Growing up in Jackson Hole, as soon as I was old enough to hunt, my Dad had me dressed up in camo chasing muleys with him. Out of my two younger brothers and I, I was the oldest and I was definitely always a daddy’s girl. He took me with him everywhere! 

I watched him take his trophy mule deer when I was 13 and I knew I was hooked. His buck was actually featured in Eastmans’ Hunting Journal as well as my little buck I got that year, I was in the youth section in the back. I remember thinking, gosh, I want a BIG buck in Eastmans’ one day’.