Cannons to the left! Cannons to the right! Prois Pro Staffer Barb Baird found herself in the middle of a women’s cannon brigade at the North-South Skirmish Association’s annual event on Sat., May 21, at Ft. Shenandoah, Virginia. Baird, who is a correspondent for the National Shooting Sports Association, was drawn to the event because of its association with Civil War era firearms and artillery. When asked to light a cannon, she did not hesitate! Fifteen cannons fired on the line that day. She is now saving her pennies for her very own cannon. Photo by Jason Baird.
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By Katherine Browne
Last weekend my fiancé Eric and I headed out to do some turkey hunting with Prois Pro-Staffers and Olympic Biathletes Tracey and Lanny Barnes (http://www.twinbiathletes.com/). While Lanny and I were posted up around first light waiting for some birds to come down from their roost something incredible happened. Most of my non-hunting friends have either been grossed out or unimpressed when I have told this story but as a hunter my goal is to become invisible in my surroundings. Good camo is essential in becoming invisible and thanks to my Prois this encounter was possible.
Lanny and I were sitting and listening to the birds talking in their roosts when I noticed a little vole running straight for me. Many hunters that I have spoken to have had the experience of birds, squirrels and rodents running around or over them and I expected him to run across my lap if he continued on his path. Instead of running over me I felt him wriggle in next to my hip and settle under my lower back. I started laughing silently and my whole body was shaking and I could not believe that he held tight. He must have been thinking, “Thank god I found this nice warm shelter before the earth quake started!”.” Lanny whispered to me “He’s under you!” and I whispered back “I know!”. At this point most people probably would have moved and the vole would have run for cover but I couldn’t help wondering how long this little vole would hang out with me. I sat quietly for a least another 40 minutes and every time I thought he had left me I felt him stir. First thing in the morning this must have been a nice comfortable place for a little vole to warm up. When we were getting ready to take off on foot I carefully fished out my camera from my pocket and asked Lanny to take a video when I sat up. To see the video click on the link below.
One of my favorite things about hunting is seeing animals behave naturally. Before I started hunting I had never sat still long enough to experience something like this. This experience made me think about all the amazing stories that must be out there of animal encounters that hunters have had when they were sitting quietly. This inspired us to launch a contest to where hunters submit there stories of animal encounters where the animals did not realize they were there. To enter submit your story as a comment below for your chance to win a $100 gift certificate from Prois for you or your loved ones. Prois CEO Kirstie Pike and I will be choosing out favorite entries and posting them on the Prois Facebook page over the next month. The person whose post gets the most Like’s for their story on our Facebook page will win! If you have a photo or a video, e-mail it to me at Katherine@proishunting.com and I will post it with the story. You must be a member of our Facebook page to qualify and you story must be family friendly (https://www.facebook.com/home.php#!/home.php?sk=group_172754768618). Good luck and thanks for participating!
By: Kirstie Pike, CEO Prois Hunting & Field Apparel
Life on our world is weird. It just is. I am not talking weird in the sense that neighbors call to report strange odors or reclusive habits (although we have had a number of calls to the local dispatch office due to rogue buffaloes, but that is a story for another day). I mean weird in the sense that things occur in daily life that make us pause, scratch our heads, and say, “Do we need to tell the kids not to repeat this at school?”. Despite the fact that I feel compelled to constantly assure people that we are not products of intermarriage from generations past, I cannot help but look at our life without stifling a maniacal giggle. Yesterday was no exception.
It’s pig season. I don’t mean hog season. I mean pig season. Our kids are very much into 4-H and have raised market hogs since they were eight years old. It is a way of life around here from March through July. They have become competitive and compulsive about their pigs and how they want to raise them and finish them. In fact, I was recently informed that “it was time to split the barrow from the gilts and change the feed”. Huh…who knew? The pigs are a big deal. I think I am beginning to understand the sacred cow philosophy in India. However, these hogs will end up on the dinner plate. No exceptions.
So,the hogs got out. I do not mean they escaped their pens and were milling about happily. They were out and not to be found. Apparently, this was a result of some supreme procine planning. These suckers not only escaped their pens and the weather port. They traveled down the road, around the cattleguard and found themselves frolicking side by side with the buffaloes in the fields ¼ mile from the house. For those wondering, pigs are non-migratory. I don’t really need to say more. They typically opt to stay close and root up my yard or wallow in the irrigation ditch. It is unusual to find these wily critters this far away from home.
Upon closer inspection, only two of the three had made it to the field. The third was missing in action. Two pigs were rounded up (a process that vaguely resembles herding cats) and led back home. Should you have no previous pig-herding experience, here is how it goes: the herder walks behind said pigs with a pig stick, prodding and guiding as the pigs willfully move…wherever they want, that is. This can be a very slow and tedious process. The only comforting thoughts at moments like this are nestled in the knowledge that each of these beasts would eventually end up at market. It is sort of pork karma.
It then became time to launch a ranch wide search and rescue effort for pig number three. After some extensive searching, the gilt was located…far, far away in another pasture. Efforts were made to begin the death march back to the house. However, this pig was having nothing to do with these efforts. Nothing. Mind over matter…pig over person…call it what you will. She was not moving. She was exhausted and stressed.
At this point, my husband went somewhat catatonic. This state of mind is typically indicative of one of two things; (1) an amazing act of brilliance or (2) an amazing act of desperation. The course of the events that followed could be attributed to either brilliance, desperation or both. I suppose the point is moot, but it does make one pause. Once this occurs, he has had enough. There is no negotiation, whether he is dealing with pigs, cattle, great danes, his wife or his children. A solution, whatever it may be, was eminent.
With a backhoe.
Now, for those of you who live on ranches, you know the backhoe is typically reserved for carcass removal in these instances. Desperation or brilliance? Within minutes, he had the pig handled, wrestled into the bucket of the backhoe, levitated above ground and en route to the pens. Apparently, there was no more pig negotiation. (Rest assured, when he is done negotiating with the kids, they are not packed up in a backhoe bucket and transplanted…not yet anyway) Said pig was lowered to the ground and herded into the pens where she too went rather catatonic. Good news! Madame Pig is doing great and is as happy as a clam. Assuming that clams are fairly content by nature.
Whether this was ranching ingenuity or brilliant desperation…problem solved. Even if it was rather unconventional.
This little piggy should have stayed home.
Prois Dealer Relations Coordinator will be on the road representing Prois this week. She will be at Sportsman’s Warehouse in Albuquerque for their Ladies’ Night this Thursday representing the line and giving a talk about dressing for hunting and the outdoors. The store will close at 6:30 and reopen at 7PM for women only. There will be great talks, giveaways, discounts, and lots of fun events lined up for the evening. You do not want to miss this great even at the Albuquerque Sportsman’s Warehouse. The Albuquerque Sportman’s Warehouse store is located at 1450 Renaissance Boulevard NE.
After the Ladies’ Night Katherine will be headed back to Colorado on Saturday for the Grand Opening of the new Full Rut Archery & Hunting Club in Parker Colorado. This is sure to be a really fun event and there are lots of great activities planned for the whole family. There will be BBQ food, a classic rock band playing, a throwing machine for target practice, the outdoor 3D archery course will be open, they will be raffling off a bow, the new Broadhead Cafe will be open for business, there will be shooting events for kids, and lots of giveaways. The store is incredible so if you can make it you will not regret it. Katherine will be there answering questions, giving advice, and speaking with ladies about Prois and hunting. Full Rut is located at 3900 E County Rd 174 in Parker CO. For directions to the store you can visit their website at www.fullrutarchery.com/ or give them a call at 303.840.9271.
Prois Hunting Apparel is excited to announce our third featured Prois 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 Kelly Cohen- this is HER story!
“Here’s how hunting became a part of my life. I didn’t grow up in a hunting family. We moved from the city to the country when I was 6 years old. In our town there any many festivals and I remember my mom taking me to a Native American Pow Wow. They were selling rabbit furs and all I knew is that I wanted lots of them. I couldn’t stop talking about them.
As it turned out, I got lucky. My sister had married a country boy that liked to hunt. He took me out rabbit hunting. Yes, I got my first one. We got home, skinned it out, salted it down and that was my first skin. I was 10years old. Life went on and I got into showing horses and playing sports. When I was 14, one of my friends on my softball team did a lot of coon hunting with her family and their hound dogs. They invited me out one night. For me, this was a whole new world, listening to the dogs running in the orchard, hearing them tree. I remember walking up and seeing the coon hissing at the dogs. It was awesome! I got to join them a couple more times.
Soon, another opportunity came my way. I got to go out turkey hunting with my brother in-law and his cousin. I was just along for the ride. Morning came, we decided to split up. I went with my cousin in-law. Sitting there listening to him call and the turkey gobbling back, that was incredible. Seeing that turkey strutting around, fanned out, I was thinking how neat it was watching nature. Who came back with a turkey….We did. I couldn’t wait to get back in the field, but until then I kept busy. I would go out shooting guns and I started shooting a long bow at targets. I got pretty good. I did not get to hunt for a couple years and by this time I was a senior year in high school. Every senior had to do a senior project to graduate. For example, one could choose to build an engine or build a fountain. I chose to make a bear rug and bear jerky. I was lucky as a friend of our family was a bear guide and taxidermist. Bear season was open and I finally had a chance to go out bear hunting for the first time. It was a bright and early morning while I was helping to “collar up” the dogs. One never knows where those hounds might end up, quality tracking collars are important. I put the dogs on the hood of the truck and away we went. We soon heard the dogs sound off and blow up so we decided to turn them loose. This was exhilarating. Dogs were treed we started our hike to them. I was getting worn out, but hearing the dogs get louder and louder kept me going. I shot my first 300lb bear. I was hooked. I learned how to skin, flesh the hide, salt it, put it in the different solutions, tumble it, and finally I started to make my first rug.
Hunting for me continued taking up new game. I am an avid bear, deer, pig, upland and waterfowl hunter. I also love to fish for bass, trout, and salmon. I have taken some pretty nice game, but size doesn’t matter to me, it’s just a plus. I live off the land, I rarely have to buy meat from the store. I love to make down pillows and I’m also building up my furs to make a critter blanket. One Christmas, I gave all my co-workers squirrel skins and mounted a pheasant for my boss. I try to keep and use every part of the animal I take. For a couple years now I have helped guide bear hunts with my friend. I love training the hounds and my own lab. There’s nothing better than a good dog! It takes a lot of time to train a hunting dog. I also have an amazing bird dog Sampson. I could tell you how many birds that I would have just walked by if it hadn’t been for Sampson, birds he flushed up or the ones that get lost in the high weeds that he finds or even jumping in ice frozen water to bring back a bird. I wouldn’t trade my lab in for any other breed. They’re so universal.
I love being a part of the different hunting organizations such as Ducks Unlimited, Turkey Federation, Elk Federation, CA Houndsman, NRA. I faithfully attend and participate in their banquets and activity threw out the year. I’ve really enjoyed taking Sampson to the Dock Jumping competitions. Sampson and I have had so much fun trying to learn the art of dock jumping in our area. When the houndsmen competition or field trials roll around, you can be assured we’re there with our hound dogs.
This month I ’am celebrating my 25 birthday, as I look back over the years from my 1st rabbit pelt, my buckaroo days, national sport competitions, to where I am today, I am thankful for the support and encouragement from my family and friends and to live the life I am living today and looking forward to tomorrows adventures.”
Prois is proud to announce that Keli Van Cleave will be representing the Prois line of performance women’s camouflage at the Cabela’s-Reno Archery Shoot. In addition, Keli will be flinging some arrows of her own in the archery shoot! Stay tuned for more information!
The Reno Cabela’s store is hosting this inaugural archery shoot with Boomtown Hotel and Casino May 21st and 22nd. The shoot will take place on Boomtown’s property in front of Cabela’s and on their hills behind the store.
The shoot will cost all shooters a $10 donation to the Food bank of Northern Nevada per day (shooters can shoot Saturday, Sunday, or both days). Saturday night there will be a shooter’s dinner and raffle at Boomtown that will benefit the Susan G. Komen for the Cure.
This archery course and location provide an opportunity that is rare in the area for archery shoots. With the Cabela’s and Boomtown location at I-80 Exit 4 being a popular destination and easy access to the shoot, it provides a greater opportunity for participation and visibility for the sport.
The layout of the shoot will be marked and unmarked with two courses. Manufacturers and experts throughout the field will be on hand for this event, as well. This will allow shooters to touch and test the products as well as getting the opportunity to talk to knowledgeable people on each product.
Boomtown Hotel and Casino will have special room rates for $69 for the shoot and their KOA has a $20 special on RV spaces. We also have several other exciting things in the works for this shoot and will update as we get closer to the event including a media and local celebrity day.
Lightning flashes close by…too close. Less than a heartbeat passes before the ground beneath my feet trembles with the intensity of the approaching storm and the air explodes in the deep rumble of thunder. From behind me I hear Randy’s warning to find a low spot if I start to feel my hair stand on end. Ahead of me on the trail I find another spot of crimson left on a patch of tall golden grass where the wounded hog passed. Hawk and Tyler have gone on ahead, tracking fast and trying to beat the impending storm. This grassy draw ends in a stand of short Muskeet, surrounding a tank (Texas for pond) The hog’s trail is still staying to the bottom of the draw and we are all sure that we will find him in the cool mud at the water hole. Randy, his grandson and I are moving from spot to spot staying with the dwindling blood trail that will soon be washed away in a Texas style downpour. Randy pulls his gaze from the trail and reading the storm takes his grandson and heads back to the truck at the head of the draw. I run ahead to catch up with Hawk and Tyler, to let them know that Randy is going to drive around and pick us up at the end of the draw. As I round a corner in the trail, I spot Hawk ahead in the trees, as our eyes meet the sky above opens up in an all-out soaking down pour. Oh how often we’ve found ourselves at the unexpected mercy of Mother Nature and her warped sense of humor. He motions to Tyler and points to a blind hidden just inside the tree line, as the storm rips his words away we all run across a freshly plowed field, mud building up on the soles of our shoes with each step.
This is my second trip to Texas after wild hogs, and I have to send out a special thank you to Prois for making such a fantastic clothing line for women. February found me at home packing my bag with warm weather cloths and looking forward to escaping the cold bite of our Wyoming winter, if only for a short while. As luck would have it the day after our arrival, Texas was struck with a freak winter storm. Fox news headlines for February 1st read “Massive Winter Storm Creates Dangerous conditions from Texas to New England.” Thanks to Prois and their appropriate, and usable clothing, the cold and snow did not ruin my hunt. By the end of the week, the locals were telling me that I could go home and take my weather with me.
A few weeks ago I found myself once again packing my bag for a return trip to Texas. Here at home I still have to build a fire to keep the chill out. Texas is experiencing one of the worst droughts in over 40 years. Dreading the hot dry heat and afraid that I was going to melt at the extreme weather change, I packed my bag with shorts and tank tops… and once again I was grateful that I had found room for my Prois pants, shirts and Sherpa Jacket. Though the Sherpa jacket isn’t water proof, I rung it out and was thrilled at just how quickly it air dried. It is the perfect light weight Jacket, warm, yet breathable and very versatile for the rapid changing weather conditions that we as outdoor women, encounter every day. And this time around the locals have decided that my weather isn’t so bad after all, and if I could arrange it they would like me to bring it back every three weeks or so but not in August; they want my Wyoming weather in August. I remember Texas heat in August, but you know what? I am not taking any chances, if I go back, I WILL l be bringing my Prois with me just in case.
A few hours later we returned to the now silent draw. All that remains of the trail are a few faint stains on winter dried flowers. Randy and Hawk circled the area where we lost sign of the hog, and Randy found him bedded beneath a tree, he called to us to move in. Randy and I approach from opposite directions, and though I did not make the first shot on this animal earlier that morning, I was able to place two arrows from my Osage bow behind his shoulder, one when he got up to run, and the second as he crossed the grassy draw bringing an end to the hunt, as well as meat to the freezer.
This week’s Prois Woman of the Week is Clara Barton. An amazing pioneer in the field of nursing and battlefield care, Clara went on to found the American Red Cross. Thank you to AmericanCivilWar.com for their information for this blogspot!
“Clara Barton’s civil war work began in April 1861. After the Battle of Bull Run, she established an agency to obtain and distribute supplies to wounded soldiers. In July 1862, she obtained permission to travel behind the lines, eventually reaching some of the grimmest battlefields of the war and serving during the sieges of Petersburg and Richmond. Barton delivered aid to soldiers of both the North and South.
After the war, she became a popular and widely respected lecturer. In 1881 she established the American Red Cross, and served as its director until her death.
When Clara Barton was sixteen, phrenologist Lorenzo Fowler advised her to become a teacher to cure her shyness. For ten years, Barton taught in a small Massachusetts town, where her brother owned a factory. After she was invited to teach in a private school in Bordentown, New Jersey, Barton recognized the community’s need for free education, and despite opposition, set up one of the first free public schools in the state.
When officials appointed a male principal in her place, Barton resigned. In 1854, she moved to Washington, where she became the first woman to work at the Patent Office.
Clara soon found her calling in the Civil War battlefields…
Arriving at the northern edge of the infamous “Cornfield” at about noon, Clara Barton watched as harried surgeons dressed the soldiers’ wounds with cornhusks. Army medical supplies were far behind the fast-moving troops at Antietam Battlefield. Miss Barton handed over to grateful surgeons a wagonload of bandages and other medical supplies that she had personally collected over the past year.
Then Miss Barton got down to work. As bullets whizzed overhead and artillery boomed in the distance, Miss Barton cradled the heads of suffering soldiers, prepared food for them in a local farmhouse, and brought water to the wounded men.
As she knelt down to give one man a drink, she felt her sleeve quiver. She looked down, noticed a bullet hole in her sleeve, and then discovered that the bullet had killed the man she was helping.
Undaunted, the unlikely figure in her bonnet, red bow, and dark skirt moved on–and on, and on, and on. Working nonstop until dark, Miss Barton comforted the men and assisted the surgeons with their work.
When night fell, the surgeons were stymied again–this time by lack of light. But Miss Barton produced some lanterns from her wagon of supplies, and the thankful doctors went back to work.
Miss Barton’s timely arrival at the battlefield was no easy task. Only the day before, her wagon was mired near the back of the army’s massive supply line. Prodded by Miss Barton, her teamsters drove the mules all night to get closer to the front of the line.
Within a few days after the battle, the Confederates had retreated and wagons of extra medical supplies were rolling into Sharpsburg. Miss Barton collapsed from lack of sleep and a budding case of typhoid fever. She returned to Washington lying in a wagon, exhausted and delirious. She soon regained her strength and returned to the battlefields of the Civil War.
As Clara Barton moved briskly among the maimed and wounded soldiers at Antietam, few could imagine that she was once a shy, retiring child. Born in the central Massachusetts town of North Oxford on Christmas Day, 1821, Clarissa Harlowe Barton was the baby of the family. Her four brothers and sisters were all at least 10 years her senior.
When she was young, Clara’s father regaled her with his stories of soldiering against the Indians. Her brothers and cousins taught her horseback riding and other boyish hobbies. Although she was a diligent and serious student, Clara preferred outdoor frolics to the indoor pastimes “suitable” for young ladies of that time.
Despite her intelligence, Clara was an intensely shy young girl, so much so that her parents fretted over it. At times, Clara was so overwrought she could not even eat. But the demure girl overcame her shyness in the face of a crisis–a pattern that would repeat itself during her lifetime. When her brother became ill, Clara stayed by his side and learned to administer all his medicine, including the “great, loathsome crawling leeches.”
Clara was a trailblazer…
“I may sometimes be willing to teach for nothing, but if paid at all, I shall never do a man’s work for less than a man’s pay.”
“What could I do but go with them [Civil War soldiers], or work for them and my country? The patriot blood of my father was warm in my veins.”
Throughout her life, Clara Barton led by example. In an era when travel was arduous, and many men and almost all women stayed close to home, Miss Barton traveled far and wide looking for new challenges. After teaching for several years in her home town, she opted for additional schooling.
After a year of formal education in western New York state, Miss Barton resumed teaching in Bordentown, NJ. Miss Barton taught at a “subscription school,” where parents of the students chipped in to pay the teacher’s salary. On her way to school, Miss Barton noticed dozens of children hanging around on street corners. Their parents could not afford the “subscription.” Miss Barton offered to teach in a school for free if the town provided a building. The first day, six students showed up, the next day 20, and within a year there were several hundred students at New Jersey’s first free public school.
Having lost her position as head of the school to a man simply because she was a woman, Miss Barton moved to Washington, D.C. She took a job as a clerk at the U.S. Patent Office, no mean feat for a woman in those days. Even more shocking, she earned the same salary as male clerks.
With the outbreak of war and the cascade of wounded Union soldiers into Washington, Miss Barton quickly recognized the unpreparedness of the Army Medical Department. For nearly a year, she lobbied the army bureaucracy in vain to bring her own medical supplies to the battlefields. Finally, with the help of sympathetic U.S. Senator Henry Wilson of Massachusetts, Miss Barton was permitted to bring her supplies to the battlefield. Her self-appointed military duties brought her to some of the ugliest battlefields of 1862–Cedar Mountain, Va.; Second Manassas, Va.; Antietam, Md.; and Fredericksburg, Va.
An Idea Was Born.
By 1863, the Army Medical Department was geared up for a major war, overwhelming any efforts made by a single individual such as Miss Barton. But she continued working at battlefields as the war dragged on. Miss Barton threw herself into her next project as the war ended in 1865.
She helped with the effort to identify 13,000 unknown Union dead at the horrific prisoner-of-war camp at Andersonville, Ga. This experience launched her on a nationwide campaign to identify soldiers missing during the Civil War. She published lists of names in newspapers and exchanged letters with veterans and soldiers’ families. The search for missing soldiers and years of toil during the Civil War physically debilitated Miss Barton. Her doctors recommended a restful trip to Europe.
Although still ailing, another crisis jolted Miss Barton into action. The outbreak of war in 1870 between France and Prussia (part of modern-day Germany) brought hardship to many French civilians. Miss Barton joined the relief effort, and in the process, was impressed with a new organization–the Red Cross. Created in 1864, the Red Cross was chartered to provide humane services to all victims during wartime under a flag of neutrality.
“Upon the porch stood four tables, with an etherized patient upon each, a surgeon standing over him with his box of instruments and a bunch of green corn leaves beside him.”
“A ball had passed between my body and the right arm which supported him, cutting through the sleeve and passing through his chest from shoulder to shoulder. There was no more to be done for him and I left him to his rest. I have never mended that hole in my sleeve. I wonder if a soldier ever does mend a bullet hole in his coat?”
Miss Barton returned to the United States and began her most enduring work–the establishment of the American Red Cross. A reluctant U.S. government could not imagine the country ever again being involved in armed conflict after the Civil War. Finally, by 1881 at age 60, she persuaded the government to recognize the Red Cross to provide aid for natural disasters.
Miss Barton continued to do relief work in the field until she was well into her 70s. But she was not a strong administrator, and political feuding at the American Red Cross forced her to resign as president in 1904.
This month’s photo was chosen in the spirit of Mother’s Day! Happy Mother’s Day from Prois! 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 Pursuit Shortsleeve Shirt! What are you waiting for!? Give us YOUR caption!