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BBQ flavor. Warmed in the fire..... mmmmmmmm Vienna sausages.
Treats were post elk-spook heartbreak .Sardines and Vienna Sausages? I can't believe an elk was able to pick up your scent with those treats wafting through the air currents.
But I sure as hell don’t want the brain that comes with it. At least mine....It's a good excuse to tote my elk. What I wouldn't give for 20 yr old eyes and legs again.
It's a good excuse to tote my elk. What I wouldn't give for 20 yr old eyes and legs again.
That will work.. Heck I'll settle for 30-yr old eyes (and throw in a left knee and ankle at the same time, please)....better make that 21 Brent.
The boys are gettin' BIG!Treats were post elk-spook heartbreak .
I’m 5th generation,
Connection to place man. It's a big thing for a lot of us. Generational landscape and cultural knowledge of a place is a pretty rare commodity.Why do people always say this crap. I'm only mildly interested in what you've done, I've literately no interest in what some dude 100 years ago that shares 6.25% of your DNA did or where they may have lived.
Connection to place man. It's a big thing for a lot of us. Generational landscape and cultural knowledge of a place is a pretty rare commodity.
We don't seem to disagree on many things but this is one of them. I know for damn sure exactly what conditions my hometown gets "feet" of snow. It is a very specific set of conditions that learned from my Mom, who learned it from her father, all of us growing up within the same 1/4 section. I take a helluva lot of pride that I killed deer every year through school in the same cut between patches oak trees because my grandfather showed me the exact spot and how to hunt it. Or that the elk that winter above the house never used to, NEVER were even seen in our area, going back to the 1920s. Or that we're slowly converting from Doug Fir to White Oak, that the creek runs less that it used to. That we have less uplands birds, less coyotes, and more bobcat than we have for the last 100 years. And I didn't need WDFW to commission a study, or a university to collar a bunch of critters to tell me that.Yeah I don't buy it, I think it's just a means of trying to exclude others using something you did nothing to earn.
This isn't to say you can't be proud of your heritage or have a strong connection to a place, but announcing it like it makes your opinions or perceptive more valid is total BS. Saying you spent your whole life somewhere and know it well, I dig that and that is something to add to your resume, but where great gramps lived... that piece of trivia is just that.
We don't seem to disagree on many things but this is one of them. I know for damn sure exactly what conditions my hometown gets "feet" of snow. It is a very specific set of conditions that learned from my Mom, who learned it from her father, all of us growing up within the same 1/4 section. I take a helluva lot of pride that I killed deer every year through school in the same cut between patches oak trees because my grandfather showed me the exact spot and how to hunt it. Or that the elk that winter above the house never used to, NEVER were even seen in our area, going back to the 1920s. Or that we're slowly converting from Doug Fir to White Oak, that the creek runs less that it used to. That we have less uplands birds, less coyotes, and more bobcat than we have for the last 100 years. And I didn't need WDFW to commission a study, or a university to collar a bunch of critters to tell me that.
So when the Cali transplants move in next door and tell me they watched the news and it's going to dump snow tomorrow I know they're full of chit. They have no connection, they have no knowledge of our place. And if you want to disregard that kind of knowledge as anecdotal then we'll have to respectively agree to disagree.
Now all that being said, we ain't got no RZRs...
Congrats. Even better your son is a Montanan. mtmuleyMy four week old son must know more about Montana’s backcountry than I. After all he was born here and I wasn’t.
He’s a lucky little dude!Congrats. Even better your son is a Montanan. mtmuley