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Armed and Responsible: Fear is a Gift
BY KAT STEVENS
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Armed and Responsible: Fear is a Gift
BY KAT STEVENS
We’re recognizing the power and strength of women in the outdoor world this month, and in this space we’re going to acknowledge that by talking about fear. Fear is a gift—not a curse, not a burden, and not something to be avoided. Stick with me, it’ll make sense soon.
THE BEAR AND THE MAN
If you’ve spent much time on social media lately, you’ve seen the memes and random arguments over the man vs. bear question. No, this isn’t about the TV show only some of us remember. This is about the question of whether a woman alone in the woods would prefer to run into a man or a bear. The rules are that we know nothing about the man (or the bear). It’s a stranger, and it’s safe to assume said man is randomly appearing in the middle of a mountain range or
a forest where you didn’t expect to run into another person. Women overwhelmingly stated they chose the bear, and this prompted a lot of angst and fighting on both sides.
This isn’t about the man or the bear, though. This is about fear.
RESISTANCE TO FEAR
Mark Twain wrote that “courage is resistance to fear… mastery of fear…not absence of fear.” I’d expand on that by reminding you that fear is healthy. We all have that primal hindbrain response to danger, and fear is the reaction that saves us, if only we acknowledge it. And when it comes to self-defense, we don’t walk around armed because we’re afraid. We do it because we have a healthy respect and understanding of the realities of life. We know danger and risk are real, and we’re prepared to face it—scared or not.
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Choosing the bear isn’t about fear, really—it’s about facing the predictably wild or the unpredictable, potential evil. Wild animals are pretty predictable, but humans are not. So, did this little social experiment mean women are living in fear? Of course not.
THE LITTLE WOMAN
There was a time when women were not only encouraged but expected to rely on the strength of a man for safety. I’m not saying there’s anything exactly wrong with feeling or being safe with a man—because there’s not—but only that women should be capable of protecting themselves. There’s no excuse for being helpless. We are not helpless, frail creatures whose very existence counts on the generosity of men. In fact, I’d take that even further by saying we make better partners when we’re strong.
Learning to correctly understand, channel, and utilize fear can be tough. Everyone is different, and all women have varying responses to fear—real or imagined. We must learn to properly recognize and analyze fear, handle an adrenaline dump, and take logical action despite whatever fear is rushing through our brains. There’s zero reason to walk around
in a constant state of fear and no reason whatsoever to react to every person you come across with fear, not when you’ve worked to hone the correct mindset.
BUT WAIT…BACK TO THE BEAR
Do you know why I’d rather run into a bear in the woods? Because the bear belongs there and isn’t likely to bother me. And if he does bother me, well, I’m armed.
READ THAT LAST SENTENCE AGAIN.
Now let’s say you’ve run into a strange, unpredictable man in the middle of the woods. Do you run in terror? Do you go on high alert, heart hammering, pulse pounding? Or do you simply acknowledge that there’s a person there and give their presence the importance it demands? Are you armed, or are you out there skipping through the fields of foxglove hoping for the best? Are you Maria spinning on a mountaintop, or Ripley on a spaceship?
You don’t avoid going hiking or camping out of fear you’ll run into a stranger (at least I hope you don’t). And you don’t avoid the outdoors for fear a bear might materialize. But when you’re camping, you take precautions to discourage
bears from invading your campsite, right? You’re not leaving food lying around or otherwise putting out the welcome mat for wild animals, are you? Then why would you leave the proverbial door open for strangers who might mean you harm?
MAN, BEAR, WHATEVER
Ladies, you are your own first responder. No one is coming to save you and there are no knights on white horses. It’s your job to rescue yourself. Being responsibly armed isn’t about fear, it’s about acknowledging that life is risk, and moving on. You’re armed, you’re prepared, you’re participating in training—you’re good to go.
Our lives are not and should not be about fear. Fear isn’t a curse and it also isn’t the exclusive property of women. Fear can be approached like a tool, an emotion that lets you know you should be paying attention and prepared to respond accordingly if the situation deems it necessary. Fear isn’t a terminal illness, fear is a gift.
Instead of worrying—or fighting—about whether to choose the man or the bear, why not just choose the woods? There’s nothing more peaceful or healing than time spent in the outdoors.
Don’t let fear dictate your life. That doesn’t mean I’m endorsing being stupid, only that letting fear over an imagined scenario stop you from living your life isn’t worth it. Don’t be a potential victim. Be a victor. You’ve got this, ladies.
Forget the man, bear, hyena, whatever—choose being responsibly armed, and choose time spent in the outdoors. You won’t regret it.
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A WINTER’S HUNT: A
Mother and Son’s
Seven-Day
Adventure
BY LISA ROPER
Taking my fifteen-year-old son, Tristan, on a seven-day wolf hunt southwest of Sundre, Alberta, was an adventure we would never forget. As I drove, my truck twisted and turned along the winding road, mirroring the curves of the river to our left. Ahead of us, the majestic Rocky Mountains rose proudly, each peak wrapped in a blanket of snow, glistening under the winter sun. The further we drove, the landscape became a stunning tapestry of rugged
beauty and untouched wilderness. Every mile brought us closer to our destination and the promise of a week filled with challenges, bonding, and the rawness of nature. It was January, and the brutal winter was in full swing, with temperatures plunging to minus 30 degrees Celsius. We arrived at our log cabin rental and unpacked the truck. We were excited for our first morning in the ground blind and knew we needed a good night's rest.
My good friend Andre had prepared three locations, each equipped with rustic, wood-constructed ground blinds and strategically placed protein baits set up at distances ranging from 200 to 250 yards. These blinds, equipped with small wood burning stoves to help with the harsh winter elements, provided us with a concealed vantage point to monitor the bait areas. Wolves had become a significant problem in the region, threatening local livestock and disrupting the balance of the ecosystem. Andre, well-versed in the area's terrain and wildlife, asked for our help with predator control to mitigate the rising wolf population.
For the first two days, we spent twelve hours each day at various ground blinds, braving the harsh elements. The icy wind coming off the mountains and Burnt Timber Creek only amplified the cold, making every moment outside a test of endurance and resilience.
Day three found us in a compact eight-foot by five-foot ground blind huddled against the bitter cold. The blind featured a six-foot by two-foot window opening, providing just
enough space to scan the surroundings. Within minutes, the freezing air stung my extremities, making me long for the sun's warmth. The anticipation of dawn became my focus, a glimmer of hope against the biting chill. After some effort, I finally managed to get a small fire going in the tiny wood stove. The moment I put my boots against the belly of the stove, I felt the warmth seep through, offering a brief respite from the relentless cold.
Tristan, the tough and determined young man he is, assured me he was warm enough. His determination amazed me, a testament to his growing strength and maturity. We spent our time in the blind observing the wildlife around us. The pecking order of ravens, crows, giant bald and golden eagles was a spectacle to behold. Watching and listening to these birds as they pushed each other off the bait so they could eat was a fascinating diversion, a reminder of nature's intricate hierarchy.
The following day, we were greeted by a breathtaking display of colours. The sky was a canvas of vibrant hues,
with streaks of pink, yellow, and blue blending seamlessly. As the sun rose, its golden rays peeked between the rugged mountains, casting a warm glow across the snow-covered landscape. The light danced on the frost, making it sparkle like a field of diamonds. We watched in awe from our ground blind, the serene beauty of the scene captivating us completely. Moments like these made the long days of not seeing a wolf worthwhile, a tender reminder of the beauty and wonder of the natural world. The harsh cold and endless waiting faded away, replaced by a deep appreciation for the majestic scenery that unfolded before our eyes.
As day five dawned, we hiked the 15 minutes to our ground blind, the cold air biting at our faces. Tristan, with a glimmer of excitement in his eyes, whispered, "I think today is the day, Mom." His optimism was contagious, and as we settled into our chairs in the blind, we quietly waited for the sun to begin its rise.
The anticipation was intense. Tristan leaned over and said, "Mom, if only one wolf comes into the bait, I will count
to three, and we will both squeeze our triggers." He was equipped with his 6.5 Creedmore, fitted with the Vortex Striker Eagle scope, while I had my Browning Hell's Canyon 308 with a Vortex Razor scope. We were ready, our hopes rising with the sun.
As the first rays of light peeked over Burnt Timber Creek, Tristan raised the window on the ground blind. There, standing in the soft morning light, were two wolves. Tristan whispered urgently, "Don't shoot." Instantly, the black-coloured wolf ran off the bait, leaving the other wolf behind. We quickly settled into our shooting positions, the excitement and adrenaline coursing through our veins. Tristan began to count, "One, two," and I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of pride. Sharing this moment with him was a culmination of our journey, a bonding experience like no other. "Three," he whispered, and we squeezed our triggers simultaneously.
The sound of our shots echoed through the crisp morning air, and the wolf went down. We hugged and high-fived,
exhilarated by our success. Our first wolf hunt together had ended in triumph. Crawling out of the small wood door of the ground blind, Tristan and I walked the 250 yards to where the wolf lay. It was a stunning multi-colored creature, with fur in shades of white, cream, caramel, and dark highlights. The beauty of this wolf was breathtaking, a stark contrast to the harsh environment we had endured.
As we took a knee beside our wolf, we offered our thanks to the fallen animal for this moment. Tristan leaned over and handed me my empty shell casing. He had thoughtfully picked it up before leaving the ground blind, a gesture that touched me deeply. We had set a goal to be successful and harvest a wolf, and we achieved it together on his count of three.
We spent time honoring this beautiful animal, capturing photos to commemorate our success. Our excitement and adrenaline were heightened as we laughed and recounted every moment of the hunt. But our work was not over; we still had to carry the wolf back to the truck. Tristan and I
decided to move the wolf to the edge of the riverbank so I could squat down and hoist it around my neck and over my shoulders. I sensed Tristan's pride in our accomplishment and his admiration and support gave me the strength to carry the wolf all the way back to the truck.
This wolf was not light, and I could feel every muscle in my body straining during the 20-minute hike back to the truck. When we finally arrived I collapsed, my legs and lower back numb from the exertion. The wolf had drained all my strength, yet I couldn't have been happier. We drove back to the cabin we were staying at and with Andre’s help we skinned out the wolf, preparing it for the taxidermist once we returned home.
The remaining two days of our hunt were filled with fun experiences. We continued to brave the cold, taking turns keeping the fire going in the wood stove and sharing stories to pass the time. Each day we hunted brought us closer together, creating new memories we would cherish for a lifetime.
On the final day of our hunt, as we packed up our gear and prepared to leave, I looked at Tristan and felt a deep sense of pride. He had shown remarkable strength and determination throughout the week, qualities that I knew would serve him well in the future. This experience had not only brought us closer together but had also taught us valuable lessons about perseverance and resilience.
As we drove back home, we recounted the moments of our adventure. The long cold days, the anticipation, the thrill of the hunt, and the shared moments of triumph. It was a week that had tested us both, but also one that had strengthened our bond in ways I hadn't imagined.
In the years to come, when Tristan looks back on this hunt, I hope he remembers not just the long cold days or the excitement of the wolves but also the moments we shared,
the lessons we learned, and the bond we strengthened. For me, this hunt was about more than just the pursuit of a wolf; it was about sharing an adventure with my son, creating memories that would last a lifetime, and experiencing the beauty and challenge of the great outdoors together.
As we neared home, the sun setting behind us, casting a golden hue over the landscape, I glanced at Tristan. His eyes were bright with the satisfaction of accomplishment, his face etched with the determination of someone who had faced the elements and emerged victorious. And as we pulled into our driveway, I knew we would continue building our hunting legacy together.
Iskwatikan Lake Lodge Family Adventure
BY BRAD FENSON
Including your kids on a fly-in fishing adventure is an investment in the future of angling. Exposing them to strong, confident women and mentors will create a passion for the outdoors.
Tension tightened my fishing line and put a slow and steady bend into my rod. I carefully lifted the tip and set the hook, and the weight of a huge fish tested the drag in the reel. The rod was held steady as it bent into the water with the powerful surges from the fish below. There was no sense in grabbing the reel handle, as the fish refused to give up any ground. The reel started to sing as the line slowly pulled through the eyelets. I could feel my heart rate increase as the fish refused to come up through the water column. The boat motor was put into reverse to back over the fish and keep the current from pulling us towards shore.
Walleye fishing is always fun, but hooking up with a big one can challenge an angler's patience. Slow and steady pressure brought the fish up inches at a time until the golden glare emerged below the boat. The fish looked huge as it twisted and turned while trying to break free. A careful raise of the rod tip brought the old hen to the surface, where my wife Stef scooped it into the net.
We roared with excitement as we tried to guess the length of the massive walleye. We had boated dozens of fish over 26 inches, and several that pushed beyond 29, but this one was special. The barbless hook was removed, and the fish was held to a measuring tape that stretched close to 31 inches. We did not have a scale and wasted no time getting the trophy ‘eye back into the water, where it swam away with vigor. It was the last afternoon of fishing, and we reminisced about the incredible walleye fishing we had enjoyed for the better part of a week. Everyone had caught their personal best walleye, and the last fish would tip the Toledo beyond 10 pounds.
TAKE OFF
Our excursion had started four days earlier, and we still had an evening to enjoy at camp. Everything was exciting, from the first morning and flying into camp in a floatplane. The adventuresome nature of our twin girls showed through their smiles as the engine on the Otter roared in the background. We taxied onto the main lake before the pilot pushed the throttle down to create a high-pitched screaming engine. A smooth lift off the lake's surface, and we were headed off through the wild blue yonder to Iskwatikan Lake.
Terry and Janet Becker prepare for takeoff, and Addy is eager to get going.
Our daughter Addy grinned from ear to ear and stared out the window at the Canadian Shield and the numerous lakes and rivers below. It was an angler's paradise. The second of our six-year-old twins, Maya got to sit up front with her mom and have a cockpit view of the surroundings. The sun was shining, and a smooth ride soon had us landing and taxiing to the dock at Iskwatikan Lake Lodge, where owner Bryce Liddell and camp guide and assistant Michelle Wohlberg met us.
Turnaround was quick, with gear unloaded and replaced with that of the previous week's guests. My cousin Janet Becker and her husband Terry, Scott and LaCaylla Fink, and their two oldest kids, Bristol and Brayden, joined us. The Fink clan had ventured up from Nebraska for their first international travel and tried to soak in the beauty and vastness of the boreal forest. We settled into our cabins, made a quick lunch, organized fishing gear, and hit the water in the boats waiting for us at the docks. Family adventures are always exciting; sharing the wilderness setting with our girls was priceless.
FIGURE IT OUT
We fished different lake sections and enjoyed success wherever we wet a hook. The walleye were in specific areas, and fishing a shallow bay proved successful, providing some fresh walleye for dinner. The bay across from camp was productive, and a trip up to the rapids and the lake's inlet was an afternoon thrill ride.
Janet and Terry hit a shallow bay and fished for pike. Janet managed to land a 14-pounder with a swayed belly and a whitefish. The Fink clan hit an adjacent bay and were entertained with dozens of pike chasing lures and powering up rods. The Fenson clan headed for flowing water to try and figure out where the fish were hiding, and it didn't take long.
White water tumbled over large rocks as it funneled into the lake. The flowing water was deceiving, and according to the water experts, approximately 1 million gallons flow into Iskwatikan every minute. A deep 32-foot hole was what we called the "hog trough," and where the bottom slowly rose to 22 feet, we found a few smaller ones. The trough
Iskwatikan Lake Lodge has modern cabins with all of the comforts of home.
was insane, producing a couple of big girls every time we bottom-bounced through it. Staying in contact with the bottom with changing depths and current was challenging. When the wind blew, it added another element of surprise.
The Becker and Fink boats joined us, and it only took minutes before everyone was catching fish. We had fished for several hours and were ready to return to camp and prepare our dinner, including fresh fish.
Michelle and Bryce met us at the dock, and they teamed up to fillet the fish and ensure all bones were removed. It is a nice bonus when visiting.
MAY THE FEAST CONTINUE
The next morning, we wasted no time returning to the honey hole we had discovered the day before. The girls were keen to fish, and Maya had the dew worms out and pinched one in half to get started. We ran a bouncer and blades off each side of the boat and hadn't gone 20 yards when we had the first walleye of the day. Violent head shakes and a singing reel did not faze Maya, and with her determination,
she fought a 27-inch walleye to the net. Our young angler beamed with pride at the thrill of the experience.
Stef was next and landed another whopper before we cleared the hog trough. She looked at the length and girth of the fish and declared it as her personal best walleye. We took a quick measurement of 29 inches before releasing the big girl back to the depths.
As we trolled up the bank, Addy caught what we called a keeper. It was the perfect size for the bacon-wrapped hors d'oeuvres we had planned for that evening. Maya wiggled back into the seat with the rod, and as we trolled back to the corner, she hooked up with another dandy. This one was bigger than her first, and she handled the rod and reel like a champ as the big hen surged the rod up and down and pulled line from the reel. We heard some excited voices and looked up to see the Fink crew landing another big one a short distance away. The Beckers were trolling, and our girls asked what they had caught, which drew a stringer of nice walleye and pike from the water.
Maya asked for help getting a picture of the big walleye she landed.
When I thought things could not get any better, a subtle bite turned into a heavy weight in the line that refused to budge off the bottom. The fish felt different than the others, and I put the motor in reverse to stay over the big fish that held its ground in the flowing water. A steady bend in the rod kept pressure on the hook and the fish, and after a couple of minutes, the fish started to move. At first, it came up several feet in the water column only to force its way back to the bottom. The girls hung on the boat's edge, looking into the clear water. Maya had the net ready, as she had been doing a stellar job of landing any fish. Mom stepped in to help, and after a lengthy battle, the gigantic fish appeared with a golden reflection from the sun. It slid into the net and was quickly brought aboard. Like Stef, I knew this was my personal best walleye, and when it measured almost 31 inches, I wished I had brought a scale. The weight didn't matter, as I enjoyed every second of the experience before returning the old girl to her watery home.
We ended the adventure on a high note and headed back towards camp so the girls could swim and catch perch off the dock. The weather was outstanding, and a little time out of the sun would be welcome.
FISH EVERY DAY FOR LUNCH OR DINNER
We would feast on elk steaks that night, but the starter would be walleye pieces marinaded for an hour before being wrapped in bacon and grilled to perfection. Although Bryce eats many fish in a season, I am convinced it is his new favorite. The breaded and fried walleye we had the night before were prepared with leftovers, broken up with a small quantity of mayo, onion, and Becker’s homemade relish for special sandwiches in the boat. Our last night would be a feast of fish and chips made in hot oil. The diversity shows the quality of the fish, and everyone eats until they hurt.
LAKER MADNESS
The next morning, my crew moved slowly, and the girls
Walleye hors d‘oeuvres ready for the grill.
were more interested in some playtime. Janet and I headed for a lake trout hole, and with calm waters, it didn't take long to find the perfect structure. I had brought some stout rods with heavy lines and an assortment of 7-ounce Bondy Baits. It is a workout jigging them off the bottom, but we hadn't fished five minutes before hooking up the first trout.
The deep-forked tail of a big trout provides incredible power, and my rod was bent so deeply that the tip was underwater. After a five-minute tussle, the 12-pound trout slid into the net. What a great start to the morning. What we didn't know was that the trout bite was on fire, and we didn't bounce the Bondys for five minutes before hooking another dandy laker.
Janet fought the next fish, and her eyes were as big as saucers when the fish pulled out the line, showing the tenacity of a pit bull. The rod surged up and down, creating a standoff between the fish and the angler. There was no sense trying to reel, as the fish refused to give up any of
its territory. When there were gains, they were small but eventually added up to victory with a deep-girthed fish in the net. The trout would easily weigh over 20 pounds and was held for a quick picture before returning it to the depths.
We were still discussing the incredible action and arm-numbing fights when we hooked another whopper. It was like déjà vu, and another big fish scooped into the net. We fished for over an hour and landed eight trout that weighed about 130 pounds. It was hard to leave, but we had told the crew we would return to get them out fishing. We kept the two smallest trout, and everyone marveled at them and started to dream about hunting lakers.
CHANGE THINGS UP
Everyone in the camp made a special trip to see Nistowiak Falls, one of the seven wonders of Saskatchewan. The falls exit Iskwatikan Lake and flow down to the Churchill River. The falls are impressive and steep, and the sheer power can be heard from across the lake. We hiked the trail down past
Janet Becker is trying to tire out a big old lake trout.
Stef Fenson and her twin girls, Addy and Maya, hold up the afternoon catch.
rapids to get below the fall and felt the mist from exploding water drift onto our faces.
The girls were excited to return to the boat and head across the lake. We explored some shallow bays and cast spoons for pike. Addy practiced using a spinning rod and reel and was soon zinging hooks across the bay. We trolled out and hooked up with a nice pike, which Addy wanted to reel in. It was a good tussle, and the sure-to-be outdoors women brought the northern to the net like a pro. Maya let everyone know she was next up and ready to become the competition.
The pike was a nice change of pace. However, ignoring the walleye and what we had figured out with the bottom structure and flowing water was hard. We explored a few more pike holes before heading back for more walleye.
KIDS AND ROLE MODELS
Our twin girls did an amazing job fishing, helping prepare meals, fishing from the dock, and socializing with everyone
in camp. The Fink kids were just as polished and reflect good parents willing to share big adventures. Stef, Janet, and LaCaylla caught some incredible fish and never slowed their pace. LaCaylla caught a dandy laker and Scott a burbot on the last night to add a new species to their list.
The strong women in camp are an excellent indicator of what our families hold for the future. The kids were impressive, and strong role models ensured a bright future for the young anglers.
Bryce and Michelle encouraged everyone to make the most of the experience and to make the trip uniquely rewarding. Michelle's son Lars helped lead the next generation of explorers on a pedal boat adventure that saw the kids doing laps around the small islands in front of camp.
The sound of the plane returning to pick us up was long before most of us wanted to leave. Everyone is planning a return visit for next year and agreed that life is too short not to plan more rewarding adventures with friends and family.
Bryce Liddell and the Fenson twins are enjoying time in camp.
TOURISM SASKATCHEWAN
Tourism Saskatchewan has done an outstanding job of managing a website with resources to plan a hunting or fishing adventure in that province. Maps, guides, and a listing of lodges and outfitters make it easy to plan the perfect escape. The regulations are a good reference for knowing what to expect and how to purchase any required licenses online. For more information, go to huntfishsask. com to get started.
THOMPSON'S RESORT – ADVENTURE DESTINATION
We flew to camp with Osprey Wings, situated in Missinipe, Saskatchewan. We started our adventure in the community and rented a cabin the night before our flight to Iskwatikan. It was the perfect place to meet the rest of our party, enjoy a nice meal, and sleep well before the real adventure began. For more information visit, www.adventuredestinations. ca/thompsons-resort
ISKWATIKAN LAKE LODGE
Bryce Liddell has owned Iskwatikan Lake Lodge for sev-
eral decades, and it has a beautiful setting on a large island. Modern cabins with all home amenities ensure comfort, including self-contained kitchens, bathrooms, and 24-hour electricity. The boats are comfortable and have 20 h.p. engines to explore the islands, inlets, and back bays. A floatplane accesses the lodge, and guests bring food, fishing gear, and a sleeping bag. Fishing starts in late May and runs through July. There are opportunities to fish in the fall when the lake trout target shallow, rocky areas to spawn. There are walleye, northern pike, lake trout, yellow perch, whitefish, and burbot. Iskwatikan is a wonderful camp to share with family or friends, and there is something for every degree of angler. For more information and to find available dates, visit iskwatikanlake.com
SCENT KILLER GOLD FIELD WIPES
Many outdoor enthusiasts believe Scent Killer Gold Field Wipes are used when hunting. However, field wipes are essential to our fishing gear to remove fishy odors, clean our hands before eating, and wipe sunscreen from around our eyes. Scented wipes affect fishing success, so the scent-killer formula is important. There are 101 uses for the wipes, and we never leave home without them. For more information visit, www.wildlife.com.
Everyone traveled on the pontoon boat to see Nistowiak Falls, one of the seven wonders of Saskatchewan.
Pro Shooter
JULIE GOLOB Lives Her Life Fully Loaded
BY VIRGINIA RASCH
Knowing how to handle and use a gun safely is a fundamental life skill that should be widely taught.
That might be a view not commonly heard, but after talking to a professional shooter like Julie Golob, it makes perfect sense. She adamantly believes that anyone should be able to pick up a gun, check to see if it is loaded, and unload it. People should not be afraid of guns but have the skills to know how to use them safely.
Julie Golob is an expert on shooting—she has so many championship shooting titles that she’d almost need a separate room for all her awards and trophies. What started as fun time in the field and at the shooting range with her father has turned into a career as a brand ambassador, teacher, writer, and advocate in the arena of shooting sports and gun ownership.
“Influencer is a good catch-all to explain the many hats I wear sharing safe, responsible gun ownership and a passion for hunting, shooting sports and the outdoors,” Golob said.
As a wife, mother, competitor and communicator, Golob lives her life at full blast, and her energy and enthusiasm are infectious. One of her main messages is that the shooting sports are a great hobby or passion unto itself.
“There are so many benefits to participating in a shooting sport,” she said. “There’s such a huge amount of confidence that you end up building as you progress as a shooter, whether it’s as a competitor or as a hunter.”
Hence, the sport is not just for hunters wanting to improve their success rates. It’s a popular and growing hobby, says Golob, and that’s backed up by the numbers (see sidebar).
Golob has a lot to teach us about the shooting sports as well as how to live a good life. Here’s her story.
The goal of perfection from a young age
“I started shooting with my dad when I was 14,” said Golob. “When I started, I had this dream of being the best.”
Her goal was to win a women’s national title with the U.S. Practical Shooting Association.
“Every weekend we could, my father and I practiced and competed in local matches,” Golob said. “By the time I was a junior in high school, I earned a slot to compete at the nationals. I attended and it was there I caught the attention of one of the Army Marksmanship Unit’s (AMU) coaches. They gave me a letter of acceptance to the AMU and I joined right after I graduated.”
Golob served in the U.S. Army for nearly eight years at Fort Benning, Georgia. Thanks to the Army, she traveled throughout the U.S. and abroad, won her first nationals and was named U.S. Army Athlete of the Year in 1999.
A young Julie Golob was such a talented shooter that she was recruited into the U.S. Army Marksmanship Unit.
THE VALUE OF COMPETITIONS
Golob admits that she’s a bit of an overachiever, but that certainly gives her a competitive edge in tournaments. She has won over 50 world and national titles in seven different shooting disciplines. Why does she love competitions?
“Once we get out of school, whether high school or college, so many of us stop challenging or testing ourselves,” she said. “Competing offers that opportunity with a tool that could save your life, or in the case of hunting, provide for you and your family.
“I love the challenge of performing when it counts. Setting a goal on the range in practice is one thing, but putting yourself out there and showcasing your skills on demand, it takes shooting to the next level. It’s huge for building
confidence in your gear and most of all in yourself.”
Golob is most proud of winning Gold at the International Practical Shooting Confederation (IPSC) World Shoot in France.
“It’s like our Olympics in that it only happens once every three years,” she said. “I’ve been competing at world shoot events since 1999 and was a bridesmaid many times. In 2017 I shot in the Ladies Classic Division at the IPSC with a single stack 9mm 1911, a gun that suits my hand size and is customized for me. The combination of a lot of hard work and an ideal firearm made it possible to finally achieve a goal I set for myself many years ago.”
LIFE AT HOME AND AT WORK
Golob lives in Kansas City, Missouri. Her husband is in
Julie Golob participated as a special guest in the inaugural Wyoming Women’s Antelope Hunt in 2013.
law enforcement and is an accomplished shooter, and her daughters enjoy going to shooting events and hunting.
“My oldest (16 years old) loves to hunt, and aside from whitetail has also been successful on elk and pronghorn. I’m a proud mama,” she said.
Golob is a brand ambassador for Smith & Wesson. Next year will be a big anniversary as she will have been with Smith since 2005.
“They were also my first firearm sponsor when I was a junior competitor so many years ago,” she said. “I also proudly shoot for Federal Premium, Trijicon, PHLster, CCW Safe, Caldwell and Tipton.”
Golob’s passion for her sport led her to accomplish her dream of being an author. She’s rightfully proud of her books, starting with SHOOT: Your Guide to Shooting and Competition.
“Toys, Tools, Guns & Rules: A Children’s Book About Gun Safety is near and dear to me,” she said. “When potential partners and publishers weren’t interested in the project, I decided to go ahead and self-publish.”
The book’s success meant a lot to her because it can help save children’s lives.
GUNS, MORE GUNS AND WOMEN’S BODIES
Golob owns many guns, but she does not have a favorite firearm.
“It’s like asking a girl what her favorite pair of shoes is,” laughed Golob. “Whatever I’m shooting at the moment is my favorite.
“Some guns are near and dear because they were my dad’s. Others are simply work tools. Some are beautiful and I appreciate the craftsmanship. My most used and handled firearms are my workhorses, my carry guns, competition firearms, and hunting guns.”
Golob explains that women are being more successful at shooting sports because the industry is changing to recognize their differences.
“I just came back from TacCon, a tactical conference in Texas, where I spoke about the differences between men
More women are taking up shooting sports.
third of sport shooters were female.
and women in shooting and why it’s important to personalize guns and gear,” Golob said.
As she explained, in sports such as golf, tennis and basketball, the gear is specifically designed for women. Now that personalization is happening in the shooting sports. For example, on average women’s hand and wrist sizes are smaller than men’s. Hence, gun grips are often too big for women’s hands.
“There’s good data that grip strength and upper body strength make a big difference [in shooting sports],” Golob said. “Women excel and shoot better when the gear fits them.”
Golob advises shooters to try a variety of firearms on the shooting range. Then shooting in competitions teaches shooters even more about those firearms. She personally took the time to learn how firearms work and watched gunsmiths customize them. All that close attention helped her gain an understanding of firearms as tools and what they are capable of in speed, power and accuracy.
“That knowledge is extremely difficult to glean from reading a couple of books or watching a YouTube playlist,” she said.
As for purchasing your first gun, Golob has a few suggestions on that too:
“I’m always a fan of trying a gun before you buy it. If you have access to a range that offers rentals, that’s a great way to narrow down your choices. Some people are content with choosing one firearm for their main purpose. I find that the more you shoot, the more you learn what features matter to you. The first gun you buy may not be the one you stick with over time. It’s very personal.”
THE BENEFITS OF PARTICIPATING IN SHOOTING SPORTS
The benefits of shooting skills are wide-ranging, from increased confidence to increased longevity. Golob said that many skills come together during shooting, including balance, eye coordination and body awareness. Then there are the benefits of fresh air and sunshine.
If the sport of shooting needs a standard bearer, Julie Golob supremely fits .
Golob also cites the camaraderie and the ability to set goals as other pluses of the sport.
Moreover, medical studies show that the stronger your grip strength, the more likely you are to live longer. (Golob recommended the book Outlive: The Science and Art of Longevity by Peter Attia for information on this topic.)
Golob dislikes some of what she sees on social media concerning the constant state of comparisons or the pressure to get sponsored in the shooting sports.
“Not every youth shooter can be a champion,” she said, “but every single one of them can feel valued and have fun.”
WHERE TO START IN SPORT SHOOTING
Golob has excellent advice for those folks wanting to take up sport shooting, starting with the equipment.
“I am a huge fan of starting new shooters with airsoft and rimfire,” she said. “It’s an excellent way to learn the fundamentals of shooting without the distractions of noise and heavy recoil. It allows a new shooter to build a foundation of what they need to see and feel to make a good shot that they can apply later to firearms of any size and caliber.”
She also stresses the benefits of attending events or finding a local range with a women’s league or ladies nights. Or participate in one of the many programs for beginning shooters, from 4H or Scholastic Shooting Programs to state agency programs for hunting.
Julie Golob offers shooting tips in videos on her website julieg.tv.
To get your kids involved, Golob admits “it can be tough to get kids involved and maintain their interest with all the other things going on in their lives. Make the time. Be encouraging. Keep it fun. Make shooting and hunting things you share as a family.”
A STEADY HAND ON THE THROTTLE OF HER LIFE
Golob is a hard-working and hard-playing inspiration. How does she keep up her energy? She has a personal motto, which serves as a motivational tool. Her motto is “work hard, share knowledge and showcase a winning spirit through a blend of kindness, ferocity and humility.”
“I’ve always liked the idea of living your life fully loaded,” she said. “I think it’s too easy to sit back and watch people hunt, shoot or do things via the Internet and not try them. When you live fully loaded you take the steps to be ready for the moment, whatever that is.
“I’ve taken some big leaps in my life and they’ve paid off well, like joining the Army to shoot for the Army Action Shooting Team. Hard work truly pays off, and when you give your best effort with a humble and grateful heart, it allows you to set goals, achieve them and most of all appreciate the things you’ve learned along the way.”
GROWING NUMBERS OF SPORT SHOOTERS
Participation in sport shooting continues to increase in the U.S., according to Bill Brassard, Senior Director of Communications with the National Shooting Sports Foundation. He provides the following information from NSSF’s 2022 report called Firearm Ownership and Shooting Sports Participation in the U.S.
• The number of shooters grew from 34 million in 2009 to 63.5 million in 2022.
• Non-hunting target shooters continue to make up the largest segment of the overall population of hunters and shooters.
• The study noted large increases in the percentages of new shooters who are younger and female and from a large city or suburban area.
• About a third of sport shooters in 2022 were female, the highest portion yet. This is up from 2009, when females made up just 25.8% of all sport shooters.
• Among new target shooters, 20% did not hunt in 2022 while 14% stated they did hunt in 2022.
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Anyone who has hunted behind a well-trained bird dog knows that the experience can feel like walking within a midcentury painting. There is a timelessness to it. The frosty breeze winds through the crunchy wisps of dried grasses leftover from the summer lush. Hunters walk carefully behind the dog and wait for cues. The canine is well-attuned to its surroundings and telepathically connected to its handler as they work the landscape,
on a mission to drum up a flurry of feathers, which will be met with the cadence of shotgun blasts.
Bird dogs, often referred to interchangeably as gun dogs, assist hunters during bird-hunting expeditions, by using their sense of smell, sight, and instinct to locate birds and push them out into the open. They require a specific set of skills to accomplish this task. It is more than simple obedience. The best gun dogs have a blend of specialized, hard-earned
technical skills and softer skills that can only be inherited and nurtured, including an inborn desire to please and a friendly personality. Good bird dogs are partly bred and partly built by the consistent attention of a good dog trainer.
Often, bird dog trainers also work as upland hunting guides. Hunters who have traversed the hills in search of pheasants at Vernon National Shooting Preserve in upstate New York have probably encountered such hunting guides. One of these hunting guides is blonde-haired, blue-eyed 24-year-old Kyerra Walker. For her, the passion for the sport centers around the dogs.
Walker has been around upland dogs her entire life, specifically German Shorthair Pointers (GSP). As a toddler, she snuggled with puppies in her pack-and-play. As a kid, she locked herself in the dog kennel to hang out with the dogs. All throughout her childhood she was surrounded by, and took delight in, GSPs.
“I remember there never being a moment without a GSP right by my side,” she said.
As a teenager, after school, it was her responsibility to run the dogs in the fields. Her grandfather would join often her later in the day after he came home. Her grandfather was
a dog trainer and as soon as she had a choice in the matter, she knew she wanted to follow in his footsteps.
“I remember watching my grandfather in the field and following along,” Walker said. “I learned a lot from him and that gave me a great introduction.”
The typically had at least one litter every summer, so come autumn hunting season, there were usually puppies ready to be trained.
“I’ll never forget that every year it felt more riveting and more exciting,” Walker said. “Once I was able to do it with my own puppies, it really hit home that this was what I wanted to do for the rest of my life.”
When she decided to devote her time to breeding and raising GSP’s she soaked up as much information as she could by reading articles, watching tutorials, and connecting with a community of other dog people, but Walker said her best education has come from doing the actual work of raising puppies.
“I have trained many, many dogs now, and I’m fortunate to have trained as many as I have by this time,” Walker said. “You learn so much about a dog’s body language when you are out in the field. Some of these social clues you can only
Walker’s son is being raised just like she was, with a GSP always by his side
pick up on when you have seen it over and over again. It gives me a type of excitement when I see it click for a dog. The moment I see a dog understand what we are doing and it all clicks, I know I’m doing my job properly.”
Walker currently maintains her own kennel and training operation, which is lovingly named T & Boo’s Kennel Walker’s GSPs. When Walker was growing up, her grandparents, who go by the nicknames T and Boo, raised German Shorthair Pointers. When she took over the operation, she wanted to honor them by maintaining that reference to their names and carrying it into the next generation.
“The name may be a mouthful, but it has a lot of meaning and it comes from the heart,” Walker said.
She currently has eight dogs in her breeding program, which has been growing over the last few years. The focus of her kennel is first and foremost to breed healthy dogs with great temperaments. She has carefully selected dogs to join her pack to ensure that she is breeding dogs with the best traits and that her lines are clean and fresh.
“The goal is to always be bettering an already amazing breed,” Walker said. “You’re always building to make the breed better. You’re not breeding just to breed dogs and sell
puppies. So finding other amazing dogs to bring in good temperament and other traits keeps the lines very strong.”
In addition, she also runs an extensive training program for the GSPs that will grow to become upland hunting dogs and waterfowl hunting dogs.
Some puppies do go on to live in non-hunting homes as pets at eight weeks but those selected for training stay behind a bit longer. The dogs selected for the training program must have demonstrated a high potential to learn. Walker puts her puppies through a temperament test around the six/seven-week mark that includes indoor and outdoor obstacles. In these tests, she is assessing the puppies' temperament and behaviors.
“What I’m looking for is a puppy that is eager to learn, really confident, and shows me that there is a great base to continue learning and become an awesome dog,” Walker said. “Not that the others aren’t, but in these temperament tests I’m looking for that shining student.”
Another thing that Walker is looking for in these tests is to see if the puppy demonstrates the natural sight point, which is instinctual and not taught. So much of the work that Walker does centers around identifying a dog’s natural
Kyerra (center) with her dog Bleu, her Uncle Terry Walker II with his dog Cabela on the left, and her grandfather T.
inclinations and guiding them to make the most of it.
The GSPs in Walker’s training program have two main trajectories, which are upland hunting or waterfowl hunting, but many of her dogs cross-train for both activities.
Certain traits become obvious as Walker tests her puppies, which usually sets them on either path. Dogs that have the potential to become great upland hunting dogs will demonstrate hardiness and durability for getting down low and dipping through brush and briars. Another key factor for a potential upland hunting dog is a strong instinct to sight point and to hold that sight point for a while. This takes determination and patience within the dog, which are traits that cannot be taught, only nurtured.
Dogs that show potential to become waterfowl hunting dogs love to jump into water and have a strong desire to retrieve.
One of the core dogs in Walker’s crew is her prized boy Bleu, who is a fully trained upland hunting dog and one of her top studs.
“Bleu is very special to me because he was my first pointer as an adult,” Walker said. “I did everything for him. I was going through college when I got him, so I was able to put
so much of myself into him, and he has basically become my soul dog. We read the room perfectly, he reads my body language and I read his. He has always got my back. He is the most loyal and affectionate boy. I think he knew I was pregnant before I knew. He is a remarkable dog. Not that my others aren’t amazing in their own ways, but he has got a part of my heart and always will.”
The Pulaski, New York, native’s outdoor activities aren’t restricted to training and hunting with dogs. She also loves to participate in whitetail hunting with her family and especially loves turkey hunting.
“Spring is one of my favorite times of the year,” Walker said. “My grandfather and I used to go turkey hunting every weekend. I’m big into that.”
She also shoots her bow, mostly for fun. Beyond flinging arrows and hunting, Walker maintains a simple, full, and satisfying life.
“First and foremost, I’m a mom,” Walker said. “I met my significant other while I was in high school, he’s my heart school sweetheart, both of our families live close by, family is very important, and we just live this small-town life and enjoy every second of it.”
Going Hog Wild in Florida
BY ABIGAIL HELSDON
Arecent father-daughter trip to Florida taught me the Sunshine State has more to offer than beaches, theme parks and the NASA Space Center. Hunting opportunities abound, and chasing wild boars with my dad proved to be one of the most exciting outdoor adventures we’ve experienced together.
Wild hogs are a wildlife species that Florida has an overabundance of. These are massive wild pigs that live in swampy, agricultural or wooded areas. They cause millions of dollars of damage to crops in the United States, and their rooting causes damage in woodlands and natural habitats across their range.
Hunting is a great way to see these animals in their natural habitat. It’s an experience that’s unique, and exciting and gives you an exceptional story to tell. And if you like pork, it's
a wonderful way to sample wild hog while knowing exactly where it came from and how it was processed.
My hog hunting experience was nothing short of eccentric. It started early—so early I could barely get out of bed until I remembered why I was getting up at 4 a.m. on vacation. After driving through an agricultural area outside of Titusville, we drove down the driveway surrounded by forest to Hunter’s Envy, who would be our hosts and guides.
Upon arrival we were greeted by two younger-aged men, Jonah Baker and Riley Ferguson, both dressed in their Florida camo. Jonah and Riley hunt and fish full time and are two of the owners of the company—talk about dream jobs! The first thing I noticed when we walked into their lodge was a giant alligator skull on the centre island of the house and, nearby, a massive hog skull. I knew instantly we were in the
right place with people that knew what they were doing; we wouldn’t be leaving empty-handed.
We took a side by side to the first spot, arriving just before sunrise. I was given my position and told where the feeder was. The guides whispered that there were hogs on the feeder. Of course, because it was still dark out I couldn’t see the feeder, so I judged all the lighter spots against the dark background of the woods, trying to guess where it was. Simultaneously I listened for hogs while the guides whispered about where the grunting we could hear was coming from. Eventually the sun rose over the horizon, allowing us to see that there were no pigs on this particular bait. While disappointed at the time, little did I know that the biggest hunting thrill of my life was less than an hour away.
Jonah looked at cellular trail cameras on his phone and found another feeder with hogs on it. Hogs don’t have great vision but they do have an incredible sense of smell, so he explained the importance of approaching without letting the wind give us away. Fortunately, there was very little wind that morning.
We got back into the side by side and motored our way through the forest on a trail of mud and puddles. When we stopped and got out, I could immediately hear the squealing and grunting of pigs. The noise wasn’t like anything I’d ever heard in Canada, and if I hadn’t been hunting with guides, I’d have turned around and left, fearful of what I was hearing. As we got closer, I could see the feeder and got a glimpse of a light-coloured spotted hog running down the trail, away from the feeder and directly towards us. As we stopped, it turned and ran into the bush.
We slowly moved closer to the feeder, stopping when Jonah set up the shooting sticks for me while I tried to calm myself and get a good look at these animals I hadn’t seen before. Once the sticks were at the proper height, I propped my gun up while remaining standing, then peered through my scope, waiting for the perfect shot. There was a group of nearly 10 wild pigs milling around eating as I watched through the brush, waiting for my opportunity on one of the larger hogs.
Jonah coached me through the whole experience. He told me which one I should target and tried to tell me when to shoot. But every time he would say, “Shoot,” a smaller hog would walk in front of the one we wanted.
Finally, everything lined up perfectly. Jonah told me to shoot, there were no other pigs in the way, and I gently squeezed the trigger on the 6.5 Creedmoor. The other hogs scattered, and I heard a loud screech. The one I hit ran into the thick Florida palmetto to the left of the feeder and as we approached, we could see something rolling and grunting in the mud. I had taken two hogs in one shot! I handed the gun to my dad, and he finished off the smaller of the two hogs.
We walked closer to the feeder, looking for the larger one, and could hear it in the shoulder-high palmettos. Jonah went in looking for it while Riley, my dad and I waited,
talking excitedly about how cool this all was. We were still standing together when we heard a loud grunt and a highpitched squeal.
I asked Jonah if he wanted the gun and handed it to him when he nodded a resounding yes.
Riley added to the excitement of the moment, telling us that if the boar charged to, “Kick at it. Don’t let it near you. They’re wild animals and difficult to predict.”
As Jonah got closer, he saw the big boar on the ground and quickly fired once. With all safe, I moved in to get a better look at my achievement, while the boys pulled the other pig over for pictures. To drag the 200-pound boar back to the trail by hand would have been a challenge, so Jonah pulled up the side by side, threw the smaller hog in and got a hand from Riley for the larger one.
We made our way back to camp where they hung the smaller hog for gutting; the larger one lay in the back where the other guys hunting could have a look at it. A hunter that had been out with a different guide also came back successful, with a nice hog. The heads of each of the larger animals’ were removed as both of us wanted to keep the skulls.
While Jonah and Riley were cleaning the smaller hog for eating, I asked what they did with the carcass. Pointing at a grove of trees nearby, they advised they’re deposited in the bush, saying the remains wouldn’t last long with all the alligators around. As the boys continued cleaning the hogs they shared exciting alligator hunting stories,making me think my next Florida hunt might have to be an alligator.
After everything was cleaned up, Riley took my dad and I through the property, hoping to find Osceola turkeys we
could take pictures of. It was nice to see the property in the daylight as it gave us a better appreciation for the Florida wilderness. It’s not like anything else I’ve seen, reminding me of the Jurassic World movies
If given the opportunity, I would recommend this experience to anyone. My hog hunting experience was amazing, thrilling and affordable. The success of the trip contributed to the thrill, but just seeing wild hogs and deer up close and in their natural habitat, along with the opportunity to hunt something different, was a large part of the experience. If you’re looking for a unique hunting experience, I would highly recommend a Florida hog hunt. The guys at Hunter’s Envy are experienced and knowledgeable and are an outfitter you should consider. For more information, visit huntersenvy. com, or call 321-333-5700.
10 Women Who Are Hunting Guides, Outfitters, and Trackers
BY JOSH HONEYCUTT
There is often a stigma of discrimination placed on participation in the outdoors. Or at least, there use to be. The amount of female involvement in outdoor affairs has exploded within the last couple decades. No longer is the outdoors “claimed by men.” Nor should it be. Hunting, fishing, and shooting sports are all magnificent ways for men and women alike to enjoy the adventures offered by the outdoors. Today, many ladies are showing their skills are as keen as any to be found.
The wildlife we pursue is a treasured resource, and these women understand that. For some, their trophies wouldn’t have happened without help from guides, outfitters, and/or trackers. Here are eight such women who carry those titles.
JORDAN BUDD
BUSINESS: GUIDE, OUTFITTER, OWNER OF RUNNING WATER HUNTING LLC
“I grew up hunting in the Sandhills of Nebraska, but enjoy hunting most of the western states for elusive mule deer bucks,” Budd said. “My guiding style varies depending on the season: archery, rifle, and muzzleloader. The terrain at the ranch transitions from hard wood river bottoms conducive for archery treestands to open sandhill terrain that is accompanied with a spot and stalk style of hunting. It’s great to get a variety throughout the year. I enjoy taking clients on stalks for an optimal experience for hunters and myself.”
STEPH MANTEUFEL
BUSINESS: CO-OWNER, GUIDE OF TOP OF THE FLYWAY OUTFITTERS (www.topoftheflyway.com)
NUMBER OF YEARS GUIDING: 10 YEARS
STATE(S) GUIDING: STARTED GUIDING IN SOUTHERN OHIO AND NOW ALBERTA, CANADA
GUIDING FOR: WHITE-TAILED DEER, MULE DEER, BLACK BEAR, AND WATERFOWL
“Whitetails are my absolute favorite species to hunt,” Manteufel said. “There is something truly special about locating and patterning big, mature whitetails, or other big game species, for that matter. Sharing in the excitement of another hunter’s success and the camaraderie that comes with that, is what makes the outfitting business so special. It's not every day you get to help make someone else's dream a reality.”
TINA THORNSBERRY
BUSINESS: OWNER, GUIDE OF BEAVER CREEK OUTFITTERS
NUMBER OF YEARS GUIDING: 16 YEARS
STATE(S) GUIDING: KENTUCKY
GUIDING FOR: ELK, TURKEY, BEAR, AND DEER
“I think I was born to be a hunter and to teach others about hunting,” Thornsberry said. “From a very young age, my dad took me on every adventure he could. That’s part of what got me hooked. My dad passed away 17 years ago. I decided I was going to carry on what he passed down to me as I grew up. I went right after it. I guided free for a couple years to prove I could do it. And then opened Beaver Creek Outfitters and ran with it ever since. I’m very proud to be the owner and guide here at BCO. It was a dream of mine for many years. To be the only female elk guide in Kentucky and the owner of a guide service. I did it and I did it with a passion for my love for the outdoors. And I owe it all to my dad for teaching me how.
“Now, I do everything I can to pass it down the line to our next generation,” Thornsberry continued. “They call me the ‘Elk Princess.’ I’ve carried many names but that one I’m super proud of. I take my job seriously. I love hunting with good people. Hunting always brings out the good in everyone.”
ANDRAYA GRANGROTH
BUSINESS: GUIDE FOR UPPER CANYON OUTFITTERS
NUMBER OF YEARS GUIDING: 7 YEARS
STATE(S) GUIDING: COLORADO AND MONTANA
GUIDING FOR: ELK, MULE DEER, AND WHITE-TAILED DEER
“I grew up in a family of hunters, so being in the pursuit of wild game is in my blood,” Grangroth said. “At a young age, hunting taught me self-reliance, grounded me, and gave me confidence. Being a guide is much more than getting my client an animal. It’s about being present, challenging ourselves, and connecting within.”
BROOKE SNYDER
BUSINESS: GUIDE FOR LAST CHANCE OUTFITTERS
(OWNED BY HER FATHER, TRENT SNYDER)
NUMBER OF YEARS GUIDING: TRENT HAS BEEN AN OUTFITTER FOR 30-PLUS YEARS
STATE(S) GUIDING: COLORADO
GUIDING FOR: BLACK BEAR, ELK, MOUNTAIN LIONS, MULE DEER, AND TURKEY
“I have been involved in the family business since I can remember,” Snyder said. “From a young age, I learned wildlife conservation, I guess that’s what happens when you have outfitters as parents. Being able to harvest off the land has taught me more than good hunting tactics. It has taught me the wildlife’s habits and how they thrive on different areas of land. I feel very blessed to have grown up with my parents teaching me to respect the land and respect the wildlife. Each hunt is something to be thankful for and I am fortunate to live in the outdoors of Colorado.”
JAN JENNINGS
BUSINESS: OWNER OF THE LODGE AT CIRCLE J AND BLUE GOAT KITCHEN (WITH HER HUSBAND, DAN)
NUMBER OF YEARS GUIDING: 12 YEARS
STATE(S) GUIDING: MISSOURI
GUIDING FOR: WHITE-TAILED DEER AND WILD TURKEY
“We are in northwest Missouri,” Jennings said. “Growing up on a small farm in Michigan, I got my love for the great outdoors from my big brother at a very young age. He taught me how to hunt, fish, and trap, but most of all; he taught me the importance of conservation. I have carried my love of the outdoors and passion to share outdoor experiences with others into my life here in Missouri. The chase for big whitetails brought me to Missouri, which I know call home.
“I run a small farm with goats, Highland cattle, a few pigs and lots of poultry,” she continued. “I am a beekeeper and own The Lodge at Circle J with my husband Dan. I am also the Missouri State Chapter President of American Daughters of Conservation — a nonprofit organization bringing like-minded women together through conversation and outdoor activities.”
KELLY ALEXANDER
BUSINESS: URBAN BUCKEYE OUTFITTERS
NUMBER OF YEARS GUIDING: 5 YEARS
STATE(S) GUIDING: OHIO
GUIDING FOR: WHITETAILS AND EASTERN WILD TURKEYS
“My father taught me how to hunt at an early age,” Alexander said. “I was blessed to hunt alongside my grandfather until he was 89. Hunting has always been a passion of mine, and it runs deep in my roots. I met my husband five years ago trapping beavers. He is the owner/operator of Urban Buckeye Outfitters. Together, we manage, operate, and guide clients on free-range whitetail hunts. My favorite part of being a guide is tracking the deer. It’s one of the most exciting pieces to the story of the hunt. I love seeing our clients faces when we recover the biggest whitetail of their hunting career. I love sharing these special moments with people who become part of our family.
ANGIE DENNY
BUSINESS: OWNER OF TABLE MOUNTAIN OUTFITTERS (OWNED AND OPERATED SINCE 1996)
NUMBER OF YEARS GUIDING: GUIDING SINCE 2003 (OVER 20 YEARS)
STATE(S) GUIDING: WYOMING AND IDAHO
GUIDING FOR: ELK, DEER, ANTELOPE, BLACK BEAR, MOUNTAIN LION
"Owning an outfitting/guiding business puts you in a position to have to understand everything from start to finish, meaning advertising, state regulations/licensing, to getting an animal on the ground for a client," Denny said. "The actual guiding part is the easy part.
“I have always been more focused on getting our younger generation, women, and veterans in the field or at least to camp,” she continued. “Recently, Scott and I were blessed with the opportunity to do just that through a mentor program we have helped shape. We took 30 in the field in 2023, and it was a huge success (10 women, 10 kids, and 10 veterans). We hope to continue to grow this program into the future."
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TRACY SHAW
BUSINESS: ARKANSAS OUTDOORSWOMAN
NUMBER OF YEARS GUIDING: 7 YEARS
STATE(S) GUIDING: HAVE GUIDED IN KENTUCKY, OKLAHOMA, LOUISIANA, FLORIDA, ARKANSAS, AND TEXAS
GUIDING FOR: WILD GAME
"I am an avid outdoorsman and have hunted and fished most of my life when I am not guiding," Shaw said. "I hunt and fish year-round by myself. I do everything on my own. I hunt, clean, and process all my own meat and try my best to completely live off the land. I try to equip and empower the next generation of hunters. I hope that we always have the freedom to live this way of life.
"I have guided women and kids in the outdoors for seven years now," Shaw continued. "I also am an Artemis Sportswoman for the National Wildlife Federation and a Wildlife Woman. I volunteer for the Arkansas Game and Fish Commission, and the National Wild Turkey Federation. I also volunteer some of my hunts for veterans and beginners to help teach them skills in the outdoors. I have a nonprofit Arkansas Scholastic archery program where I coach kids in archery and help them to get college archery scholarships. They shoot [from] age 2 all the way up to adulthood. Their families also shoot with them.”
NATALIE SMITH SPALDING
BUSINESS: SPALDING WOUNDED GAME TRACKER, TRACKING WITH TIMBER
NUMBER OF YEARS TRACKING: 5 YEARS
STATE(S) TRACKING:
KENTUCKY AND SOUTHERN INDIANA
TRACKING FOR: WHITE-TAILED DEER
“Growing up in the outdoors led to a lifetime passion for hunting, and an obsession with whitetails,” Smith said. “I began archery hunting as an adult, which required me to learn blood tracking on a different level. After training my Labrador retriever to shed hunt, I also taught him to track wounded deer. My love for the hunt and deer shifted to time spent with my dog helping others recover their deer. All it takes is one phone call, and I’m out of my stand to track a deer for a stranger, who I might later call a friend.”
Overall, the outdoors is a place to relax, reflect, and remember. America’s hunting and fishing culture wouldn’t be the same without hunting guides, outfitters, and trackers. Women like these continue to help create memories for outdoorsmen and women.
Without question, there are few better ways to live than with a lifetime of memories in the outdoors. These women are outdoor enthusiasts, and they are poised and prepared to continue shaping traditions wherever they guide, outfit, and track game.
Moose Hunt in Saskatchewan
BY COURTNEY HUNGLE
Be sure to strap down your quad when hauling, no matter the distance.
In Saskatchewan to hunt Moose you can either buy a tag over the counter to hunt in the forest or through our lottery draw system to hunt farmland moose. It can take a number of years to be drawn as there are a limited number of tags, and a large number of hunters putting in for a coveted draw moose tag. After waiting 10 years, I was drawn for a either sex moose tag in my top zone. This means during the season if the opportunity came I could either take a cow or bull moose, within a certain area of the province.
After I was drawn in June the hunt had already started even though the season would not open until early October. With the help of my dad and brother, we started reaching out to local land owners to obtain permission to hunt on their land, and a few of our friends in the area to keep an eye
out for moose in the area. Prior to the hunt we went out to scout the area, to see where the moose were hanging out, what areas they may be utilizing, and to make a game plan for the week of our hunt.
With my dad, brother Kyle, partner Drew and myself excited and ready to go for the hunt we loaded up two trucks, a trailer and quad with everything we may need for the hunt and were prepared to be there for up to a week. After we arrived at camp, we dropped off one of the trucks, the trailer and quad, and got ready for one final evening out scouting before the season opened the following day. That evening when scouting, we talked with some of our friends in the area, and saw a bull moose in a tall canola field. This was exciting as it proved that we were in the right area, the moose
rut was firing up and we would have a good chance of seeing moose around the canola field in the following days. Even though we would not hunt in the standing canola, we were sure that the moose would move out of the standing canola at some point, hopefully providing the opportunity I needed.
We went back to camp to get ready for the opening day of moose hunting. With the excitement and anticipation of 10 years waiting to go moose hunting I hardly slept and was wide awake when the alarm went off to get ready. Starting the day with a hearty breakfast of eggs, bacon and hashbrowns we were ready to go. I got dressed in my DSG Realtree Escape Camouflage with my orange vest and hat, collecting everything we would need and loading our truck, off we went.
We started out the hunt with a long walk into a grain stubble field surrounded by bushes and trees where the moose were known the cross through first thing in the morning and late in the afternoon. There was a cool misty rain as the sun was rising but the adrenaline was running, so we started out. Walking along the brush and staying low we came
upon a clearing just as legal shooting time came upon us. At this point I loaded my Tikka T3 Lite with 130 grain .270 Winchester Copper Impact bullets to be ready to shoot, but kept my safety on to keep safe shooting practices. We paused and used our Vortex binoculars to check the area in the front of us. After scanning the area, we did not see any moose, so we decided to move further into the field toward a watering hole. As we moved deeper into the field the mist turned to rain and visibility was declining. As we got near the watering hole, we paused and glassed again to see if any moose were in the area.
Seeing that there were no moose out and about moving around we hunkered down near the watering hole and after a few moments of waiting in silence we tried calling to see if we could bring anything into the area. After sometime, just as the rain was letting up, we decided we should move to another area to see if we could find any moose. After a quick water and snack break, we moved to another spot, to see what we could find.
With the weather improving, visibility was back to normal.
Lots of tracks leading to this watering hole.
We started in a new area, while moving around we spooked up a cow and calf moose. Getting to be so close to a moose was such a cool experience! I was hoping I would be able to get a bull moose, and with the cow having a calf with it, I decided to pass and let them continue on. After seeing the cow and calf moose we were hopeful this meant we were in the right area and a bull moose wouldn’t be too far away.
After moving around the area, we could not find any more moose, so we decided it was time to stop for lunch and make a game plan for the afternoon. After having a quick tailgate lunch, we decided we were going to move to a different area closer to where we had been the day before, when scouting. We walked into a big wooded area and tried calling in a number of different locations , but nothing was proving to be successful. Just as we were going to get set up to sit for the last portion of the afternoon, our friend in the area gave us a call, on his way home from town that he had spotted not one but two bull moose near the standing canola field we had seen the bull moose by the evening before. We quickly decided to change our plans and head that way to see if we
could find the moose he had just seen.
When we got to the area, we saw one of the bull moose booking it back towards the canola field. After a quick glass with our binoculars, we saw that he was a small bull with one of his paddles bent sideways. We decided we would pass on that bull and move to another vantage point to see if we could find the other bull that our friend had seen. It didn’t take long to spot the other bull moose. In fact, he was out in a nearby field along the edge of a wooded ravine with a cow and calf moose. We decided to move in closer so I put on my Howard Leight Earmuffs for hearing protection, and we started stalking in towards the moose. We were able to stalk up the edge of some brush as the moose were now slowly making their way into the trees ahead of us.
Then the cow turned and stepped over a log and into a small opening before turning back and heading deeper into the trees. Her calf followed the same path and we anticipated the bull to follow along right behind them. As I was watching this unfold, I steadied myself on my Bog Pod shooting sticks as the bull wasn’t far behind and my dad whispered 153 yards.
Just as I got set up the bull stepped into the clearing and turned broadside as he had to the make a wider path than cow and calf due to his size. With him turned broadside and the cow and the calf further ahead of him, I was able to take a clean shot. Boom! And with a squeeze of the trigger the bullet landed square in the moose’s chest and down he went.
Even though the hunt was over, the work was just beginning. The excitement of finally getting to go on a moose hunt and shoot a bull moose was unreal. I got my tags out and with shaking hands cut out the month and date and placed them on my moose. We quickly took some pictures so we could get started on field dressing as the sun was starting to set and a drizzly rain was settling in. After taking some pictures and taking a moment to take in the awe of such a large majestic animal we need to get to work.
Luckily our friend in the area lived about a mile away and offered to help us out by using his front-end loader to lift up the moose to help us with field dressing and skinning. Since it was almost dark by this point, we also set up some lights to ensure we could see what were we doing. Using
a couple of Outdoor Edge RazorPro L 3.5” Replaceable Blade Hunting Knifes to field dress and skin my moose, we were done in a short period of time. We then took the moose back to camp and cut the moose in half to hang and cool until the next day.
The next morning, we packed everything up to be able to head back home. We wrapped the moose in cheese cloth and loaded into the back of one of our trucks to take to the butcher shop to be cut and wrapped. Luckily, the weather was quite cool so we were not worried about the meat spoiling as we made the long trip home.
Looking back on my moose hunt I was fortunate enough to have my dad, brother Kyle and partner Drew there to assist in the hunt, making it the best experience possible. I was lucky enough to get my moose on the opening day, but even luckier as the weather for the rest of the season turned windy and with heavy rains, making for a muddy mess everywhere in the zone I was drawn in. I truly cannot wait to be drawn for moose again in the future……………… here’s hoping I don’t have to wait another 10 years!
Using shooting sticks, provides the ability to make a steady shot at anytime.
Getting ready to hook my moose up to the frontend loader to start field dressing.
Make small quick cuts when field dressing to make for quick and clean work
Surprise Elk
BY VANESSA HARROP
We all have nemesis. Mine are mountain goats and cougars. Elk, on the other hand, are not. I’ve had my fair share of good luck hunting elk and while it’s not like I haven’t worked hard for them, lady luck sure has smiled upon me as well. And this season was to be no different.
There’s a week overlap with archery deer and rifle elk season in the zone we hunt, so it’s often a big dilemma of what to do that week. This year was easy, however. TJ had taken an elk on opening morning and that left the rest of the week for him to chase deer with the bow and it only made sense for me to pack the rifle...just in case. On the ranch we hunt, you typically only get one chance at elk and once the shooting starts, they typically vacate it quickly and may not
return for the entire season. There is some great feed on the ranch but cover is sparse and elk have no real reason to hang around when the pressure is on. So, with this in mind, we did have greater hopes for the deer hunting than taking a second elk but as they say, luck is the meeting of opportunity and preparation, and I was prepared.
We aren’t long-range shooters by choice but that doesn’t mean we can’t shoot long range when no other options are available. On this particular ranch, as cover is sparse, one is often faced with long shots with no opportunity to close the gap. I took my last bull at just over 500 yards in the middle of a hayfield. When people on social media groups criticize long-range shooters for being nothing but lousy hunters., the truth is, hunt long enough and you’ll find yourself at all
ranges from animals, with no way to close the distance. The quality of the hunter is only judged by the one that closes the distance as much as possible and has the knowledge to only take the shot when they have the skill and gear to do so. We practice long-range shooting throughout the year and have most of our rifles set up to shoot 500-600 yards. On this particular day, I chose to take along the 7mm Remington Magnum and was ready for shots from 10 to 600 yards if needed.
We had a ground blind set up on the edge of a harvested oat field, which was seeing some fairly heavy use by whitetails, the odd elk, black bear and even a sow grizzly with two cubs. There was considerable regrowth coming up and as the field had been baled rather than combined, there was enough standing oats in the corners and sloughs to really attract the bears. We’d seen the mama grizzly many times while sitting the field and had dozens of pictures of her and
Our ground blind set up on the edge of an oat field.
Trail camera picture of an elk leaving the water set up near the ground blind.
her cubs on the trail camera. They were regulars at one of the water troughs, where her cubs routinely climbed in on the hot days for a cooling bath. I’ve been known to grab the odd drink out of these cattle waters on really hot days but after seeing the trail cam pictures, I’m going to rethink that practice.
We settled into the blind around 4:00 in the afternoon and didn’t have to wait long until the first groups of whitetails began to show up. There were no real trails leading onto the oat field and the deer just kind of showed up from random directions, so seeing deer was easy but catching one in bow range, not so much. As the evening wore on, the field started to fill up with whitetails. Several does and fawns wandered by the blind well within bow range but that was it until about 30 minutes before last light, when a nice 5x5 jumped the fence into the field. He was over 200 yards away and even though it was only late October, he was really checking the girls out; much to their dismay.
TJ slipped a grunt tube out of his pack and gave three short grunts. Before he’d finished the final one, the buck lifted his head and started toward the blind at a trot. He closed the distance to about 80 yards and then got sidetracked by a
group of does. TJ grunted again and instantly got the buck’s attention but not enough to move him closer. Time was running out and TJ wasn’t keen on arrowing him that late in the day, especially in the wide-open field. TJ suggested we head out a bit early. As he was getting his gear organized, I took a quick peak out the side and back windows and seeing nothing, agreed.
There were still about 10 minutes left of legal light. I carefully slid the zipper up on the door to the blind. Our plan was to sneak out the back without spooking the deer. As I was crawling through the opening I froze in my tracks. A whisper escaped my lips, “elk”.
There, about 80 yards away, was a big 6x6 bull staring directly at the blind. I was halfway out of the blind with nothing in hand. TJ quickly handed me the unloaded rifle and then he began scrambling to find some shells for the 7mm. We were busted and the elk took off at a gallop. He was covering the yards rapidly as I fumbled to load the rifle. With my heart beating out of my chest with excitement, I managed to get three rounds in before closing the bolt. We both stepped out onto the field and TJ ranged the big bull. He was at 360 yards and covering ground fast. I quickly extended the legs
Vanessa Harrop spots the elk and sets up for the shot.
on the bipod and assumed the prone position, in the hopes that he would stop. At 400 yards, he was still running hard.
Then, he suddenly stopped. “Four sixteen,” TJ barked.
I calmed my breathing and settled the 400-yard crosshair on the bull’s shoulder and slowly squeezed the trigger. The bull stumbled as the telltale “thud” of a solid hit reverberated through the air. At the same moment that TJ said, “again” I had already worked the bolt and sent another 162-grain ELD-X on its deadly mission. The bull stumbled again, walked slowly into an adjacent slough and fell very dead.
When the bull surprised me, standing only 80 yards away, he looked enormous but I honestly had no idea how big he was, other than he was legal. Things had happened so fast that judging antlers was the last thing on our minds and quite truthfully it didn’t matter anyhow. We both love to eat elk and any legal bull is a good bull but as we closed the distance we knew this one was special. Even in the tall grass his antlers looked massive and as I raised his head we were both shocked. He was by far the best bull TJ had ever seen come off the ranch in 30 years of hunting it. Lady Luck had once again smiled upon me and as a great team, we made the best of the opportunity.
With light fading fast and three grizzlies nearby, we quick-
ly tagged the bull and then chose to walk back and get the truck before starting to field dress the bull. The old sow had been nothing but ladylike, sharing our hunting spot to this point, but now with a dead animal on the ground all bets were off. We’d lost part of an elk to a bear a few years earlier when a big boar came in on us while we were dressing out an elk in the mountains. We didn’t want another close call like that. We figured with the truck running and the lights on, the bear would be more apt to stay away. The truck was nearly a mile away, so it was close to 30 minutes before we made it back. To our relief, nothing had been touched.
We quickly gutted the big bull and then cut it in half to simplify loading it in the truck. Skinning would wait until we got home. Sharing your hunting territory with grizzly bears is a way of life in the foothills of Alberta and not getting careless or pushing your luck is the best way to prevent a negative encounter. Over the years, we’ve had our share of close calls and really hope to never have one again. As we jumped in the warm cab of the truck, it was a relief. We were safe. The sow and her cubs were safe, and we would have a freezer full of delicious elk meat to carry us and our family through to the next season. We hoped that the mama grizz soon found the kill site, so she too could take her cubs into winter with full bellies. So is the circle of life.
Vanessa Harrop and the beautiful bull elk.
One Hunt that Can Change Your Life: The Wyoming Women’s Antelope Hunt
BY VIRGINIA RASCH
Demand is steep to participate in an annual and unique antelope hunt in Wyoming that is exclusive to women. There’s a waitlist for this year’s hunt in October. The reason for the popularity? The hunt changes the lives of the participants in numerous and significant ways.
“The biggest takeaway from my first hunt has been this: I came back a different woman than when I arrived at Ucross, Wy-
oming,” said one participant. “I am stronger, empowered, and I know I can achieve anything I put my mind to in life.”
Alex Shannon, Communications and Events Coordinator for the antelope hunt, said, “We want all of our participants to walk away knowing that women are capable, knowledgeable and have the ability to mentor others, both in the field and in life.”
In its 12th year, the Wyoming Women’s Antelope Hunt prides itself on one of its
Antelope Hunt prides itself on helping women to be economically self-sufficient.
foundational principles—to help women be economically self-sufficient.
“Teaching women to hunt can help them feed their families nutritious food and fulfills our mission of investing in the economic self-sufficiency of women,” said Shannon.
The hunt is a program of the Wyoming Women’s Foundation (WYWF), whose mission is to invest in the economic self-sufficiency of women and in opportunities for girls in Wyoming. WYWF is a priority fund held at the Wyoming Community Foundation.
Shannon works for WYWF, and she is justifiably proud of this hunt.
“There are many things that set us aside from other guided hunts,” she said, “including our focus on economic self-sufficiency. In 2023, 32 of the 46 hunters harvested an antelope, 20 with a single shot. Moreover, 17 of the 32 were first-time hunters.”
As with the genesis for many great ideas, this one started simply—when two friends were out hunting.
Marilyn Kite, a retired Wyoming Supreme Court Justice, was hunting antelope with her sister-in-law, Karey Stebner, outside of Rawlins, Wyoming. They came up with the idea of an all-women’s antelope hunt.
Justice Kite shared the idea with friends Lynne Boomgaarden (current Wyoming Supreme Court Justice) and Donna Wichers. The women approached WYWF to organize and host the event, and the idea took off.
THE PARTICIPANTS
“Our event exists to help participants overcome the barriers associated with hunting, including hesitation, or lack of hunting skills, knowledge and resources,” Shannon said. “We are truly here to help.”
There are three ways to participate as a hunter in this event: through sponsorships, as an individual, and on scholarship. Hunt spots are open to both Wyoming and out-ofstate residents. No experience is needed, and all interested women are encouraged to fill out an application.
Roughly one-third of all hunters attend the Wyoming For
Women’s Antelope Hunt on scholarship each year. There are general scholarships as well as one for a Wyoming single mother and one for a U.S. military veteran.
Sponsored hunt packages cost $5,500 each in 2024. Sponsors receive promotional benefits, and many send hunters of their choice to participate.
“We ask sponsors to share what aspects of our work they identify with and what their primary objectives are (i.e., involve employees, showcase product, network, create brand visibility, etc.),” Shannon said. “We’re looking for sponsorship partners who are invested in improving women’s economic self-sufficiency, mentoring and leadership opportunities, and camaraderie among women through hunting.”
Individual hunt packages cost $3,500 each in 2024, and payment plans are available.
“The demand for hunt spots has grown tremendously over the past 12 years,” said Shannon, “requiring us to keep a waitlist and unfortunately turn away folks who are interested. Since I’ve been here, I’ve witnessed sponsored spots
sell out annually as well as several hundred scholarship applications each year for the approximately 10 available spots.”
Roughly 46 hunters attend each year of all age ranges. On average, there are two to six hunters under 18 annually. Last year, the event hosted hunters from 12 different states, with 50% coming from Wyoming.
One of the event’s goals is to encourage first-generation hunters. Thus, the selection committee looks for candidates who don’t have the opportunity to participate in a guided hunt otherwise. In 2023, 21 of the 46 participants were firsttime hunters.
All hunters must have their hunter safety certification and must arrive with all necessary clothing and gear. Many hunters choose to bring their own rifle for the hunt and hence must bring their own ammunition. If a hunter does not have a rifle, one will be provided.
THE MENTORS AND SUPPORTERS
The hunt wouldn’t happen without the dedication of
numerous volunteers, including the outstanding hunting guides.
“The dependability and professionalism of our guides are crucial to ensuring a safe and successful event for our hunters,” Shannon said.
The majority of the hunting guides are men, and many of them are landowners in the area. “They’ve grown to be some of our biggest supporters and have introduced many friends and family members to our community,” said Shannon.
Another large group of volunteers are past hunters who see such great value in the event that they return each year to help out. And then there are many accomplished women who are valued friends of the event.
“We’ve been fortunate to have the support of many prominent women who have shared in the hunt experience and continue to be involved in some capacity,” Shannon said. Those include
Julie Golob, a member of Smith and Wesson’s shooting team, who was a special guest at their inaugural hunt in 2013. [See our cover story on Julie Golob on page ??.]
Other supporters have included Wyoming’s first female Supreme Court Justice Marilyn Kite, Ms. Wheelchair USA 2013 Ashlee Lundvall, and Wyoming’s First Lady Jennie Gordon.
THE RANCH AT UCROSS
The WYWF picked the location for the Women’s Hunt with advice from the Wyoming Game and Fish Department.
“Alongside the Game and Fish Department, we identified the north-central area as the best location because historically many of the hunt areas had unsold licenses,” said Shannon.
The Ranch at Ucross is located in northeast Wyoming at the foothills of the Bighorn Mountains, with wide vistas of grasslands, mountains and a river.
“It’s a magical venue,” said Shannon. “The Ranch at Ucross is owned by Blair Hotels and is the only facility we know of in the middle of the hunt areas that has accommodations for over 40 hunters and hunt staff.”
Participants hunt exclusively on adjacent private ranches, thanks to generous landowners.
The Ranch at Ucross is located in northeast Wyoming at the foothills of the Bighorn Mountains
Success rates are high in the annual hunt.
In 2023, for example, 32 of the 46 hunters harvested an antelope.
Once a hunter fills her tag, she may take part in other activities hosted by volunteers, such as fly fishing, archery, trap/ skeet shooting and a game-meat cooking demonstration.
To further the idea of economic self-sufficiency, successful hunters can learn how to handle their antelope at a meat-processing workshop.
“Of the 32 harvests last year, nine hunters chose to process their animals themselves with the help of our mentors,” said Shannon, “14 sent their harvests to the local processor, and nine donated to the Food from the Field program. (see sidebar).
HONORING PARTICIPANTS
The annual Recognition Banquet is an important part of the event as a way to celebrate the spirit of the hunt, including themes of proficiency, ethical hunting and camaraderie.
“Our recognition structure was developed in partnership with the Boone and Crockett Club,” Shannon explained. “It’s the oldest wildlife conservation organization in North America, founded in 1887 by Theodore Roosevelt and George Bird Grinnell.”
GAME MEAT DONATIONS IN WYOMING ARE A TEMPLATE FOR OTHERS
The Food from the Field program enables hunters to share their bounty by donating game meat to participating local processors. They, in turn, prepare it for local organizations to distribute to neighbors in need.
Donations of game meat to food pantries are streamlined with the help of several partners, including the Wyoming Hunger Initiative, the Wyoming Game and Fish Department, and the Wyoming Department of Agriculture.
Successful hunters in the Wyoming Women’s Antelope Hunt can choose to donate their antelope to this program as well. Roughly 90% of the cost to process these donations are paid by Wyoming’s First Lady, Jennie Gordon, and her team.
Annually, 25 to 30% of these antelope hunters have donated since the creation of the program. In 2023, nine of the 32 successful hunters donated their meat to feed others.
There are many regulations and restrictions about donation of game meat, and Wyoming’s successful system can serve as a model for other states.
Jen Barkley was a first-time hunter in the 2016 antelope hunt. She said, “the hunt literally saved my life after my brain injury.”
Creative names add further distinction to the honors:
Roman Goddess of the Hunt recognizes all new big game hunters who harvest during the event.
Annie Oakley recognizes all individuals who harvest their antelope with one shot. (If warranted, a follow-up shot must be taken to ensure an ethical harvest.)
Super Stalker recognizes the individual hunter (and her guide) with the closest harvest shot.
Founders’ Cup recognizes the sponsored team with the closest average shot distance.
Teddy Roosevelt Sportswoman celebrates the type of personal character Roosevelt held in highest regard: an adventurous spirit, determination, self-reliance, and the need to give back more than taken. It is given to the participant who had the fortitude to keep trying, and regardless of the situation, they came out on top with a smile on their face. Voted on by the guides, this may go to a hunter who does not harvest an animal.
Last but not least, Sister of the Sage recognizes all participants as members of the lasting network of event alumni who act as mentors to each other going forward.
A HUNT THAT CHANGES LIVES
Rebekah Smith Hazelton is the Director of the Wyoming’s Women Foundation, the event’s host.
“I see women who show up to the hunt not knowing
what to expect, sometimes pretty nervous about how it’s going to go,” she said. “When they leave three days later with a newfound confidence from having hunted, when I find out they are still in touch with their hunting partner 10 years later, when I learn their life trajectory has changed because of their experience at the Hunt, I know we’ve been successful. And this happens every year.”
Aside from the direct impact on participants, the event raises funds and awareness for WYWF during its annual Auction Dinner. Since 2013, nearly $1 million has been raised for grantmaking, special projects like the hunt, and other statewide initiatives.
This year, the Wyoming Women’s Antelope Hunt will take place from October 10 to 13, 2024. The hunt spots are full, but there are still ways to attend as a supporter.
“We created a new opportunity last year called the Friend of the Hunt Weekend Pass, which offers folks the chance to cheer for hunters at the meatpole, participate in outdoor activities, and join nightly dinners for $450,” said Shannon. “There are also opportunities for sponsors to purchase tables at Friday’s Auction Dinner.”
Past supporters of the hunt continue to praise WYWF and its unique hunt. Jana Waller, the host and executive producer of Skull Bound Chronicles, said, “It is an amazing foundation, and the Women’s Antelope Hunt is remarkable. Every state should have a program just like that!”
Alex Shannon, Brit Bisbee and Madeline Zimmer celebrate the day in the event tent
The annual event creates a lasting network of event alumni who act as mentors to each other going forward.
