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Bozeman: is it really that bad anymore?

Buzz,
You have top quality moments and extreme crap moments as well.
Your arrogance is your glory and your gimp.

This means jack crap to you, I know. You hold your cheerleader base that follows their school yard bully.

Ease up or simply #*^@#* off. This goes for your sheep. JLS, etc that laugh along with your mocking style.
JLS, you know better.
So, it's your claim that white supremacists groups are not over represented in the northwest corner of Montana?

In all my travels, and I've traveled all over the U.S., it's the only place I've had Nazi propaganda left under the windshield wipers of my vehicle. Only place I've seen that same shit stapled to telephone poles, trees, and on bulletin boards.

Ever see the neo Nazi rallies in Superior? Fun times...

You're in denial...deep denial.
 
Almost (but not quite) as bad as the pitchered cowards was the line at Wendy’s in Bozeman yesterday. I was deterred and no spicy chicken sandwich was acquired. Montana is ruined, lost.
 
Back to Bozeman, one life choice haunts me.

We bought a house in Bozeman in the 90s (our first). Paid $129k for it. Had to move for work a year later and we sold it for $144k.

I’d love to have that choice back. I would rent that baby out and still own it. I’d either move back there in 5-6 years or sell it for a shitload of money and move somewhere else.
 
I was building a spec house in a new subdivision outside of Bozeman about 20 years ago, some inbred recent transplant hick came up to me and started grumbling about all the "black people" moving to the Gallatin valley. I told him "You know, before whiteman came to North America, there were no taxes, land was free, and women did all the work. Whiteman thought he could improve upon that."

He didn't want to talk to me after that.🙄 There are bigoted assholes everywhere, even in Bozeman
 
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I was building a spec house in a new subdivision outside of Bozeman about 20 years ago, some inbred recent transplant hick came up to me and started grumbling about all the "black people" moving to the Gallatin valley. I told him "You know, before whiteman came to North America, there were no taxes, land was free, and women did all the work. Whiteman thought he could improve upon that."

He did want to talk to me after that.🙄 There are bigoted assholes everywhere, even in Bozeman
Probably more bigoted assholes in Bozeman than you think.....
 
Doesn’t take much any more for grown men to get their feelings hurt.


Generally Buzz is spot on. This time was no exception.
 
In 1978 my job took me from NW Montana to Bozeman. We found a two year old, 3 bedroom, tri-level house on 10 acres about 3 miles outside of Bozeman for $79K. Coming from a 2 bedroom mobile home, that house was huge to us, and we had room for our 2 horses. My house payments were $400 a month, which was less that some hotel rooms in Bozeman now charge for one night.

My property is two connecting lots. My house is on the lower 3 acre lot and the back lot has a little over one acre of pasture and the rest is a hill that is too steep to climb with a 4WD truck. My annual property tax on that back lot are more than 1/4 of what I paid for it.

In 1988 I got re-married and my 1900 sf tri-level house was not big enough for my new wife and her 2 kids, so with the help of some friends and a couple hired hands, I added a 2000 sf 2 story addition to my original house. The upper floor is my Trophy Room and the windows in it's west wall overlook the Gallatin Valley. Most of Bozeman's growth has been to the south, west, and north. We have been spared on the east side, but every year the cancer grows in our direction. Every night I enjoy looking out of my front windows and seeing the distant lights of Bozeman and mostly dark farm lands with few lights in between.

I spent 30 years working at the same deck by the same window on the 3rd floor of the Federal Building in downtown Bozeman. Two of the first local people that I met when I moved here were Bill and George at the Powderhorn sporting goods store on Main street. We became good friends, shooting Trap and Skeet together every Wednesday at the Logan Range and going on hunts together from Alaska to Texas. Sadly, Bill and George have both passed, and the Powderhorn is now Schnees.

The town of Bozeman has grown into the city of BozAngles. Parking downtown is far shy of the demand, the main roads were not designed for even half of the traffic they now get, the stoplights are not syncronized or timed for an even flow of traffic, and during rush hour (most of daylight hours) it is not uncommon for a 2 or 3 cycle wait to get through.

Montana State University used to host the College National Finals Rodeo Championship. But one of the big sponsers was Copenhagen tobacco that the new Bozeman liberals didn't like so the Rodeo is no longer held here and the CNFR parade downtown has been replaced with a gay and lesbian parade. We also now have rainbow painted crosswalks.

As others have mentioned, the forest and open land around Bozeman are being hammered with the number of people that are now using them.

Two summers ago I decided to take my GF to one of the high lakes in one of the side drainages in the Gallatin River Canyon. The trailhead for that lake is at the end of an old logging road. The Forest Service quit logging that area some 20 years ago so the last 5 miles of the road is a very rough piece of sh** because there is no logging money to maintain it. The trailhead parking area was designed for maybe 20 vehicles. We counted 51 vehicles in the parking area and on the sides of the narrow road next to it. When we got up to the lake, it was almost completely lined with people camping, picnicing, fishing, and swimming. So much for a quiet wilderness experience.

Last summer, my Sister came up from Colorado to visit me. One day we took our dogs for a hike and swim at Hyalite Lake south of Bozeman. We found an isolated spot along the shore where the only person in sight was a guy fishing at least 300 yards south of us and about 100 yards from a campground to our north where we couldn't see anyone. As we were letting our dogs swim and fetch sticks from the lake, two Karens and their barking dogs came out of the campground and went to the lake shore between us and the campground.

That was fine, but then they came around the shore to us. One of their barking dogs ran toward my dog, basically attacking her. I stepped in front of my dog and put my foot between them. The Karen with that dog immediately started yelling at me not to kick her dog. Then the second Karen said that they had rented a campsite in the campground and we were intruding in "their" area, and then she got out her phone and starting videoing us. Their campsite was so far away and behind so many trees that I could barely see the color of part of their vehicle.

Karen #1 then walked up to the road to video our vehicle license plate and when she saw the Colorado plates on my Sisters car she yelled back that we were from Colorado and didn't have any right to be there. My Sister got so upset that she just wanted to go home and not on our planned hike.

I'm sure that I was living in the Bozeman area before either of those Karens were born. They are what Bozeman has become.

Long post just to say that I only go into Bozeman if I absolutely have to.
 
So, it's your claim that white supremacists groups are not over represented in the northwest corner of Montana?

In all my travels, and I've traveled all over the U.S., it's the only place I've had Nazi propaganda left under the windshield wipers of my vehicle. Only place I've seen that same shit stapled to telephone poles, trees, and on bulletin boards.

Ever see the neo Nazi rallies in Superior? Fun times...

You're in denial...deep denial.
You love to flip words when it eats you... NOTHING to do with racism, black, white, yellow, brown, green, etc.

Keep at it... You've no clue how far your head is up your ass.
 
You love to flip words when it eats you... NOTHING to do with racism, black, white, yellow, brown, green, etc.

Keep at it... You've no clue how far your head is up your ass.
I have a clue about NW Montana.

Just sayin'.
 
I have been watching this thread from its beginning wondering how the “tone“ would go. Unfortunately it has degraded to match the very topic it hoped to expose.

I did not want to get involved on this topic but due to the last couple of pages of complete $&*! posts, I felt I needed to weigh in. Probably more for me than any of you reading this.

Here goes:
1. I live in Bozeman, have for over 35 years.
2. Met my wife and married her, still married to her for over 35 years.
3. Went to college in Bozeman. Go Cats!
4. Raised two boys in Bozeman. Now strong young men protecting our country from enemies we don’t know.
5. Both of my sons attended MSU.
6. My wife was born in Bozeman.
7. My family protects the highways in and around Bozeman/Missoula.
8. Work for a local company for the last 35 years, in Downtown Bozeman. (don't preach to me about parking)
9. Blood, sweat and tears to buy our first home in Bozeman, now on our 4th and last home.(probably won’t be able to afford the next one)
10. I have buried a few friends in Bozeman.
11. I was at ground zero when the blast hit downtown Bozeman.
12. I have some very wonderful friends in Bozeman. (Not many left but still a small group of solid good, salt of the earth people)
13. I would meet friends at the Bungalow Drug store and enjoy catching up, in Bozeman.
14. Chased Elk behind the Triple Tree Ranch. Bluff charged by the biggest black bear I have ever seen.
15. Chased some Monster Mule Deer Bucks above the tree line in the Bridgers.
16. I miss the Powder Horn with George & the boys.
17. I remember when Huffine was two lanes AND was gravel.
18. 19th street stopped at Durston and turned into a field
…….etc.

I could keep going but I think that my point has been made. Bozeman is my home of choice, for now.

I don’t like some of the changes that have happened but realize that cause and effect is always at work. The pendulum has swung so far to the left in Bozeman that it feels stuck. Other days it can seem as if it is moving back…but never quite gets going.

Yes, the traffic sucks! Yes, the road rage is ridiculous! Yes, the entitlement attitude of our new residents is exhausting! Yes, the hunting sucks for a 100 mile radius around Bozeman compared to earlier times! Yes, with every subdivision added there is a push for the “new“residents to make this place just like the place they fled! Yes, my own sons will never be able to afford to come back and live in their home town! Yes, all the tax rumors are true, through the roof.

We choose to keep living here for the friends, family, coworkers & neighbors, what little are left. We choose to live here for the beauty unique only to Bozeman. We keep choosing to live here in hopes to see the pendulum start to move the other direction…because it always does, eventually….God willing.

It feels like forever that the winds of change have been blowing hot and dry in our face for the last few years here in Bozeman. We long for a shift in the wind to the back like a cool, mountain thermal coming up from the valley floor….maybe….someday.
 
I have been watching this thread from its beginning wondering how the “tone“ would go. Unfortunately it has degraded to match the very topic it hoped to expose.

I did not want to get involved on this topic but due to the last couple of pages of complete $&*! posts, I felt I needed to weigh in. Probably more for me than any of you reading this.

Here goes:
1. I live in Bozeman, have for over 35 years.
2. Met my wife and married her, still married to her for over 35 years.
3. Went to college in Bozeman. Go Cats!
4. Raised two boys in Bozeman. Now strong young men protecting our country from enemies we don’t know.
5. Both of my sons attended MSU.
6. My wife was born in Bozeman.
7. My family protects the highways in and around Bozeman/Missoula.
8. Work for a local company for the last 35 years, in Downtown Bozeman. (don't preach to me about parking)
9. Blood, sweat and tears to buy our first home in Bozeman, now on our 4th and last home.(probably won’t be able to afford the next one)
10. I have buried a few friends in Bozeman.
11. I was at ground zero when the blast hit downtown Bozeman.
12. I have some very wonderful friends in Bozeman. (Not many left but still a small group of solid good, salt of the earth people)
13. I would meet friends at the Bungalow Drug store and enjoy catching up, in Bozeman.
14. Chased Elk behind the Triple Tree Ranch. Bluff charged by the biggest black bear I have ever seen.
15. Chased some Monster Mule Deer Bucks above the tree line in the Bridgers.
16. I miss the Powder Horn with George & the boys.
17. I remember when Huffine was two lanes AND was gravel.
18. 19th street stopped at Durston and turned into a field
…….etc.

I could keep going but I think that my point has been made. Bozeman is my home of choice, for now.

I don’t like some of the changes that have happened but realize that cause and effect is always at work. The pendulum has swung so far to the left in Bozeman that it feels stuck. Other days it can seem as if it is moving back…but never quite gets going.

Yes, the traffic sucks! Yes, the road rage is ridiculous! Yes, the entitlement attitude of our new residents is exhausting! Yes, the hunting sucks for a 100 mile radius around Bozeman compared to earlier times! Yes, with every subdivision added there is a push for the “new“residents to make this place just like the place they fled! Yes, my own sons will never be able to afford to come back and live in their home town! Yes, all the tax rumors are true, through the roof.

We choose to keep living here for the friends, family, coworkers & neighbors, what little are left. We choose to live here for the beauty unique only to Bozeman. We keep choosing to live here in hopes to see the pendulum start to move the other direction…because it always does, eventually….God willing.

It feels like forever that the winds of change have been blowing hot and dry in our face for the last few years here in Bozeman. We long for a shift in the wind to the back like a cool, mountain thermal coming up from the valley floor….maybe….someday.
Wonder if our paths crossed.
Similar path.
 
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