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Meet Marissa Oaks…Prois Extreme Huntress Finalist!

Prois Hunting Apparel is excited to announce our second featured Extreme Huntress Finalist! Despite the fact that there can only be one announced winner to the Prois Extreme Huntress contest, the stories of the top 10 finalists were all simply amazing. We felt that each of these finalists deserves a moment in the spotlight.

Meet Marissa Oaks…this is her story.

“Whether it’s a long days work in the saddle or in the freezing rain waiting for that trophy animal to show, the passion I have for the outdoors consumes me. Growing up on a cattle ranch, which is now in its 5th generation, hunting was instilled in us. My brothers and I were taught the importance of wildlife management. Having the responsibilities of being a part of a successful ranch, habitat and conservation are not taken lightly. We have put countless hours into the improvement and conservation of our public lands. We have used the tools of modern grazing techniques to enrich the landscape. Along with my father, Mitch Hacking and uncle Brad Horrocks, we have put together an organization called “Grazing for Wildlife”. Giving information on how proper grazing techniques are a vital tool to habitat for wildlife as a whole. I believe being part of your local sportsmen groups and taking the time to know the issues going on locally with wildlife concerns is every sportsman’s responsibility. Management of ALL species is key to successful and healthy wildlife. I am involved in many proactive sportsman’s groups such as Sportsmen for Wildlife and Big Game Forever. If we don’t get involved there will be no future hunting for our children. Hunting is a privilege not a right!

As for me, I took great pride in my rabbits, prairie dogs, and rock chucks as a kid, but when I tagged my cow elk at age 14 hunting ran through my veins. Spot and stalks to blinds and water holes and the rush of adrenaline when that animal shows is second to none. My .243 Browning was my pride and joy until my hubby literately forced me to pick up a bow and try it. Archery has put a whole new spin on the hunting experience. When I killed my first animal with a bow my respect for wildlife came to a peak. Blending in to the surroundings, controlling your body to allow that animal to be drawn in to a close distance, and focusing in on placing your shot is as much of an addiction as tagging that record book animal. I was spoiled for my first bow kill. With my husband, Beau’de, calling behind me, the screaming bull was heading my way in a hurry. With all the new scenario’s of bow hunting vs. rifle, my head was spinning. 20 yds away and beautiful broadside shot, I let that arrow fly, hitting its mark and bringing me my first archery kill…a beautiful 5 point general season Utah elk. Having that feeling of accomplishment was as if I had just killed that coveted 400+ bull. Hunting in the great state of Utah has given me the privilege of harvesting antelope, bear, deer, elk, and turkey. I have been VERY fortunate to take animals in other states but my pride and joy is the mountain caribou I tagged in the Northwest Territories Canada.

I will admit I have had more than my fair share of what not to do’s . Those are the experiences that make every hunt a learning process. Like the time I slept on the cold ridge top so I could be in that perfect spot come morning. Settling into the trail just as the sun peaked the elk were heading my way. Lets just say, it’s really hard to knock an arrow when you have none. Without realizing my entire quiver had come off and was somewhere between point A and point B with hundreds of sagebrush in between. BUMMER! Or the time when I took my three amazing children all under age 6 deer hunting. We spotted a nice general season 2 point and they were excited. I told them to stay on the four wheeler and watch mom put a stalk on the buck. I mentioned several times no talking or the deer would spook. “Okay mom” they softly whispered. I had a great opportunity with this buck as tall sarvis berry bushes were between him and I. Peaking around the bush to get a amazing 30 yd shot I hear. “MOM!!! Daegun’s not being quite!” yep the gig was up. Even learning the hard way that when you lay on the ground, flat on your back, flat on your back, to make a good shot on the bear who has found the tallest tree to tree in, the recoil of that 30.06 has nowhere to go! Ouch! I will just say there have been many more “live and learn” moments.

While we were growing up, my dad always said that seeing his kids fill their tags was the same excitement as if he had tagged out himself. I always thought that he was crazy watching someone else take the shot. For the first time, this past October, I found out exactly what he was talking about. I had the opportunity to take out my trusty .243 and teach my mom how to use it. She drew out for the Utah limited entry deer, South Slope Diamond Mountain . With a couple days of target practice she was comfortable with the gun. Few days into the hunt and making her turn down some amazing deer my brother JD called saying he had him spotted in the cove next to us. Her heart was pounding so hard I could hear it. We put a stalk on him over the ridge. With spectators watching from down below, she set up for the shot. As she tried to breathe through the nerves and shaky hands she touched ol’ Browning off. 200 yds and a beautiful heart shot she had her first animal. And talk about a trophy! He measured at 30 wide and scored around 175 gross. Her father was one of the spectators and was there to witness this with us. Tears in his eyes he told her how proud of her he was. With all the excitement I felt as if I had tagged him. I was so proud of her and I can wait to experience that with my children.

Raising three awesome kids Daegun 11, Hayden 8, and Thailer 8, loving life on a ranch, and being able to enjoy the privilege of hunting, life is good! I love to see my children learn as I did why we hunt, management being first and foremost and hoping to someday to tag that trophy with never ending inches of horn as an incredible bonus. I hope my children grow with the knowledge of respect of the animals they hunt, rather it be cow or bull, big or small, that knowledge and respect will be key to insuring their kids have the same opportunity! Happy hunting!”

Barb Baird … Prois’s .50 Cal Gopher Gal

Badass Barb, Photo by Jason Baird

I am married to a guy they call Dr. Bomb. He does ballistic testing and gets to shoot a .50 cal at armor, steel plates, concrete, etc. Sometimes, he puts down the .50 cal and blows stuff up, because he’s also an explosives engineer. And, oh yeah, he is also a pyro-technician, which means he can put on a great fireworks show if he wants to …

Recently, he ran some tests on various steel plates for a company that is in the design phase for barricades. And, I went along as the gopher girl. That meant I got to drive the tractor to the test range and drop off stuff, help load up plates on the shooting table, install a new shooting bench, carry the camera and hide behind a tree when Dr. B. pulled the trigger (remotely and while he stood behind another tree) at the range. I like my Prois hat and hoodie for days like that … hard work, temperature in the high 50s, perfect spring weather in the Ozarks, standing behind trees waiting to hear BOOM.

Oh, and I shot the .50 for the first time. But, I had an audience of three construction guys, who also got to shoot the gun — for fun.

Dr. Bomb: “Barb, come on over here if you want to shoot this thing.”

Me: “OK!”

Guys: Snicker.

Dr. Bomb hands me a huge cartridge, the length of the palm of my hand … and the gun, which is VERY heavy. A Serbu.

Dr. Bomb: “Here ya go.”

Guys: Snicker

Load, Slam Bolt … Hard sounds … Look through scope … Aim at berm about 125 yards away.

Me: “I think I’ll shoot at that old toilet seat down there.” (Oh Lord, what have I just committed to? All the construction guys shot at dirt and rock piles down there, and I’m trying to pick off a toilet seat? And, they’re all standing behind me. Glad my Prois sweatshirt is long enough to cover most of my butt.)

Guys: Snicker

Me: Position, Grip, Breath control, Sight Alignment, Trigger Squeeeezzeee, Follow through. A bunch of white chunks blow up at the spot of the toilet seat.

Guys: Wow. No snickers.

And then, they wanted to shoot at what was left of the toilet seat.

Me: (Silent prayer: “Thank you, Jesus.”)

Photo by Jason Baird AKA Dr. Bomb

Prois Woman of the Week, Annie Smith Peck ( 1850 – 1935 )

Last week we were on a ladies hog hunt in Oklahoma and were unable to post the Prois Woman of the Week. To make up for lost time we picked an amazing woman for this week’s selection. Annie Smith Peck climbed to heights that no woman had reached before, literally! Annie Smith Peck was a scholar, an author, woman’s suffragist, and a world renowned mountain climber. The following excerpt is quoted directly from Thank you for reading about this amazing woman who was a pioneer for women in a relatively new and extremely challenging and dangerous sport.

“Mountain climber, author. Born on October 19, 1850, in Providence, Rhode Island. Annie Peck Smith set many records during her career as a mountain climber, including the highest climb in the Americas in 1908. Some sources also credit her as the first woman to climb the Matterhorn in the Swiss Alps.

After earning a bachelor’s and master’s degree in Greek at the University of Michigan, Annie Peck Smith worked for a time as a teacher. She went to Europe in 1884 to study in Germany. The next year Smith became the first woman to attend the American School of Classical Studies in Athens. At first, she tried supporting herself by lecturing on Greek archaeology, but found that audiences were more interested in her hobby—mountain climbing. The sport was still relatively new and there were few female climbers. It was also incredibly dangerous as there were no oxygen tanks or other supportive equipment to help climbers at high altitudes.

After climbing the Matterhorn in 1895, Annie Smith Peck continued to seek new challenges, especially in the mountains in the Americas. She tackled Mexico’s Mount Orizaba in 1897, setting the women’s altitude record at that time. Wanting to reach heights higher than anyone else—male or female—had done before, Peck tried several times to climb Mount Illampu in Bolivia. Despite this setback, she tried to reach her goal by climbing Mount Huascarán in Peru. Peck was victorious on her second attempt in 1908. Having reached a height of 21, 812 feet, she set the record for the highest climb in the Western Hemisphere at the age of 58. For her amazing feat, the peak she scaled was named Cumbre Aña Peck in her honor.

Annie Smith Peck wrote about her adventures in the 1911 book A Search for the Apex of America. She continued to climb and seek out new challenges. A dedicated supporter of a woman’s right to vote, Peck hung a “Votes for Women” banner on Mount Coropuna in Peru. Also an avid traveler, Annie Smith Peck wrote several guide books about South America. Around 1929, she set out on a new challenge, exploring South America using commercial airline flights, a feat she wrote about in Flying Over South America: Twenty Thousand Miles by Air (1932).

Annie Smith Peck died in New York City on July 18, 1935. Shortly before her death, she had been doing what she loved best—climbing the Acropolis in Athens. Peck is remembered for her adventurous spirit and determination, forging in new ground for women in a new sport.”

© 2011 A&E Television Networks. All rights reserved.

Swarovski Optik North America Launches a Facebook Page for Women’s Hunting!

Cranston, Rhode Island – SWAROVSKI OPTIK North America announces that is has officially launched a Facebook page for women’s hunting. This new fan page will allow all women to share their passion for hunting, shooting and the outdoors with the company and other women hunters.

SWAROVSKI OPTIK North America has already embraced the evolution of social media by allowing users to become fans of the company on Facebook, but SWAROVSKI OPTIK will take it to the next level with the recently announced vehicle for women hunters that will add to the company’s overall social media presence.

The official SWAROVSKI OPTIK North America Women Hunting page can be found at:

Women who are outdoor enthusiasts are encouraged to join our official fan page on Facebook to connect to the world of SWAROVSKI OPTIK on a regular basis, and to keep informed about our latest happenings. Becoming a fan of SWAROVSKI OPTIK North America Women Hunting on Facebook gives brand lovers the opportunity to instantaneously keep our fans informed of new product developments, learn tips and tricks from our experts, watch exclusive product videos, and discover the latest news from SWAROVSKI OPTIK.

Social media users can also watch or share videos on YouTube featuring new products, expert tips, live interviews from special show events, and more! From learning how to properly use the BT (Ballistic Turret) rifle scope to discovering more about new products, YouTube provides an easy communication between the company and our end user.

“With the increasing involvement of women hunters in our industry we feel Facebook is a great way to communicate directly to them,” said Albert Wannenmacher, CEO of SWAROVSKI OPTIK NORTH AMERICA. “We think it’s important to foster personal relationships, and social media networks are an excellent avenue for quick communication. We always want to keep our friends and peers up-to-date on company events,” Wannenmacher said.

If you require any further information or photography please contact:

Dean J. Capuano, Communications Manager


2 Slater Road, Cranston, Rhode Island 02920

Tel. 800-426-3089 x2957, Fax. 877-287-8517

Prois Hunting Apparel April Caption Contest

Jump in and take part in the fun! Prois Hunting Apparel for Women is sponsoring a monthly photo caption contest which will be posted here, on the Prois Community Blog.

How do you participate? Simply supply a unique caption to go with our posted photo in the comments section listed below.

Why should you participate? Well, for starters it’s fun! BUT- the winner that is chosen by the Prois staff will become the proud new owner of a Prois cap in any color you want! What are you waiting for!? Give us YOUR caption!

Tracy Barnes Crowned Best Shooter in the World!

Sunday (3/27/2011)Tracy beat the very best biathletes in the world in the shootout of biathlon’s premier event, the “Veltins World Team Challenge” at Schalke, Germany. Tracy grabbed top honors in the coveted Shootout event, which is a shooting competition that tests the 20 top biathletes in the world. In this invitation-only event, 10 women compete head-to-head during a four stage shooting event which is the same format as that used in a regular biathlon race (two prone, two standing). The top three ladies from this preliminary round face off with the top three men from their first round to see who is the best shooter in the final round of competition. Tracy came in 1st for the women’s round AND 1st in the final competition with the four best women and four best men!!! This was an exciting competition for the athletes and the 50,000+ spectators at the Veltins Soccer Stadium as it was the first time that laser-rifles replaced the traditional 22-caliber rifle. The athletes received their laser-guns on Saturday and had only one day to practice before the World Team Challenge. Tracy and her US teammate Tim Burke finished 9th in the pairs mass start and 10th in the pursuit race held the same day. Tracy’s personal support team (her husband Gary and her Dad) accompanied her to Germany for this wonderful biathlon event.

< Her sister Lanny flew out to Mammoth Lakes, California on friday to help with biathlon clinics for several hundred new biathletes ages 10+ and competed in a race at a new biathlon course in Mammoth Lakes on Sunday. Due to the town receiving close to 10ft of snow during the week, flights were canceled and Lanny wasn't able to make it in for the clinic. She helped with the kids, adults, wounded warrior, and disabled skier biathlon race on Saturday and competed in an elite race on Sunday. She won the race on Sunday that was filmed by Versus and Outdoor Channel and American Trigger Sports Network. Mammoth Lakes is on their way to becoming the most premier high altitude biathlon venues in the country. With over 200+ volunteers that dug out the range buried by mountains of snow, they put on one of the most professional and exciting biathlon event seen in the US!

The twins ended their seasons after those two events and will now take a two week break before starting up their training again for the 2011/2012 season. With three short years until the next Winter Oympics, the twin will be training hard to make sure they are ready to bring home the gold in Sochi, Russia in 2014!

Check out their website for more stories, pictures and updates- They are gearing up to launch a new website! Check back within the next few weeks to see their new look.

-Tracy & Lanny Barnes
US Biathlon Team

FROM THE LADIES ROOM…. Lola. Her Name is Lola.

By: Kirstie Pike, CEO Prois Hunting Apparel for Women

No, this isn’t the name of a child or a newly acquired pet. It isn’t the name of any of our livestock animals. Lola is my bow. She is my new Bowtech Heartbreaker. It’s true.

Ok, so over the years I have received my fair share of ridicule for naming various inanimate objects and possessions that I deem worthy of, well, naming. I cannot exactly clarify the criteria I hold that deems an object worthy of a name. It does not come down to relative worth or value. It really isn’t a matter of sentimental importance. It seems, at least in the freaky vortex of my own brain, that certain objects take on a personality.

No, this does not indicate that I am in need of some extensive therapy or that perhaps I hear voices through the radio static. Nor have I at any time felt the irrational need to wear aluminum foil on my head to block my thoughts. Short of my many neurotic tendencies, this need to name inanimate objects is not a freaky glance into a damaged psyche. I just like to do it.

I have had a truck named Chad, jeep named Shorty McShort Bus, a bow named Beau and a .22 named Betty Blue. My current truck is named Moe. My past jeep was named Stella. My rifle is Maxwell. My need to name things dates clear back to my early childhood where my blanket was named Bea. Each of my stuffed animals (and there were many, I might add) had individual names that were painstakingly chosen. In fact, I would haul each of them out to the couch to watch Saturday morning cartoons. After doing so, I would arrange them alphabetically (perhaps a sign of the Obsessive Compulsive Disorder I have been accused of having.) In the event I got a new stuffed animal to add to the herd, I would wait days to name it. Once named, I would introduce him or her to all of the other critters. It just seemed that some things are worthy of names.

I have a stethoscope named Chauncey. I had a car named Angela. I have a mountain bike named Tess. The Prois trailer is named Bart. But why have I not named my shotgun or my archery targets or my skis? Don’t ask me why, but some things just require names.

So why is Lola named Lola? What makes her feminine when my last bow was named a masculine, Beau? Let’s see. This new Bowtech Heartbreaker was a perfect fit the first time I shot it. It was fluid and sleek. It was powerful and dynamic. It was the perfect weight and it felt slightly elegant. This bow was definitely feminine. OK…so I had that part figured out. Now a name. This bow had speed , strength and stealth. This was no ordinary girl. She has a hint of masculinity to her. She has no trace of pink (by the grace of God) and has a Mossy Oak camouflage with a stealthy black hand grip. Yeah…she is no ordinary lady. Lola. Perhaps it is a draw from the transgendered temptress from Kinks iconic song. Perhaps there is a glimpse of the Copacabana showgirl gone bad. Either way, for whatever reason, she is Lola.

The trap thrower is named Chuck (get it?). My laptop is named Tiffany. My work computer remains nameless as does my cell phone. Couldn’t tell you why.

Nonetheless…don’t be surprised if you see me driving around in Moe, pulling Bart and strapping Lola into the seat next to me.

Prois’ Woman of the Week… Ella Watson, aka “Cattle Kate”


Prois’ Woman of the Week is Cattle Kate. We were drawn to her story as she was a colorful and courageous cattle woman in the 1800′s. The lynching of Ella Watson and her husband, Jim Averill continues to be something of a mystery today…

Here is the story of Cattle Kate as written by George W. Hufsmith…

Her real name was Ellen Liddy Watson, but her friends called her Ella, and she was born in Ontario, Canada. Intelligent, gentle, possessed of charming Celtic brogue and a pretty smiling face, she was 6’2″ tall and a wonderful cook ! Her parents emigrated to Lebanon, Kansas to homestead. At 18 Ellen married Bill Pickle, a neighbor, who drank too much. He abused Ellen often and, after one particularly brutal beating with a horse whip, Ella ran away and returned to her family’s farm. After working as a cook on an adjacent neighbor’s farm for awhile, she moved about 15 miles south to the town of Red Cloud, Nebraska where she escaped her husband and again found employment as a cook at the town hotel. After filing for divorce, she went to Denver, then Cheyenne, and then still farther on to the budding town of Rawlins, Wyoming where she again secured employment as a cook at the proper “Rollins House.”

Soon she met Jim Averell, a surveyor, who was homesteading 60 miles north on the Sweetwater River. He was articulate, intelligent, well dressed and above all, a gentleman. Ironically he was born not much more than 150 miles from Ella’s birthplace. They struck it off immediately. He, too, had been married earlier, but his wife had tragically died in premature childbirth. Ella and Jim fell in love. Jim kept bragging about Sweetwater valley where he had started a road ranch and general store on his homestead. They had discussed marriage, but if they married, Ellen could not homestead too. Only one to a family. But they could marry in secret the way others had done.

They drove Jim’s buggy 100 miles to Lander, where nobody knew them. She carefully substituted Andrews for her maiden name, and they were married by a J.P. Then they drove back to Sweetwater where Ella homesteaded on Horse Creek near Jim’s place. Jim snaked in some logs from the mountains and he and a friend helped build her a pretty one room lob cabin sheltered in the cottonwoods.

Problem! A pompous cattle baron named Albert Bothwell irrigated a hay meadow from that very same creek but hadn’t figured on anybody filing a 60 acre homestead over the top of it, much less a WOMAN! He thought his control of that open range was absolute and he had also put up over 60 miles of mostly illegal barbed wire fence. He was outraged, and rode the mile over to Ella’s cabin and offered to buy her land. She told him she wanted the land much more than the money, and he left angry but empty handed.

Ella helped around Jim’s store and cooked meals for visitors at $.50 a plate. Everyone said her cooking was fabulous! Ellen was big hearted, too. More than once when another wife came down sick, she cooked and kept house for them until they regained their health. She also foster-mothered a 12 year old waif who ran away from home, and another 16 year old boy, both of whom did the chores around the homestead. Also Jim’s sister’s son had come out from Wisconsin to visit his uncle and was helping at the store. It seemed everybody liked Ellen and Jim — Almost everyone!

One icy day in February a wagon train passed nearby on the Oregon Trail herding 26 head of nearly starved cows and calves. Ella suddenly saw a way into ranching, and bought them at a dollar apiece! Some cowboys helped her drive them home and she fenced in a pasture. Dismayed at Ella’s purchase, Bothwell had an absolute conniption fit! He had skull and cross bones pinned to Ella’s and Jim’s doors. They were not intimidated. Nobody would harm a woman! By summer her cattle were stronger and Ella branded them. But brooding Bothwell had been concocting a deadly plot and now he saw his opportunity!

On the morning of July 20th, 1889, during the neighbor’s joint round-up, Al delayed joining the other cattlemen until Ella had left her place. He then hurriedly sent word to the other cattlemen that Ella had rustled and branded some of their calves! Five very angry ranchers met with Bothwell and galloped over to Ella’s homestead to see for themselves. What they saw was exactly what Bothwell wanted them to see! In a towering rage the stockmen kicked down Ella’s barbed wire fence and chased her cattle out. Ella’s boys rushed over to stop them, but were ordered into the house. Ella suddenly returned to discover what was going on. She screamed and ran headlong toward them. They surrounded her. One of the stockman was driving a tandem buggy and Bothwell roughly catapulted her up into the back seat. Ella was terrified! She tried to explain that Bothwell knew she bought the cattle honestly. Bothwell denied it!

The self appointed posse then headed for Jim’s place. They found him about a mile away opening a gate. They said they had a warrant for his arrest. When Jim asked to see it they pulled up rifles saying “that was warrant enough.” They then brutally shoved Jim up into the back seat with Ella and started south down the shallow Sweetwater riverbed toward Indepence Rock. As the gang disappeared, Ella’s young wards raced over to Jim’s store. They found Jim’s nephew with a cowboy friend, Frank Buchanan. The boys blurted out the story. Buchanan grabbed his six shooter, rushed outside and spurred his horse in pursuit. He soon caught up and began stalking them. He could hear them arguing. The cattlemen suddenly swerved east up into a rocky gulch and tied up their horses. Yanking Jim and Ella out of the buggy, they shoved and dragged them up until they reached a twisted pitch pine.

Buchanan galloped around the other side of the rocks, tied his horse up, and frantically clamored up over the crest till he spotted the men adjusting lariats around the couple’s necks. He yanked out his six shooter and began firing. The stockmen fired back. Suddenly Bothwell pushed him off into oblivion and, as Ella screamed, another man rushed forward and shoved Ella off. But the amateur executioners forgot to secure their arms and legs and thoughtlessly tied the lariats too close together on the same limb! Ella and Jim grappled with each other like wildly dancing marionettes until the gurgling ceased and they dangled limp, still touching one another in death. With no way now to help, Buchanan scrambled madly down to his horse and galloped off to alert the sheriff.

None of the lynchers was ever brought to justice. Witnesses were murdered or disappeared mysteriously or were bought off. The three Cheyenne papers, dominated by incredibly wealthy cattle interests, trumped up the ridiculous stories everyone knows today about Ellen being a dirty whore and rustler, and Jim her accomplice, pimp and murderous paramour. Nothing could have been farther from the truth, but the world loves a racy story and it stuck. Bothwell’s demoniacle plan had worked perfectly! Ella had just turned 28 and Jim was barely 37.

A story persists around the valley today that Al Bothwell died utterly insane. Maybe it’s wishful thinking – maybe it’s not!

© 1990 George W. Hufsmith

Barbara Baird teaches three generations to shoot!

Prois pro-staffer and NRA pistol instructor Barbara Baird taught her
first all–in-the-family class to six members, three generations, of
the Smith family of Missouri. The family members included grandma and
grandpa Geneva and David Smith, mom and stepdad Michelle and Charlie
Parko and their children, Katelyn and Austin Goodman. Michelle had
never shot a handgun in her life before the class and Geneva had
received a small .38 special for Christmas that she really didn’t
like … until after her session on the range. Then, this grandma was
bulls-eyeing the target with that little pistol. Kudos to the Smith
family and hoorah for “the family plan” at the range. To see Baird’s
shooting website, go to

From the Ladies Room…My Daughters are Gear Junkies

By: Kirstie Pike
CEO Prois Hunting & Field Apparel

My daughters are gear junkies. It’s true.

We have lived most of our lives getting our daughters into the outdoors. Hunting, fishing and camping are their favorite past times. We have taken great pride in the fact that we have taught them how to love the outdoors as well as the hunting and shooting sports. It is no doubt a great source of pride that our daughters know how to shoot a variety of firearms, know how to appreciate high quality optics and understand what it means to use technical packs and footwear. We have raised them right.
Until my 18 year old daughter informs me that she would like a new bow. Not only does she want a new bow, but she wants it complete with Spot Hogg sights and QAD rests. Oh, and a nice release to go with it. That’s all. Oh, and while we are at it, she informs me she would also like to get a new 9mm handgun. While there is a huge part of me who is thrilled beyond description that she loves the archery and shooting sports as much as she loves to hunt. I am equally thrilled to know she would prefer these items over a Gucci bag, day at the spa or acrylic nails. We have taught her well to understand and appreciate the nuances of prime gear and equipment.

But couldn’t she have figured that out at a later date? Like, say, when she was married?

The agony continues. My 15 year old daughter overhears the conversation and mentions that she has a hankering for the Bowtech Heartbreaker and a new Smith & Wesson .22 pistol. Wow. They’ve just upped the ante. I briefly tried a fake out with another bow from another company. No takers. No way. No how. And she is definitely a long way from the legal marrying age.
I have tried a variety of bait-and-switch offers with both of the girls to no avail. Only the best will do. So I suppose in some strange way, we raised them right. So it looks like we are on the hook for these items at some point. Being parents who love the outdoors, shooting sports and hunting, denying these items to our children would be like denying oxygen. Or coffee.

Raise your kids in the outdoors. You will never go wrong .

Just don’t introduce them to high end gear!