The Freezing Frustration
The half frozen rain dripped off the brim of my hood as I sat glassing a distant ridge, shivering inside mountaineering gear never meant for hunters. The wind howled through every seam, and by nightfall the chill had sunk to my bones. That was the day I decided hunters deserved better.
The need was simple enough. We needed high-end apparel built for hunting. For years, we’d pulled on mountaineering gear because it was the only way to get breathable, high-spec fabrics tough enough for the backcountry. But every time we wore it, it felt like showing up to the hunt in the wrong uniform. Hunting demanded something else. It needed gear designed for hunters, by hunters.
That frustration lit a fire.