I first hit the woods in the 1980s, toting a hand-me-down rifle and cast-offs from my dad’s extensive camo arsenal. I was a skinny preteen girl wrapped like a burrito in oversized Trebark. Even after ...

at any sporting goods store, no matter how well-stocked that store might be. Female hunters were forced to rely on hand-me-down, ill-fitting jackets made for men or, worse, settle for cheap, ...