We've spent our lives on the water, and there's something uniquely peaceful about being out there as the sun rises. I’ve often been asked why I wake up so early or why I sometimes go alone. The answer is simple. My grandfather and now my mom spent time fishing on the water before me. There's no place where I feel closer to them than on those quiet, calm mornings or in the stillness of dusk. When I'm on the water, I am never truly alone.

We hunt for the joy of being out with family and friends, immersed in God’s creation. Like you, we've spent countless days in the field without success. But for us, it’s never been about the kill; it’s about the hunt. The preparations, the practice, the time spent—these are what matter most. Whether on the mountain or in the field, it’s about being one with nature. Alone or in good company, nothing brings you closer to friends, family, and the Man upstairs thanthe hunt.