Prois Dealer Relations Coordinator and Pro-Staff Coordinator Katherine Grand with another bunny in the bag thanks to her amazing redtail named Kit!
Prois CEO Kirstie Pike lands some great lake trout over the weekend. #proiswasthere
It takes technical hunting clothing for your hardcore pursuits…Prois is your only choice!
By: Kirstie Pike
CEO Prois Hunting & Field Apparel for Women
I confess. I cannot sit still. Not at all. Even if I AM sitting still, I am not. In fact, I had one turkey guide nickname me, “Fidgets”.
This does in fact pose a problem when it comes to turkey hunting. I. Just. Can’t. Sit. Still.
Having spent a good amount of time pursuing turkeys this spring, it has become sport for me to keep on the run. While this technique of run and gun flies in the face of most methods of turkey hunting, it has become one of my favorite endeavors!
Ok, I confess. I can sit quietly early in the morning. Even if I have had 3 cups of coffee. I may be twitchy, but I can sit and wait for the gobblers to come down from their roost, round up their hens and get on the move. I can sit and call and be patient. I can sit and assess the movements of the birds.
Until they move away from me. Then it’s on like Donkey Kong.
All joking aside, this method of hunting can indeed be successful. With a bit of planning and a willingness to take a chance, you can indeed spot and stalk that bird.
- Understand the typical movements of the birds you are hunting: If you are familiar with their roosting patterns, you should also have an idea as to which directions they tend to move. Don’t be afraid to spend a few mornings and evenings just observing. Once the birds are on the move, it is often easy to plan a quick route to cut them off.
- Have a good understanding of the land and cover: Be aware as to where the water sources are. Know where the brush breaks are and where your best routes are located. This enables you to get into a new location quickly, efficiently and quietly. Nothing is more frustrating than being on the move only to be stopped by impassible obstacles. Spend time scouting the areas before the season. Once you know the best routes, it becomes quite easy to run and gun once the birds are on the move.
- Do not over pack. I am perpetually amazed when I see turkey hunters laden down with huge packs and vests. While taking a bit of water is a necessity, taking 3 litres for a 4 hour morning hunt is a bit more than necessary. While it is entirely unconventional, I suggest not wearing a pack. At all. I have found that carrying my calls in my pockets and lumbar compartments is most efficient. I am a minimalist- I carry my calls, my phone, my license and very compact flashlight. All of this fits in my pockets. I carry my shotgun shells in my cargo pockets and I am off. A huge bulky pack or vest is noisy and a hindrance to any sort of quick movements. Just try running with a turkey vest. You’ll see what I mean. Now, when it comes to decoys, I prefer to take one hen decoy that is very sleek and portable and can be carried while on the run.
- Be willing to take a chance: Why not? So you’ve sat and the birds just aren’t coming in despite all of your efforts. Now, moving in or around on birds is not without potential risks. Turkeys can be educated quite easily and moving about recklessly through their grounds can cause them to re-pattern. The key is to know the best routes to move behind or around the birds without being detected.
While this method of turkey hunting is not at all for everyone, I have found it to be fun, entertaining and quite challenging. It works with my caffeine fueled inability to remain still.
By: Prois Staffer, Nancy Rodriguez
As I sat on my front porch gnawing at the cardboard box that was clutched in my hands, I watched my delivery guy dust off his knees and walk up my driveway with a limp. I really need to control my tackling tendencies if I want my delivery guy to come back. But seriously, how else is a girl supposed to act when a beautiful brown box shows up on her doorstep with a Prois label on it? As I frantically opened my beautiful box with tooth and nail, my husband strolled by a said, “I think you just crossed over to the crazy side, and maybe you should come up for air!”
Did he say Crazy?…Ha! It was over 90 degrees out and as I pulled each piece of clothing out of the box it ended up on me! I just had to model all my new gear right then and there. Covered head to toe in Prois, including my Sherpa jacket and beanie, I strolled around the house trying to show off my gear to whoever would look at me. OK, so my cat looked at me and I’m sure she thought I looked pretty cute!
I sauntered back to my bedroom and realized some of my leftover Prois gear was on the floor. With my Prois decal stuck to my forehead and cardboard still stuck in my teeth, I lay down in the middle of my new gear and I began to make snow angels. I believe they were called Prois angels. Some people may think that’s crazy behavior, but if they do, then they don’t know what Prois is made of! As I lay in utter bliss, I started to doze off and dream of hunting…
In the Field
I was packing out my antelope from my recent hunt in Wyoming. I was dressed in head to toe Prois and I reflected back on how great my gear performed. The backcountry shirt that I wore wicked away the moisture, as I climbed high along the ridges under the intense sun. The front neck zipper is great to open up for added cooling. The body length is also nice, as it doesn’t tend to ride up when you’re sitting and glassing. My Pro Edition pants are by far the most comfortable hunting pants I have ever owned (and that’s a lot of pants). The sizing is great, as it’s hard to find pants that don’t bind you in certain areas when you’re climbing up extremely steep terrain. The other fantastic part of these pants is the fabric. They are exceptionally soft, but most of all completely silent. The perfect pant to make sure you can quietly stalk your game. When the wind picked up, my Sherpa jacket went on. This jacket is the warmest piece of fleece I own. I love that the sleeves are a bit longer, so you can use the thumb holes for extra warmth on your hands. This jacket is perfect for added warmth for hunts in the spring or fall. To top it off, I wore my lucky Prois hat. All of my gear was in the Max 1 pattern. The camo blends in fantastic with the sage prairies. I cannot rant and rave enough about what exceptional gear Prois has! Finally there is female hunting gear that fits a woman’s body, and is tough, rugged, and oh so cute…just like the gals that wear it!
Side note by Prois CEO, Kirstie Pike…this is by far the BEST gear review ever! Thank you for the great words and your awesome sense of humor! Welcome to crazy!
By: Kirstie Pike
CEO Prois Hunting & Field Apparel for Women
Members of the Prois Posse recently congregated at Paloma Pachenga near Hondo, Texas for a great day of dove hunting. In true Prois fashion, we converged on the unsuspecting ranch with whoops of hilarity and cut-throat sarcasm. Ladies (and I may need to use that term loosely) in attendance were Crystal Ivy, Stephanie Wottrich, Kara Jo Lorenz, Jody Geistweidt, Christy Turner, Katherine Grand and myself. With a crew like this…it is quickly clear that fun was on the agenda!
We pounded through boxes of shells and most likely bagged a single limit between all of us! Did I mention laughter abounded? We later congregated for a delicious meal of Texas BBQ, story swapping and over the top laughter.
I am personally proud to associate with such an amazing group of ladies (yes…I do in fact use that term loosely) and am equally proud to call each of them a friend. I feel that this unique sisterhood of female hunters will only continue to grow and I cannot wait to watch the craziness unfold!
To my sisters…oooh. Crash.
By: Kirstie Pike, CEO Prois Hunting & Field Apparel for Women
OK. We have too many windows in our house. Not enough walls.
Let’s face it. We have fabulous views. Amazing sunrises. Gorgeous sunsets. We can gaze out over the ranch and Blue Mesa Reservoir. Yes. We have windows.
Walls? Not so much.
Why is this a problem, you might ask?
We are quite simply out of room. No more room for goat mounts. No more room for Dall sheep mounts. Nope. Don’t even think about another moose…the current moose on the wall will never come down without a divorce decree. And even if it did- I can neither confirm nor deny that it most likely cannot fit out any doors. We still don’t know how we got it inside in the first place. So where would the extra mounts end up? Prois of course.
It dawned on me today that this was becoming problematic while I was cleaning the Prois warehouse (yes…I do this. I am the CEO and I do this. I also clean toilets but that is a story for another day) I was trying to sort through crates and boxes when I kept tripping over some elk mounts conveniently stored here. Yes. Plural. There are two. Sitting on the floor by the bay doors. And trust me, they do not conveniently tuck up close to the wall. Or anything else for that matter.
These suckers have been down here for months now. And let me tell you…they are gorgeous. However, one currently functions as a rack for the broom and shop vac. The other is simply a nuisance and occasionally gores unsuspecting shipping clerks who aren’t on the top of their game. Don’t believe me? Take a peek.
I don’t know how or why they are here, but I am willing to bet this is not how they envisioned their sweet eternity.
Don’t fret. They are not alone. The warehouse and office walls are cluttered with bucks, bulls, geese and mountain lions that found themselves homeless. I have to confess…we even have a bull on the wall that belonged to a friend who just couldn’t take it with him to his new forever home. So I am now in the adoption business. For a limited time, we even had a sheep down here that was perilously close to Bunbun’s cage and resulted in a head-butt each time we fed the rabbit. We had a name for said sheep, but believe it or not we just can’t share that.
I have been working tirelessly to decide what to do with all of these wayward mounts. My 17 year old currently uses the moose at our house for a clothes drying rack. Good idea. But we don’t do laundry down here. So that seems senseless. While functioning as racks for cleaning supplies currently works… it just doesn’t feel majestic. Put them on the wall? Oy…we are out of wall room here too. Toilet paper holders? Eh…this would make a trip to the bathroom a bit perilous and I’m not certain Work Comp covers this.
What’s a girl to do?
By: Kirstie Pike, CEO Prois Hunting & Field Apparel for Women
It’s no secret…I have had a hankering to hunt goats for years. Many years. When I started applying, I had toddlers. Now I have kids in college. You do the math. With anticipation that rivals that of the birth of the new Royal in Great Britain…I have been waiting to see if I drew my tag.
Not that my goat is more important than William and Kate’s baby. Maybe equal. Maybe.
The conversation went something like this…
(Steve) We should know today if we drew any goat tags. Gonna’ check.
(Me) Cool. However, by the chance I draw said tag I will be too old to go. I think the Division of Wildlife does that on purpose. If the NSA can monitor my every move, I am certain the DOW must be able to calculate my potential increasing age/declining health over time. Once I hit that “golden age”, BAM…I will draw a goat tag when I won’t be physically able to go.(ok…maybe they don’t… this could be a mild tantrum. Sorry, NSA if I have offended you…but you probably knew I was going to write this blog before I started it. I hope you like it!)
(Steve) silence…keyboard clicking… Dude. You drew your tag.
(Me) Wuh? I suppose this means the DOW thinks I’m old and fat.
Over the past month, Steve has made it quite clear he is tired of my own version of a knock-knock joke…
(Me) Speaking of goats…guess who drew a tag?
(Steve) Um. You?
(Me) Excellent guess! In fact, I DID!
(Steve) Who knew?
OK…so I drew! Finally. After more than a decade of trying, it seems it’s my turn! And so the adventure begins!
The weekend provided great opportunity for some high-peak scouting. Finding ourselves over 12,000 feet gave great opportunity to get a lay of the land…or actually..the precipices. While this is an area with which we are quite familiar, I have to admit…it is WAY more fun to scout for MY goat. After a great day spent scaling the ridges and glassing I am beyond excited to get this hunt underway. I look forward to the physical rigors of this hunt as well as the thrill of the isolation of the high peaks. Stay tuned as we pen the next Goat Chronicles and I will try to keep my exuberance under wraps.
Speaking of goats…guess who drew a tag?
By Katherine Grand
After a long weekend without human companionship, BunBun has decided to trash the office to celebrate my return. I checked his food, I checked his water, and he was not without provisions. The office was closed last week Thursday and Friday as I was off to a wedding in Missouri and Prois CEO Kirstie Pike and family are away to Hawaii. Since Missouri is a far cry from Hawaii I have been exceedingly jealous of all the photos she has been posting on facebook specifically to taunt me. Unfortunately it is less acceptable for me to run around the office making messes, chewing on things, and pooping everywhere than it is for BunBun so I have fewer outlets for my frustrations. Here’s a picture of BunBun amid his thoroughly tossed and chewed upon UPC codes which display his protest at the lack of the “BunBun Appreciation Time” he is so accustomed to. Hopefully I will be able to clean up after him or else blame all the office messes on him when Kirstie returns.