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Where we hope you will be inspired to live above the status quo,
driven to a life lived fully, and encouraged to thrive at the top.
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Our Outdoor Life
I was thrown back to the decade before when we first started packing babies into the mountains to hunt.
I reminisced of all the years since. The memories blurred my eyes.
Now, 10 years later, she carried the gun, her hand in her daddy’s…
Many women hunters thrive on being told how tough they are and that they can be “one of the guys…”
I do not do it to be tough or to “be one of the guys” …
because I am not.
I am one of the girls.
I am a woman.
And I am a Hunter
We do the hard thing of packing up our kids, slowing down our steps, and taking them with us because hunting is about so much more; it’s the memories made, the lessons taught, the laughter heard and the tears wiped as challenges are overcome and success is celebrated.
Homeschool
A place where they are free to learn and grow; where they can discover who God made them to be; their dreams, their passions, their gifts and talents.
This is their classroom.
It’s not always clean, because this is real life,these are real children, and this is real learning.
Because I am a real mom.
But…when all the eraser dust settles, the masterpiece will be seen.
The longer I stood there, the deeper I saw.
There, before me was so much more than a table.
There before me stood my life…
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This girl has been the tag-along since she was a newborn in our packs, advancing to packing out deer legs, rocks, and sticks in her own pack.
And finally, after years of being the best side-kick this family could ask for, she has graduated from tag-along to tag-holder.
#youthhunt #traditions
Got our new school uniforms! 🤣
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She has been waiting for this as long as she can remember. Finally her turn!
#raisingkidsfree #wildandfree #getkidsoutside #homeschool
Watching him ride away, alone in the morning moonlight, bow strapped on his back, headed for the hills to hunt, I was left with a joyful ache in my heart.
They tell you raising boys is easier than raising girls, and perhaps it is when it comes to doing hair, putting together outfits, or sharing a bathroom.
But what they don’t tell you is that, as you raise those boys, as you pour into them, encourage them, challenge them, and expect of them, there is an ache that slowly appears in a momma’s heart, as they become what you have prayed for them to become- men.
Men that are independent, men that need you less, men that don’t want you to do it for them, or tell them how to do it, men that no longer need you to go before them or follow behind, but simply need you to walk alongside them, men that look at you as you drown them in your well-intentioned words and reply
“Mom, I’ve got this.”
And they do. They do have it.
This is the goal; this is what we have prepared them for. So, why does it hurt? Why does it feel like our hearts are breaking, and yet, at the same time, overflowing with pride and joy?
This season is a dance, and it is often more of a hokey-pokey than it is a waltz. It is knowing when to step in and when to step out, all the while avoiding stepping on toes.
It is knowing you have to let go while everything in you wants to hold on.
After his first solo archery harvest, animal on the ground, his voice rang over the line “I got it down mom. Dad is going to come help me pack it out.”
“That is so awesome buddy! I am so proud of you. I’ll send your dinner up with him.”
“What? Wait, aren’t you coming too? Mom, I want you to come up too. I want you here.”
I dropped everything and through tear-filled eyes I tied my boots faster than I ever had before and headed for the door.
He wanted me there. That once-baby-boy-of-mine still wanted me there.
I reached the top and embraced him, noticing that he no longer rests his head on my shoulder, it is I that now rests mine on his.
And I hold on a little longer, a little tighter.
#raisingboys #raisingmen #mothersandsons #boymom
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