If There’s A Rod And Reel In My Hand, This Must Be Montana

My latest Missoula Notebook column relates my ongoing efforts to become a true Montanan:

Two years into my Montana residency, I’ve already achieved journeyman status at standing next to my grill with a can of Pabst in my hand, floating down the Blackfoot on an inner tube, and reacting to every new City Council resolution by exclaiming “this is Big Brother government at its worst!” But those skills will only carry me so far. To approach true Montananness, what I really need to do is get better at killing things in the woods.

Read the rest here.

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