One fall I was invited to speak for a women’s convention in Idaho. It was my first time to visit this beautiful state, and my expectations were high. I was already amused by the timing of the convention because it was important that the date not interfere with deer season. At first, I thought this was important so that the men of each household could be home to babysit for any women who wanted to attend. I could not have been more mistaken.

Our hostess for the weekend, and director of the event, picked us up from the Boise airport. She wore a beautiful, yellow jacket with slacks and heels. Upon greeting her we began the normal course of getting to know each other as we rode to the hotel. Much to my amazement, I found out that she was one of the big game hunters of the region. She and her husband owned mules and horses which hunters rent to go packing up the mountain as they hunt for wild game. Amazed by my new discovery, I asked more questions. She began to tell me the difference between the intelligence and strength of mules and horses, along with her countless stories. She remarked, “My children have grown up on game meat, and they turn their nose up at beef.” Quietly, I replied, “I hunt for hamburger in the meat department of Sam’s.” I cannot stand to see the blood of my catsup in the container, let alone imagine my new friend’s ability to kill, behead, dress out, and carry home her day’s victory prize.

Beyond the game stories, she told me about fishing. Deep sea fishing is her favorite. While asking for more stories, she told me of a king salmon that caused all the men’s lines to be pulled in from the boat while she held on to secure her catch of the day. It was 26 pounds.

“The line of my reel began to escape my pole, so I wrapped the line around my wrist to make sure I did not lose my prize,” explained my new super hero. She said the captain assisted her as he called for all hands on deck so as not to interfer with the big chase underway. By far, she outweighed everyone’s catch that day. In fact, proportionally, the fish was a monster compared to her thin frame. Humbly she deflected the mastery of her skills to her father who taught her everything.

 Prize hunters and skilled fishermen have been taught by others greater. Who has taught you along life’s trails?

As you hunt for significance and reel in success, don’t fail to say thank you to all who went before you and showed you how to be a champion.

When you choose to look past the horizon… the sky is the limit!