Sitka Kelvin Jacket
Sitka Gore OPTIFADE
After spending last decade in Bozeman, Montucky, my girl friend Annie, our two dogs, Darrel and Bomber, and I live in a barn on a large vineyard just north of Napa, California. Here at Sitka I wear the hat of "Regional Sales Manager", and work closely with retailers in 17 states.
I grew up on the vast agricultural plains of South Dakota where I learned early the importance of a firm handshake and the significance of a man's word. Shortly after my 18th birthday and graduation of high school, I pointed my truck west to Bozeman. I attended Montana State University and pursued cross-cultural experiences with a passion. My love for adventure, specifically climbing and hunting, lured me to insanely remote places where I gained a genuine respect for life and how fragile it can be: solo hitchhiking through South America, a traditional Big Five hunt in Africa, and guiding mountain adventures in Alaska. I stoke on a good challenge, like tackling sales in 17 states with Sitka.
It's beyond me how Annie, our dogs and my co-workers put up with my fits of anxiety and tangents of randomness. I'm proud to be a part of Sitka.
[The events, names, and dates have been changed to protect the identities of those involved.]
The call came in late on a Tuesday eve; by Wednesday morning my girlfriend Annie and I had our plane tickets booked. We were asked to tag along on a Cougar hunt in Las Vegas. Having been on a few hunts in the past, I knew what we were in for. This was going to be a nocturnal hunt, and was going to require vast resources and judgment skills. Given the urban makeup of our chase, the efficiency of concealment methods to employ would prove pivotal in our success.
Having virtually unlimited access to the Sitka inventory, I forwent the opportunity of secret prototype gear and chose a black 90% Jacket, khaki Ascent Pants, and Core Top. This wasn’t my hunt; Annie and I were invited because of our extensive experience, and calm in the company of cougars. We couldn’t risk getting busted; we needed to literally reek of class and be wearing the best performance clothing in the world. –Sitka Gear was a no brainer.
Dick seen glassing at The Palms
Inside the den; evidence of a mightier hunter before us.
Feeling as though Dick had blown some great prospects, we aimed our sites again at The Palms. It was all or nothing. We tracked like coon hounds with our nose’s high, stealthily moving undetected by our prey. Dissecting the hotel from top to bottom, an opportunity presented itself on the main level amidst a maze of slots and green felt. There she was, literally taunting Dick with a tray of cocktails.
By B&C standards this trophy would be hard to measure, but the sheer size of her was truly impressive. I noticed Dick motion towards his wallet. He carefully removed a $50, and placed his hand near the side of his mouth. He whispered to Annie and I that we should fall back. I couldn’t believe my eyes; Dick was making an attempt to call in the massive beast!…
The events that followed are the kinds of things that hero’s are made of. It was an honor to be a part of such an amazing hunt. I’m truly thankful for the opportunity to hunt alongside Dick, and also grateful to my Sitka Gear. Without it, we would have not been able to negotiate the terrain as aptly and effectively. Truly the best performance clothing I’ve ever hunted in!
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