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you process the meat, and these look like some kind of wagon. Maybe to help you move the animal after it’s down, since they can be difficult to pack out in areas where you can’t drive cars or four wheelers. This company is listed as a sponsor of Hunting with Cash .”
    Lex looked toward us and smiled. I nodded my head and started walking, dragging Mary alongside. After we were past the booth, I whispered at Mary, “Sorry to rush you out of there. If we stayed any longer, he was going to come and try to sell us stuff.”
    “Smart. I want to investigate him a bit before we talk to him.”
    We zigged and zagged through the booths until we were back at the Westmound booth. Behind our table was a brunette gal, lazily looking through the Westmound Center literature.
    We approached, and Moo put his large head onto the top of the table. She jumped then laughed. “Hey, puppy.” She looked at our name tags and jumped again. “Oh, I’m in your seat. I’m so sorry. We have a meeting here in a bit, and the seats were empty.” She dusted off the chair as words tumbled out of her mouth.
    I chuckled lightly. “No, no, it’s okay. Please sit. We sat there all yesterday, and if I sit any longer, I’ll go nuts.”
    “Are you sure?” She edged back toward the chair.
    “Yes, please. I’m Di, this is Mary, and this is Moo. We work at the Westmound Center for Competitive Shooting Sports in Wyoming.”
    She shook our hands then sat down. “Nice to meet you. I’m Jillian, and over there, by the shotguns, are my husband Jack, the redhead with a beard, and our videographer, Vinny. We’re from the hunting show Jack and Jillian Went up a Hill .”
    Mary sat next to Jillian. “Cute name for a show. You’ve a meeting here?”
    “Yeah, we’re meeting with Orion in the next hour. Westmound and their companies are our primary sponsors.”
    I scratched Moo’s rump. “That’s pretty rare, isn’t it?” Something said in passing this week made me think that it was rare for Orion to be involved in sponsorships.
    Jillian sat back and tucked some brown hair behind an ear. “It is. They sponsor us because we have a shared vision.”
    Moo pushed his rump higher in the air to get the most scratches from me that he could on his back. “Oh? Such as?”
    “Our show really is about getting everyone to hunt with a focus on the end product, providing meat for your family. We have a variety of hunts on the show, many of which focus on a guest hunter. Usually every season we have a disabled vet or a first-time hunter. A couple of times we have had a father and his child come on the show. We do a lot of emphasis on safety, humane harvesting. I end each show with a recipe to make at home, and all the meat we gather is shared with the homeless and poor community in our area.” Her face was lit up with excitement, her hands gesturing wildly.
    “Wow, that sounds awesome.”
    “It is. It’s the most amazing experience to teach people how to provide for their family. We are really lucky to partner with Westmound. They really share our values about giving more people the opportunity to hunt. It can be a tough sell to sponsors.”
    I tilted my head. “Why?”
    “’Cause it’s not cool and the viewership is only about average. We’re not one of the big bulls-and-buck shows. We have solid numbers, but we are not blowing anyone out of the water. A lot of what we do is education and outreach, both on the show and off.”
    Moo flipped onto my foot, exposing his belly while flattening his backpack beneath him. I crouched down to scratch his considerable chest. “I can see why Westmound partnered with you. How long have you been doing the show?”
    “Gee, we just finished our seventh season. Time has flown by.”
    Moo was grunting and flailing his legs about on the booth floor. A few people were snickering. I pulled him to his feet. “You’ve been around for a while, then. You probably knew Cash from Hunting with Cash ?”
    “Yes, I’ve met