those who have come to take up the challenge. While there are many ways to experience the mountain on a range of levels for all who come, only a few pass the test of reaching the summit. Julie is one of those that took up the challenge and triumphed. Julie undertook the Kilimanjaro climb after nearly a year of health setbacks, culminating, just months before the climb, in a pelvic surgery on the area where she had previously been injured in a hunting accident. Like many of us she realized that she had no warranty on her parts and believed that “with the clock ticking” she needed to get this personal test accomplished and out-run any other health issues time is sure to present.

 

The highest freestanding mountain in the world, closest landmass to the sun Kilimanjaro is steeped in myth and legend. The third highest mountain in the world, measuring in at a breathtaking 19,741 feet at the summit the glacial peak and extreme cold seem paradoxical considering its proximity to the equator. These are some of the things that have earned this Tanzanian jewel the UNESCO World Heritage Site designation.

 

Julie’s trek began on the northern approach, slightly off the beaten path and considered more difficult by many. The ascent took the climbers through the full spectrum of climatic zones at about 5900 feet there exists a lush rainforest zone, teaming with wildlife including monkeys, duikers, bushbuck, leopards and lions…at 13,000 feet the low alpine zone starts and with it began some of the altitude challenges that plagued Julie and the crew…from nausea, confusion, lightheadedness to blinding headaches. The climbers resorted to playing nonsensical childhood games to keep their minds occupied and off the symptoms or the altitude. There is no way to know who it will affect and how badly. The air is increasingly thin, and cooler; land uncultivated and covered with alpine flowers, despite the elevation elephants, leopards and capes can sometimes still be spotted. At 16,000 feet the low alpine finally gives way to alpine desert, the location for the base camp in preparation for the final ascent by Julie, which began in the night, climbing in darkness in order to reach the peak at sunrise. The desert region is dry, desolate and extreme-freezing temperatures despite the strong, unfiltered sunlight. No plants or wildlife here, the acetic zone is devoid of any life save those only passing through on their deliberate trek to the top.

 

The descent seemed almost a breeze to the trio with a well deserved reward of fishing the Indian Ocean off the coast of Zanzibar to try out gear from Bass Pro Shops. Julie later went on a photo safari and birding with Zeiss in the Selous which resulted in some surprising adventures all their own.

 

Julie admits that this trek has taken some additional physical toll but the trade was worth the experience. Now she is ready to write that book, share stories of her soulful journey along with many humorous and inspirational anecdotes. In the future she envisions a possible return to Kili with a crew of folks wanting to test their limits and fill in their “Life to-do list.”

 

With thanks to all the sponsors and friends involved: Prois, Zeiss Optics, SOG, Bass Pro Shops, Garmin, Midland, Revision Eye Wear, Ultimate Kilimanjaro, Mike Killer, Jeff Abrams and SeeMeHunt.com 

 

For the full story on Julie Mogenis and the Mount Kilimanjaro Summit Adventure contact info@worldwildadventures

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ybnL7mAV0NQ

 

https://vimeo.com/84224817

 

 

#JudgetheMoment #BeEpic #badasserydefined #prois #proiswasthere

Hunting…What’s It All About?

Hunting…What’s it All About?

By Kathleen Lynch

            It was brought to mind by an acquaintance in his telling of the 7 point, record book bull elk he had just shot in Idaho, “A special deal” he says…that hunters love to tell stories about the trophies they get, that big is best when it comes to hunting. But where are the stories about those hard sought and not got ones?   How many hunters ever get the opportunity to shoot a trophy, or have had an opportunity and were unable to capitalize on it?   What do we take home fom those hunts?

            This thought process reminded me of a dog-eared page in a book by a great hunter and conservationist, Theodore Roosevelt.  “Plenty of good shots become disgusted if they don’t see a deer early in the morning and go home; still more, if they do not see one in two or three days.  Others will go on hunting, but become careless, stumble and step on dried sticks, and let their eyes fall to the ground.  It is a good test of a man’s resolution to see if, at the end of a long and unsuccessful tramp after deer, he moves just as carefully, and keeps just as sharp a lookout as he did at the beginning.  If he does this, and exercises a little common sense, in still-hunting, as in every thing else, common sense is the most necessary of qualities, he may be sure that his reward will come some day; and when it does come, he feels a gratification that only his fellow sportsmen can understand.”

            I have experienced that overwhelming gratification many times in my 35 years of hunting… it is the epitome of any hunt but on my last buck hunt in Nevada  the tears came not upon my giving thanks to the deer gods for an animal sacrificed but in the truck after leaving the trailhead because the hunt was over.

            The rain was finally coming the last of the sun’s rays breaking through the blackening clouds to spotlight the foothills of the Ruby Mountains, the musty smell of sage, horse sweat and dust permeated my clothes.   I had just spent 14 days in a drop camp next to a pristine, trout infested lake nestled against the steep rocky peaks of the Ruby Crest, 8 miles from any roads.  The hike to the top of the mountain from camp in the early morning darkness was a heart throbbing 26 switchbacks as Himalayan snowcocks whistled their morning tune.  Every day out was a test of physical endurance energized by the will to see more country, more wildlife and a bigger buck!  I had been that hunter, who was looking for something special.  I had passed on several close up shots at forked horns and had taken shots earlier in the hunt at a couple of better bucks and missed.

            On the last day of the season as I was slowly hunting my way back to camp disappointed in myself for having my hopes of bagging a buck again dashed by another missed shot early in the morning I spotted a trophy muley across a canyon at rangefinder distance.. 390 yards.  In a blustery crosswind with no place for a solid gun rest,  I watched as he walked away.  Not willing to give up I crept down  the canyon to get closer to where I last saw him…knowing that he was up against a rock cliff and that there was always a chance that he may come out in the last fading moments of the day.  I waited, shivering in the stinging cold wind for hours my hope fading with each moment of the lowering sun.

            I believe that there is a reason for everything and the reason I missed those other bucks was so that  I would have the opportunity for that big buck encounter.  My reward for the hunt did not terminate in a trophy nor a buck but my reward came from being witness to a part of nature that few have the opportunity to see. That was my reward for this hunt that and the peace, stillness (Tilyoweh), natural beauty and wildlife that I always experience while hunting…and someday when I am able to capitalize on another opportunity for a buck the gratification I will feel will be GREAT, trophy or not!   Another hunting lesson learned, never give up!

            Webster’s defines hunting as simply “the pursuit of game”…the pursuit is what hunting is all about, use common sense, be resolute and someday  that indescribable gratification will be the reward!

Longtime Prois Customer and Friend, Kathleen Lynch!

 

 

Mason’s First Elk

By Shannon Rasmussen

Saturday morning we woke to a fresh blanket of snow and temps in the teens. We gathered all of our warm hunting gear and headed to the mountain. You see, Saturday was a very special day for our family. Our middle son Mason had just turned 12 last week, which is the legal age in Idaho to hunt big game. Mason had drawn a late rifle cow tag, and Saturday was the first day that he could hunt. It was a slow drive as the roads were ice packed, but eventually we made it to the hunt unit. We drove and glassed, glassed and drove. We weren’t seeing many tracks, and after a lot of glassing still weren’t seeing many elk. After a few hours we were about to head home for the day when we cut a set of fresh cow tracks crossing the road. We drove up the road a bit so that we could glass back towards where the tracks were headed. Sure enough there were four cows feeding across the snowy hillside. We decided that we would make a stock on them by coming up and over the hill above them. We drove around the other side of the hill, parked, and started the steep, slick hike to the top of the hill. The snow was crunchy and slippery, and there was a lot of thick brush that we had to make our way through. Eventually we topped out, and very cautiously and as quietly as we could be under the circumstances, started glassing the area where the elk had been. There was no sign of them, so we decided to climb up and side hill to see if we could cut there tracks in the snow and get on them again. As we started to hike all of a sudden my husband Shane whispered “Right there!!”. To our right a cow had jumped up out of the brush and was trotting away. Shane got Mason set up for a shot, and as the cow was about to disappear over the hill and out of sight, Shane blew a cow call. She stopped about 200 yards away. We whispered to Mason to be calm, make sure he was good and steady, and to squeeze the trigger when ready. Boom! We could see the impact of the bullet hit the cow. She swayed and started to slowly tumble forward. Mason shot again and she fell to the ground, sliding down the hill, coming to rest next to a bush. High fives and tears all around! Mason was so excited and Shane and I were so proud! This young man had harvested his first big game animal, and performed like a pro! I cannot think of a better way to have spent a Saturday in December with my family.

Shooting a Doe

 

I overheard someone scoff at the fact I was excited and sharing pictures of the doe I harvested the morning of opening day. For just a short moment I thought, geez, maybe it is a little childish. I mean, I shot the first dear that walked out.  Most people it seems only brag about the biggest bucks and if they shoot a doe, aren’t proud and even act embarrassed to admit. Or sometimes, if it’s not a huge buck, they give some sort of excuse why they took it like they are having to defend themselves.

But then I realized that I really don’t care what they think. I don’t. I don’t have land of my own to hunt, I am blessed with the occasional invite from friends or when we travel out of state to visit my in-laws, we have very little time to hunt there. My number one goal is to fill my freezer with venison. One deer usually lasts most of the year for our small family. We save the loins and a couple of roasts to use for other things  but other than that, we grind most of it up and use it with anything that calls for ground meat.

So HELL YEAH I’m proud of that doe. I’m proud of the fact that I just provided my family with many nights of good clean meat to eat.  Not to mention I didn’t exactly sit in a warm cozy permanent stand to hunt by a feeder. (I have and would if I could again- so no judging on this end), but sometimes the harder you work or more you commit, the greater the value of the reward. In my case, it is a doe. She walked out of the woods, turned and started to walk back in so I took the shot.

With that one shot, the pressure of filling our freezer is off. I am now very comfortable with waiting for a buck if I choose to. But I would also be proud to shoot another doe. Either way, it means more meat to share with friends and family. Who wouldn’t be proud of that?

Big Box from a Big Box

By Katherine Grand

Kristin loves big boxes

Today was the second time we have received a refrigerator sized but very light box from one of our big box dealers.  When I saw this box I said “I bet it is a couple returned items and a broken fishing rod.”  New employee Kristin Sidelinger was skeptical but sure enough it was!  Apparently a Prois Jacket and a broken fishing rod can easily be confused more than once.  The empty space in the box was filled with empty boxes and packing paper.  The big box employee was far from amused when I sent her an e-mail with the following photos.  Even though the situation is silly, Kristen and I are quite happy to have this epic box in our midst especially since Prois CEO Kirsite Pike is off adventuring in Ireland and we are unsupervised.  Now we have a spaceship, time machine, lion cave, submarine, or anything else our active imaginations can come up with to play with!  Thank you big box store that shall not be named!!

So nice and roomy!

 

ummmm . . . .

The Lioness' Den. Please hold the cougar comments.

Why you Gotta be so Mean?

Prois Employee and Author Katherine Grand

 

By Katherine Grand

I have been spending a lot of time lately thinking about all the good and bad things social media and our technological world has brought us.  People are more connected than even before via technology but in many ways we are losing our humanity and real human connections.  Through my work at Prois I do a lot of work on social media to promote our brand and with that comes a lot of good, bad, and just plain ugly.  This has especially been evident with hunting celebrity Melissa Bachman’s horrible harassment in response to her legal lion hunt in Africa.  We all know that hunting is controversial and we and everyone else in the hunting industry receive their share of negative comments.  Anti-hunters have become more vicious than ever dolling out horrible threats and wishing death, torture, and worse on hunters and their families.  Attacks on hunting women, especially young attractive ones, are consistently more focused and malicious as we do not fit into the typical stereotype of what a hunter or a woman should be.

The Gorgeous and Talented Melissa Bachman

Most hunters understand how vital hunting is to conservation and preserving the wild places and animals we love.  This is especially true in Africa where without hunting to make protecting the land and animals profitable they would be destroyed.  This is evident in Kenya which banned hunting in 1977 and has since lost 85% of its wildlife . http://www.dailymaverick.co.za/opinionista/2013-11-19-in-defence-of-a-lion-killer/#.UozLL8RQGtb.  One can list all these facts any many more to anti-hunters to no avail.  No amount of scientific evidence will change someone’s mind when it is falling on deaf ears.  What I really don’t understand is why do people seek out images and content they know they will not like?  As a girl before I understood why people hunted I never would look for pictures or videos I knew I would find upsetting.  I did not go out of my way to harass people for doing something I didn’t personally agree with yet.

However this does not just apply to hunting. On the internet I have noticed more and more people leaving awful comments on content that one would think would be immune to criticism.  While this is nothing new for some reason it’s been bothering me a lot more lately.  Even an adorable video of a young girl riding her horse garners criticism on her riding position, her tack, and her mount.  Once you release a photo, blog, or any media into the great beyond, there is no telling who grab hold of it and tear you to pieces.  People often leave comments regarding our company or products with no real regard that we are a small company and there are real people behind the Prois name.  Furthermore we take criticism more personally than we’d like to admit.  We are not just faceless cogs in a corporate world.

It could be worse.  We could be celebrities who people do not see as real people either and mercilessly insult and judge on social media daily.  This was really driven home while watching a segment called mean tweets by Jimmy Kimmel.  This segment is hilarious but really made me think about all the people that are hurt by anonymous people sitting at their computer dolling out brutal comments about everyone and everything on the internet.  If you’ve never seen this segment it’s worth a watch.  This segment features celebrities reading mean tweets written about them by “fans.” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RRBoPveyETc.

I have always been a big proponent of if you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.  Would these people say these things to celebrities if they met them face to face?  Would they threaten Mellissa Bachman and her family if they were able to  confront her  in real life?  Would that anonymous horseback riding critic tell that little girl she was a terrible rider in person?  Perhaps a few would but the majority would not.  It is so much easier to say and do such mean things anonymously to people you don’t know when you aren’t confronting them in real life.  When did manners go out the window?  When did we all become an expert and a critic on everything?  The more I learn the more I realize how little I know and how ill equipped I am to pass judgment on anyone else.  Why not get out and live your own life instead?

I personally try to focus on the positive and if I don’t like something I try to move on and not direct my time and energy towards negative pursuits, comments, and feelings whenever possible.  So, next time you feel motivated to leave a mean or critical comment online picture yourself standing face to face with that person and ask yourself if you would still say the words you are typing.  Is it worth it to spread hate, anger, and negativity?  Do you have all the information you need to pass judgment?  Instead of being against something, why not be for something?  How solidly built is the glass house you are throwing your stones from?  Do you want hate and criticism to be your legacy or instead can you focus on love and positivity?  Just my two cents for the day.  Do something kind and loving for someone today.  Tell someone how special they are.  Recognize another’s accomplishment.   Take the time to notice something beautiful and work to make a positive change in the word.  Our lives become what we focus on and I want my life to be filled with love and happiness.  How about you?

 

Judge Julie Hunts for Hope

Keegan's buffalo!

Prois Pro-Staffer Hon Julie A. Mogenis  recently dedicated her time to a very special cause, Hunts for Hope.  Hunts for Hope is near and dear to her heart because it is an hunting event to introduce children with terminal illness to hunting.  Julie met some wonderful kids, Keegan is a 13 y/o boy with brain cancer, thankfully he is in remission. His mother runs a cancer program that raises money to send prize boxes to cancer kids all over the country called Team-Keegan. The other child was Emma, she has Falconi Anemia. She is wonderful, her growth is stunted due to her illness, but she has such a great spirit.  Keegan
hunted a buffalo, and Miss Emma hunted a Corsican ram. It was truly a blessing meeting these positive children and getting to know them and having the opportunity to share hunting with them.

Emma's gorgeous Corsican ram and Judge Julie

After the children hunted, Julie had the opportunity to hunt a bully buffalo. He was huge.  He was becoming too rough with the ladies, so the herd outcast him. Julie took him with a crossbow at under 30 yards. Beautiful one shot wonder.

Julie's gorgeous buffalo!

The Event the link is:
http://www.lonestarranchhunts.com/HUNTS-FOR-HOPE-VIDEO.html
Bambi Harrell is an amazing huntress with a great background as well.

A Buck to Rememeber

By Prois Staffer Megan DeHaan

What a crazy few weeks for bow season I’ve had. Probably the most emotional roller coaster I’ve ever been on this year after just getting back into the swing of things after having a baby last year. I’d put in many extra hours glassing, patterning, and hiring babysitters to watch the wee little ones and FINALLY it payed off! I saw this buck 2 times on my camera before season and thought I had him patterned only to be winded the very first day causing all the deer to change everything!  I went straight to town and got that all sorted out with just about every scent eliminating product they had. The next day I went out I saw nothing. The day after that my bow rest came loose and I couldn’t shoot as I drew back on my buck! MAN I was about ready to give up!

I gave it a rest for a few days and then kept going back in only to be disappointed. I thought I’d give it another try and with 20 minutes of shooting light left my buck came in at 35 yards… I shoot! My blood was pumping so fast, I was shaking, I couldn’t believe what just happened. I asked myself if I was dreaming.   It killed me to wait but I waited until 10 minutes after dark and went to find my arrow. Perfect blood! It only takes 5 minutes of tracking and I found him 100 yards from where I shot! I wore my Prois Ultra Hoodie with pride every day and loved how it wicked away sweat as I walked to my stand. On the cold evenings I wore my pullover and it worked perfectly! I LOVE how fitted the arms are so I don’t have to worry about it snagging when shoot. Thank you Prois soo much for making such a great line of camouflage, I will never go into the woods without it!