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    Remember a time when you stood on a ridge at dusk enjoying the view. What did you hear? The faint rustle of sagebrush, the fluttering of aspen leaves, and a whisper through pine needles. Suddenly, you also feel a presence and watch the silhouette of a mule
 
    
    When Sarah signed up for the rifle class at GO WYLD, an annual women’s weekend hosted by wildHERness, it felt more like a dare to herself than a fully confident decision. She had always been curious, maybe even admired the idea of women who could
 
                                                                         
                                                                         
                                                                         
                                                                         
                                                                         
                                                                         
                                                     
                                                     
     
                                                    