His Calling...Our Passion
We had one week, two tags, three little ones by our side and miles of wilderness before us. Chills ran through my body as the silence was broken with the sound of a bugle echoing through the mountains; a sound unlike any other.Majestic. Powerful. My husband, Jesse, and I scrambled to pinpoint where the sound Read More …
I am a woman.I am a hunter. When I feel the temperatures dip and I watch the leaves turn, I get an indescribable feeling deep inside…a call to the mountains. When it is time to pack away my shorts, like any woman, I can’t wait to get out my Fall boots and my cute sweaters; Read More …
The questions we hear when we come down from the mountains after a hunt ring loud. “How did you do?” “What did you get?” “So, let’s see it.” Usually, the success of the hunt could be easily summed up with a simple photo or look into the bed of the truck. It was always pretty Read More …
“This will forever haunt you.” The story was written; the details beautifully expressed. The preparation and buildup made for an incredible read. The hunting trip with an ending found in dreams! But, like most dreams we have, there must be room for reality. It is the hunt we had been waiting for. The last year Read More …
10 years ago. The first time we threw her, just a baby, on our back and headed up the mountain to bear hunt. 10 Years ago. The first time we slid her first pair of ear protection over her ears and took a shot. 10 years ago. Although it is not the most traditional way Read More …
Watch how we take our children’s education outdoorsas we point them to their Creator through His Creation.
By Lori Williams Lori Williams has the incredible gift of creating poetry from a simple image.She was inspired by these images she saw of the Rinellas, put pen to paper and wrote their heart in words. In all the world my world is right here, the hope of creation this wilderness sphere. Three days’ need Read More …
What does it mean to be “Called to the Top?” It is the feeling of the highest peak calling out for us to come, discover and explore. It is a call to the most remote places; the untouched space; where the wild things are. It is a place of rest; where you unload that which Read More …
“Nice one!” My six year old son says as he high-fives his sister after she nails the middle of the O on the coke can. “Your turn, buddy” she tells him, double checking that her .22 is unloaded, then walking over to her dad and handing him her little pink Crickett. Shooting together has Read More …
