Prois was there all weekend!

By Christy Turner

 

wWhat an amazing weekend I had with Becky Lou Lacock two weekends ago at the Priefert Ranch in Mount Pleasant Texas. Our days were relaxing hanging out at the ranch watching Chloe ride the 4 wheeler and watching her ride the mare named Buttercup.

We got to meet the world’s largest horse named Radar who is over 19 hands, he was an amazing sight. We also got to meet world famous Australian, Guy McLean. He is an International Horseman, Entertainer and Poet. In between the laughing and cutting up we got serious in the mornings and evenings to try and get eleven year old Chloe from Tennessee her first Texas Hog. We had some pictures on a game camera, stumbled upon some Hog hair on the trail and had a real close encounter on the ground with them Friday evening.

The Hogs were right there, I could even smell them and Becky Lou almost got ate but I was watching her back. Our time ran out before Chloe could bag her first Hog but we made a lot of good memories and hope to try again someday soon.  Our gracious host was Travis Priefert, the Grandson of Marvin Priefert who was the founder of the family owned and operated Priefert Manufacturing. You need to check out their web site at www.priefert.com and read, about the family. This hardworking family lives the American dream because they refused to give up even when times were tough they said. I admire each and every one ofthem and respect how humble and honest they all are. Also watch for their new reality-based hunting tv show called “The Prieferts” on the Sportsman Channel. The premiere will air July 3rd 9:30C. This is going to be a must see, I can’t wait!

 

Fear not Christy Turner bagged herself a hog last weekend while hunting and fishing with fellow Prois gal Stacy Sissney and family !

 

 

Unicorns I Love Them

By Katherine Grand

 

Here at Prois we have somewhat of an obsession with unicorns.  I can’t remember exactly when and how this happened but I can assure you we are all quite happy that unicorns usurped and largely quieted all the gnome related posts and gifts.  Let’s face it, gnomes are creepy as hell.  I like to pretend that this unicorn obsession is largely a joke but if you interviewed a younger Katherine Grand anywhere from the age of 3 until, I don’t know, 5 minutes ago, you’ll find it’s totally genuine.  As a little girl I drew unicorns, read about unicorns, had a grey pony I pretended was a unicorn only true believers could see. 

 

Dream, my first unicorn

 

Present day I enjoy drawing unicorns, reading about unicorns, and riding unicorns.


Masterful binicorn drawing circa one month ago while dining with Kirstie Pike. Had she not bumped my crayon it would have been a traditional unicorn.

 

I can neither confirm nor deny I purchased a custom made horn from ETSY for my mare and forced my husband to take pictures of me riding her around bareback singing TRALALALALA!  Don’t judge me.  Now that I think of it, although I have added several things to my list of loves as an adult I have not stop loving anything I truly loved as a child.  I still love horses, puppies, bugs, birds, ice cream, climbing trees, fishing, . . . . you get the point.  Unleash your inner child!  Ride a unicorn.  


Never squander your birthday wishes. Thanks 4 year old through 23 year old Katherine!! Way to stay focused!

 

An Adventure to Remember

By Prois Staffer Megan DeHaan
Some people leave marks on your heart more than others. It just so turns out we met more than a few in Florida. Southern Florida feels like a foreign country to me. Its full of swamps, farm ground surrounded by ditches of water, and its flat, but still for some reason every time you turn a “corner” you seem to find something new. There’s water everywhere, but you don’t dare dive in to cool off unless you want a limb bit off. We started the trip off helping out a trapper. There are few ways to hunt gators. One of them is buying a tag for trapping. You can be accompanied by a licensed trapper and go out and harvest live gators or shoot them to be taken back for meat/hides/etc. Almost nothing is wasted, and population control is essential to maintain a healthy balance. We got the front row experience! I was hooked.
 
We then ventured off to go hog hunting in the evening. We didn’t know what to expect other than we were going in a swamp buggy and we had hounds. I thought gator hunting was fun……this was better. Not only did we not have lights, but we didn’t have alligator/snake proof body suits. I only ponder the thought because as were running full speed in the dark chasing the guys and dogs in front of us sinking in water, tripping over brush, I start thinking what if I stepped on an alligator or something??? But the adrenaline rushing through my body told me not to worry and I kept running lifting my feet up hoping I didn’t trip….again. We get to the dogs, and the pig, my husband ran up and grabs the pig by the leg, flipped it over and the rest of us had to grab the dogs off before they got mauled.   By this point I was out of breath.  They told me to hold the pig down so they could tie it. Once the hog is tied its pretty much a sitting duck, just don’t get near its head…
Next, was fishing. We headed on down to the Everglades and went to the Ten Thousand Islands. Don’t let the name fool you, only a couple islands are even islands at all with only a couple places to stand. They’re all mangroves. You can’t just get out of the boat.  It’s all huge groves of trees that look like they’re just floating in the water. Bizarre! Our fishing guide takes us all through the “islands”.   At one point I thought we were going straight into some trees only to have to duck down into the small fishing boat and within a minute we were slowly weaving through a tunnel of mangroves and swamp in the middle of nowhere. The tunnels were miles long! You leave  one and enter into a secluded open water resembling a lake to fish some more. The only way out is through the tunnel system. It was beautiful, peaceful, and left me speechless just soaking it in. The fishing was great and of course I caught the biggest fish. A 35″ Snook! Everything we caught was catch and release, we didn’t catch anything we could keep. I was in paradise and I have the sunburn to prove it.
Air boats….I need one. Seriously…..I do. Those things are awesome! If I could just bring home a swamp buggy and an airboat I would be set. We got to take one out in the swamp and drive around. I had a permanent grin of my face the whole time. They can spin around on a dime! If you ever want an adrenaline rush that might be the ticket.
We had so much fun the first time out hog hunting we had to go for round two. Only this time was a little different. We ran a hog within the first 30 minutes. He was big, I mean big. I knew this because the guys that took us didn’t let me off the buggy this time without telling me to stay back. Not only did they say this, they made eye contact with me and made sure I heard them. The strike dog did its job and before I knew it all the commotion had settled down and while some were hog tying the rest of us were wondering where the blood was coming from? One of the dogs were bleeding pretty badly. Those teeth are more treacherous than they look. One little swipe could kill a dog. Luckily it was only a flesh wound. Did I mention how big that hog was? I couldn’t hardly lift him up for a picture, not to mention I had to balance him between my legs and stop him from whipping his head around at me.   It started drizzling…..we kept at it.  Within an hour it was pouring. Every single person on that buggy was drenched. Except for me! HA! I was smart enough to bring my Prois jacket with me and I was dry as a whistle…except for my legs. They were drenched. But, at least I was warm. I even stayed on the buggy after everyone got dropped off at one car in hopes we would go faster on the way back. Oh and you can add, mosquito proof to any Prois shirt. I never got bit through any shirt!
The last hoorah. We decided to give her one last try and go for a real big gator. And as luck would have it we found a monster. He was 12 ft. long and weighed over 450lbs. This guy must have been 100 years old! As soon as they see you they go under and they’re gone. You have to fish fo them and snag em up. After wrestling them down you either have to bring them ashore and tape their mouth shut or in this case (he was too big for comfort to do that) you shoot him first.  He showed his age. I’ve never seen such a giant dinosaur up close. My husband shot him with one shot and it took a truck to get him out of the water. Now that was a gator!! What a great way to finish up our trip.
I saved the best for last. The people we met there. We had the royal treatment the whole time. I’ve never met more hardworking, honest, all around great people. I feel honored to even had met them. I will never forget my experience and im already planning a time to go back. We made some lifelong friends that’s for sure.  If anyone is looking for a great place to go gator hunting and a once in a lifetime experience. Please look up Townsend & Sons Everglades Outfitters. You will not be disappointed I promise you they are some of the nicest people I have ever met and I consider them a part of my family. www.thegatorman.com 863-673-3783

Words to Live By from Lanny Barnes

By Lanny Barnes, Prois Pro-Staffers and Twin Biathletes www.twinbiathletes.com

The path to becoming an Olympian has no map, or trail marker, or mile marker, or Olympian for dummies book. This path however sits at the corner of life, heartache, and dreams. Every step is carved out by a million missteps, stumbles, falls and leaps. When we set out, we discover how many of those around us are willing to lend us a hand to help us find the right path. Those are the people beside us and behind us lifting us up and helping us find the right road, the right path, and giving us the wings to soar. Every setback isn’t a step back, it’s a comeback and a chance to soar again. These are a few things I’ve learned along the road to becoming an Olympian and while the 2014 Olympic Winter Games have ended,  it is only the beginning of a new dream and new path. I didn’t bring home a medal in Sochi, but I brought home so much more in experiences, perspective and my gratitude towards those who have helped both of us in this incredible journey.

The life lessons and challenges we’ve faced in biathlon over the past 15 years have not only helped us to become a better competitor, but it’s allowed us to find out exactly who we are. Thanks to all of you we know now that we won’t give up no mater what life throws at us and that we are also willing to make sacrifices for the ones we love. The last race of my career and my last Olympic race I decided that I was either going out there to win it or die trying. The sacrifice all of you have made for me deserved nothing less than my full effort. I unfortunately didn’t win, but I did die trying and had nothing left at the finish. I have always set very high goals for myself but nothing that I didn’t think wasn’t possible. All of you have pushed and encourage me to try and follow my dreams no matter how hard and challenging they might be. One of my big goals besides bringing home a medal was to try and inspire those around me in some way. I hope that both Tracy and I have as all of you have inspired us to keep pushing no matter how hard things got. I know that when I die and it comes time for God to judge me, he will not ask “how many gold medals have you won?” rather he will ask “how many people did you inspire and how much love did you put into what you did and those around you.” This is not only what I hope to have achieved, but it is something you have achieved as well. Thank you for your inspiration and for allowing us become Olympians and represent not only our country, but you. Tracy and I will dedicate our lives to giving back to all of you who have selflessly given to us and our dreams. Thank you!
-Tracy & Lanny

Hunting with a Camera

 

By Gretchen Steele

 

Now that most hunting seasons have come to close, many of us want to stay in the woods and keep our scouting, tracking, patterning, and stalking skills intact. One of the best ways to do this is to hunt with a camera.

These days, my work as an outdoor communicator finds me hunting with a camera more days than I hunt with a gun or a bow. Rarely a day goes by that I am not in the field, with a pack full of cameras and lenses, my shooting sticks strapped on to use as camera rests. Thanks to the high quality and durability of the Próis line one worry I don’t have is that of durable, well fitting, technical outdoor clothing. Whether I am lying in a snow covered field photographing incoming geese or sweltering in the swamps photographing snakes, salamanders, and wading birds; Próis has me covered.  Literally.

Many hunters and outdoor enthusiasts ask me how to improve their wildlife photos. The short simple answer is treat it like hunting. Just like hunting with a firearm or bow, hunting with a camera requires many of the same skills. Whether I am putting a trophy on the wall or an image of that big buck, the process is the same.

Good wildlife photos don’t just happen – it takes time and effort.  Here are a few tips to help you improve your wildlife photos.

Scout – Scout, scout and scout some more. You can’t photograph the creatures if you can’t find them. The added advantage to hunting with a camera is that one can access areas that are closed to hunting. Burn the boot leather, and figure out where that flock of turkeys is roosting, when they come down, where they are strutting.

Pattern – Pattern the creatures that you wish to photograph. Learn their habits, watch them long enough to know when and where they usually feed, drink, and bed down.  Soon you will know that every evening just before sunset the elk come down out of the trees to a meadow pool to drink and eat sweet fresh grass.

Stalking – Yes, wildlife photographers routinely use long focal length lenses, but often the cost and sheer need for a pack mule to haul around those giant heavy weight lenses makes the need to get close and fill the frame an often utilized skill. Just as a bow hunter needs to close the distance, so does a wildlife photographer. The same methods that you employ as a spot and stalk hunter are exactly what you will use when it is a camera in your hands versus a bow.

Concealment – we all know that concealment is key when hunting. This is no different when hunting with a camera. Thanks to the camouflage patterns offered by Próis I can stay well concealed in a variety of settings.  Conceal that camera too. My cameras and lenses have camo covers that keep the glaring white of Canon L series lenses from blinding everything in the neighborhood. My black camera bodies and lenses will stick out like a sore thumb in a snowy cornfield, so again, don’t just camouflage yourself, camo up that camera as well.

Use a blind – Like it or not, just hunkering down in brush pile, the tall grass, or a clump of cedars won’t always work.  I’ve spent just as many hours in a blind with a camera (I’m inclined to think more actually) as I have with a bow or gun. Just like a day in the blind hunting, some days I leave with cards full of images, the photographers version of tagging out; sometimes I come home with odd shots of the mouse in the corner, a mockingbird in a nearby tree and way too many of my boots.

Learn to call – Just like calling in the geese, the ducks, the turkeys to get them within in shooting range – I need them to be in camera range.  Being able to use a range of different calls effectively will work well to bring the creatures in close.  Using calls can also be an aid for enticing the creature to “look at the camera”.

By the time the cute babies from spring have grown into gangly teenagers, and the rest of the hunting community is ramping up for the next season, I have often become part of the landscape to the animals around me. They are accustomed to my scent, they are accustomed to my presence, and in many cases they have come to trust me. One would think I would use this to my advantage as a hunter.

Tempting as it might be, I try to not hunt the areas where the animals trust me the most. That just seems patently unfair. Instead, since I have been out there every day of the off season watching, patterning, and clicking away I still have a pretty good idea of where the best hunting will be.

Do my skills as a hunter make me a better wildlife photographer? Or perhaps my skills as a wildlife photographer make me a better hunter?  I say neither – the skill set is essentially the same.
 

Tracy Barnes Receives the U.N. International Fair Play Award

By Twin Biathletes and Prois Pro=Staffers

Tracy and Lanny Barnes

 

Today Tracy was awarded the United Nations UNESCO Fair Play Award. Since its foundation by UNESCO and a number of international sports governing bodies in Paris in 1963, the goal of the International Committee for Fair Play is the worldwide defense and promotion of fair play. In order to honor and directly recognize the acts of fair play performed either within or outside the sports world, the International Committee for Fair Play annually awards Fair Play Prizes to personalities who have proved to be excellent ambassadors of fair play. Tracy was given the Pierre de Coubertin World Trophy – for an athlete or team for an act of fair play. Pierre de Coubertin was the founder of International Olympic Committee and is consider the father of the modern Olympic Games. This award has been instrumental in promoting sportsmanship both on and off the field. It is a huge honor in sports to receive this award. Very few are given out annually. Here is what Tracy had to say in accepting this award-

 

“I think sportsmanship, which this award embraces, is a way for people to go beyond the playing field, or the ski course and recognize that there is more to sport than just a win. Sportsmanship is about creating champions, both on and off the field. And while I am not a champion in my sport, I do strive to be a good person and do the right thing. In sport there is winning and there is losing and sometimes in order to win you must lose or at least sacrifice the win. I didn’t go to the Olympics to compete, but I feel I have won. I had the most incredible experience of cheering my twin sister and best friend in the greatest sporting event in the world. And I couldn’t be more proud of her effort. In biathlon Lanny was not only my best friend, but my greatest competitor. And I’ve come to realize over the years that without your competition there is no sport. You have to show the same kind of respect to your competitors that you do to your teammates. That’s what makes you a good competitor both in life and in sport. I hope that my story will help to inspire people to do something good for the people they care about. Their friends, their family, their teammates, their competitors and their neighbors.

I for one have been surrounded by incredibly inspiring people my entire life and I have to say that their selflessness has rubbed off on me. Both my grandparents were in the army and air force and served their country. Our men and women in uniform are the ones who make the ultimate sacrifice, sometimes with their life so that we can enjoy our freedoms. Both my parents were school teachers and their selfless dedication to their students and that of all teachers continues to inspire me. And my older sister is a doctor and surgeon. Her dedication to helping others is a model I will continue to strive for in my life. So, if I may, I’d like to dedicate this to my family who have supported me and given me a purpose to live by and also to our men & women in uniform, our teachers, and our doctors who work to selflessly help others on a daily basis. May we all strive to dedicate ourselves to others so that we may enrich each others lives in sport and otherwise.

 

Thanks for seeing something in me that I may never have had the opportunity to see myself. Thanks to the International Fair Play Committee for this incredible honor and thank you to the US Olympic Committee for being such wonderful hosts.”

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

 

 

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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.