Montana Memories

[ElkHuntingPastor]

These photos are hanging up at our good friends hunting cabin above Deer Lodge, MT - From 2008. I’ve spent time up there for about as long as I can remember!
Today I’m thankful to have had a Dad who invested a passion for hunting into me; as well as all the friends who’ve played a formative part as well.
Packing animals out, smoking jerky, death hikes, truck rides, campfire stories, games of cribbage, snow storms, chaining the truck up, etc.. Special memories!

My Dad’s sick with an incurable disease these days & his hunting days are likely past & I’m now 28 with a child of my own with more on the way I’m sure. If they are interested I’m so excited to invest a love for hunting into them & also take the backseat from shooter to guide.

The Fall air always brings back so many memories.. Though life continually looks different there’s a sacredness about revisiting familiar country and reliving memories that are all so near.

Thought I’d share this post & just say I’m thankful!

The first three photos are from 2008 - The brief story is written on a cabinet door at the cabin; the last one there I proudly am in my coveralls & floppy hat with my Dad’s bull in 2009

 

[Big Sky Guy]

Hunting was cooler before fancy phones, although I do enjoy the higher quality photos we get now. Something about physical photos just makes it nostalgic. Glad you have those memories to treasure.

I have many similar photos of deer from our family farm in Ohio. Bittersweet now, mostly bitter, after my father decided $1.25M was more valuable than family. Haven't spoke in 4 years, prly never will again, but at least I have those memories and allows me to be more thankful for public lands - which likely won't be sold so can continue to hunt those grounds even if I never get to step foot on the farm again.


Don’t remember what year, 2003 or 2004. Biggest buck ever seen on farm was hit on the road by the house and the guy took him home. My grandpa was able to snap this pick as he loaded him up.



26 years ago, the first buck I ever laid hands on. Family friend Jack, great mentor who has now passed.


Probably AI, but a friend sent this to me and I appreciate the sentiment having seen the change in hunting over the past few decades.