As owner of the EŌSS brand, I personally understand the lifelong bond that can be forged with friends or relatives through the sport of hunting. There are countless stories and memories to be recounted whenever hunting buddies reunite, and there is a common heritage that brings us closer together.
Quail hunting was my first introduction to the great outdoor sport of hunting. I was about 12 years old on our family farm in southern Indiana when I went out on my very first hunt with my dad. We had no hunting dog and just did bird hunting the good old-fashioned way. I will never forget the moment when that covey went up; I carefully pointed my Remington shotgun into the sky, got my shot off, and got my very first quail.
Throughout my years as a hunter, my time spent quail and pheasant hunting capture some of my favorite memories. The year 1969 was when I took my very first pheasant hunt near Shillington, PA. A friend and co-worker, who seven years later became my first employee, invited me to go hunt native ring-necked pheasants with him. We didn’t have a dog with us, and I followed my friend out into an open field with my single shot 12 gauge shotgun. The field looked like a gold mine for pheasants, and we hadn’t walked for even 10 minutes before we saw a rooster pheasant go up. The bird flew up, and I quickly took my shot, anxiously watching to see the bird fall. I briefly saw the pheasant dive straight down to the ground. Elated that I got my first kill of the day, my friend and I quickly rushed to where we saw the bird fall. We began feverishly looking as my friend congratulated me on my first pheasant. As more and more minutes ticked by with no discovery, my smile slowly began to fade and my heart sank. Twenty minutes went by and still no bird. I eventually came to the realization that the pheasant had faked out this young and inexperienced hunter. To this day I’m still a little amazed by the fact that wise old bird must have folded his wings, dove to the ground, and started running through the grass escaping my hopeful retrieval.
After that experience, I decided to make “Hans” an addition to all my pheasant and quail hunting trips. Hans was my German short-haired pointer hunting dog. I trained him myself using the Gun Dog book and absolutely loved hunting with Hans. I fell in love with the rush of adrenaline I would get every time I would see Hans freeze on point, signaling for everyone to get ready to take their shot. Hans was a smart dog but easily excited, especially when he was young. I will never forget the time some birds went up, and Hans got so excited he darted right into me and completely knocked me to the ground, Benelli shotgun and all! While Hans could easily be blamed for a few missed shot opportunities, he was a part of some of the fondest memories I have of pheasant, quail, and grouse hunting trips with my sons and friends.
It was these memories and many more that inspired me to create the EŌSS brand. Hunting is more than a sport. I understand the importance of quality time with family and friends and protecting my hunting equipment for future generations. This understanding and passion is what motivated the design of the Sportsman Locker. EŌSS protects my hunting gear from the unimaginable, and it can do the same for you. Designed to safely protect hunting equipment in the back of your pick-up truck, you can trust your firearms with the security of the EŌSS Sportsman Locker. This year we will be showcasing the Sportsman Locker at the 2020 National Pheasant Fest and Quail Classic in Minneapolis, MN. Pheasant Fest is unlike any other hunting event in the world and one you will definitely not want to miss. We hope you’ll stop by and visit us at booth #527. We would love to meet you, give you a chance to interact with the EŌSS team, and learn for yourself about all the amazing features of the EŌSS Sportsman Locker!