Voices of Prois...The Day I Found Prois!

By:  Prois Staffer, Roanna Snebold

Today is the day.

The day I finally found my camo — pants, shirt, coat, the whole setup. And let me tell you, it feels like a victory I've been chasing for years.

For the first time ever, I can sit on a mountain floor without being pinched in half. My thick thighs fit without looking like barrel legs attached to a triangle butt. I found camo made for a girl — and I'm still in disbelief.

The horrible discomfort of hunting in men's clothing is officially over.

 Was it a little more expensive?

Yes.

Do I care?

Not even a little.

Because now I can breathe without being severed at the waist. I can keep blood flowing to my feet. I can eat a snack without my button threatening to launch into orbit. I can hunt with the silhouette of a woman — feeling feminine, feeling like me.

And that matters.

It matters what you wear.

It matters how you feel.

Confidence in the mountains is real, and comfort is part of that.

For years, I've battled the miserable, boxy, stiff, wrong‑everywhere camo options for women. Today, that battle ended. 

Today, I found PROIS.

And then — the late‑entry plot twist.

Zach sent PROIS an email.

They emailed back.

And they sent me a Pro Staff application.

The opportunity to stand behind a product I've searched for... for years.

A chance to represent gear that finally represents me.

I'm thrilled.

I'm grateful.

And this story is just getting started.

 

To be continued.

 

Well, here I am — knees deep, middle finger out, standing strong with a support system I haven't even met face‑to‑face yet. Funny how life works. You search for something for years, and when you finally find it, you realize it's bigger than gear. Bigger than camo. Bigger than clothing.

 

PROIS is more than camo.

It's a way of life.

 

It's a community of women who carry something special inside them — a spark for the mountains, a sense of true self, a fire that doesn't dim just because the world tells them to shrink. These women are REAL. They're raw, tough, soft, wild, grounded, all at once.

 

Respect isn't handed out here.

It's earned.

It's valued.

It's lived.

 

And somehow, without even meeting them yet, I feel that support. That connection. That unspoken understanding that comes from women who know what it means to push their bodies, trust their instincts, and love the land with everything they've got.

 

I've spent years searching for gear that fits my body, my lifestyle, my identity as a hunter and a woman. But what I didn't expect was finding a tribe that fits my soul.

 

I am PROIS.

 

And this is only the beginning.