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Where’d she go? Idaho?
We continued our discussion on the way down the hill; I’m unsure if it was hysteria preceding complete exhaustion, but I cried a little as I confessed to both Derrick and Jeff how grateful I am for the both of them; each year I think, "there's no way I could POSSIBLY go to that basin"..."that's as far as these little legs can take me". Every year, we surpass those perceived thresholds. Both those men make me into a better version of myself. Both those men support, challenge, and cheer for me at every turn. Both those men have the curiosity and drive to see what is over the next horizon, and the passion and respect for the game we seek. I could NOT be more grateful for the hunting family I have come to know and love. To Jeff: That's OUR buck. I know you could've easily made the same shot with that tack-driver 300WIN. To Derrick: I'm so proud of the hunter you've become, and I cannot wait to see what new contraptions you build us out in the wilds. Thank you both.