My mom harvested her first deer before me, on the last day of deer season. On our way headed to the blind I saw Owen, my mom's mentor, and I said, Owen are you going to get a deer today? Owen then placed the cross bow over his shoulder and didn't utter a word. My mom and I still laugh about that interaction, but sure enough my mom did harvest a deer, and she was proud, but Owen was as well.

Connecting through the love of hunting.

The blind is nothing more than a dinner table. That's the place where you share your authentic self, whether the joys of life, the disappointments of the day, or the hope for a better you. Somehow, we just connected, we learned from each other, and we challenged the stereotypes of what it means to be connected from different hills. When you're a mentee, you literally place your life in the hands of someone you just met. But it's something special and endearing about the mentee and mentor relationship. It speaks to stretching ourselves beyond ourselves, beyond our neighborhood's, and beyond the world's view on what matters.

That's the blind!