Sweet Pea Parade

Aug 06 Saturday
10 AM
Downtown Bozeman
Fairs & Festivals
Bozeman Region

Sweet Pea Run

Aug 06 Saturday
7 AM
Main St.
Fairs & Festivals
Bozeman Region

The Search for “The One”

By Kristen Berube

The quest to find our one true “person” is the most common search that man-kind is driven by, but hunters have an entire different meaning of, “THE ONE”. Yes, they think love and all that ooey-gooey stuff is great. I mean when they find their human “ONE”, they have a captive audience for all of their epic hunting stories, someone obligated to lie about the size of that mediocre fish they landed, and someone to snuggle up with in their buffalo robes…Sounds pretty great, right?
 

But what I am talking about is the beast that is unaware that a drooling outdoorsman is driving, scouting, hiking, over-thinking, spying, spotting and basically hyperventilating at the mere sight of it’s presence. The outdoorsman is the ultimate stalker. Makes me kind of wonder what the outdoorsman did to me, that I didn’t know about, when he decided I was his human “ONE”… It really is a bit unsettling.
 

It is the time of year when the outdoorsmen are getting amped up for September and their excitement literally can be cut with a knife. I can sense the tension, the anxiety, the excitement, and the determination brewing when I am in their presence and they are talking about their search for “THE ONE” that they will make theirs this fall. These poor bucks and bulls have no idea that they are being stalked. They are on a green grass vacation without a worry in the world. Little do they know, there has been an imaginary target imprinted on their booty.
 

Every time the outdoorsman looks at them, all he sees is a target. I must admit, it is disturbing when he is constantly mumbling about the number antler points, big spreads, shiny coats, and big beauties. I mean, why isn’t he mumbling about my shiny hair and long legs? It is somewhat weird that when the outdoorsman looks at his new found obsession he closes his eyes and smiles...I think that when he looks at the trophy he is envisioning a successful hunt and rubbing himself all over the antlers of his love once he has conquered him. Creepy…
 

Have you ever been around a male dog when there is a female dog in heat? The male stops eating, can’t stop panting, will not stop dry humping the air, can’t sleep, and their eyes are glazed over in their quest to get lucky. This is pretty much a perfect description of the way hunters act when they are looking for “THE ONE”. Thankfully once he is lucky enough to find “THE ONE” that he deems worthy of his attentions, he become semi-normal again. And by semi-normal, I mean that he is only getting up at 5 a.m. every other morning to go and spy on his new love, he begins eating again and stops panting most of the time. Disturbingly enough, he still begins dry humping the air when he is peeping on his love through his spotting scope…His eyes stay glazed over well into hunting season until they transform into red and bloodshot with exhaustion from the endless hiking and early mornings.
 

I am not really sure if the outdoorsman is crazier in the pre-season or in the actual season. Every year, the depth of the obsession surprises me. He hides it well for a couple months, once the velvety antlers appear, the hunting monster crawls out and is in full force. This monster has found his target; he cannot and will not be stopped or distracted. He is on a mission. God help us all.
 

Kristen BerubeKristen Berube lives a crazy, laugh-filled life with her outdoorsman husband Remi and their three camo-clad children in Missoula, Montana. A graduate of Montana State University and the Northern Alberta Institute of Technology, she loves being a mom and enjoys hiking, fishing, and camping. “Confessions of a Camo Queen: Living with an Outdoorsman” is her first book.
 

It is available for purchase at:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/1560376287/ref=tsm_1_fb_lk

A Month In

By Matt Condon

Hard to believe, but I've been in Montana for over a month now. Even harder to believe, I am still in love with the scenery around here. There's always a new spot to see, always another mountain to gaze at, always another angle to see Lake McDonald. Plus, my beard is starting to grow in nicely… sorta.
 

The workload seems to be steadily increasing, more phone calls throughout the day, more to do when the phone isn't ringing, more upset customers when you can't accommodate their 300 pound uncle. But I still love the people I work with, and the environment is hand over fist better than the Army (for one thing, there's horses everywhere). By the end of the work day I'm tired and don't have a lot of energy, but I feel a sense of accomplishment, a sense that what I'm doing actually amounts to something more than just making my boss happy. Tangible results.


And oh the trails!


There's so many around here, it's hard to choose just one. I recently hiked up to Sperry Chalet, about six miles east of Lake McDonald. The same trail is used by one of our corrals on a daily basis to haul people and supplies up to the hiker's resort located atop a gorgeous view. Built in 1913, the Chalet serves as a hub for hikers along the various trails around the glacier and offers rooms, dinner, and friendly conversation.


The first time I visited the Chalet was on horseback during the company ride, days before the wranglers started taking guests up to the chalet. Before this particular ride, I'd ridden only once in about 10 years… and that was about week before when my parents came up for the Fourth. At 6.5 miles one-way, you spend about three hours in the saddle, which is tiresome for most new riders. Needless to say I was sore the next day.


The views from the Chalet are simply breathtaking. On a clear day you can see Lake McDonald, the Apgar Lookout, and several other smaller hills and mountains to the east. The best part though, mountain goats. As soon as we tied up the horses, there was a family of them wandering around the grounds, three adults and two kids. I inadvertently may have spooked them a little as I was trying to pull my phone out of my pocket to get a picture. What can I say I was excited.


After experiencing the trail by horseback, I decided the only logical thing to do is to hike up with a test load. In hindsight, this might have been a slight mistake. I've hiked longer trails with steeper climbs, but I don't remember them specifically. After being frustrated by the pictures my phone was taking, I took my good camera, and the Ridgewalker Brewing Company growler I had. I figured there might be one or two decent pictures that they might want. Total my pack weighed right around 25 pounds with about two days worth of food, three liters of water, and most of my base weight gear.
 

The first two-thirds of the trail is relatively flat, a little steep in the beginning but then levels out for the next two or three miles.


Then the fun starts. The first serious switchback starts at mile 4 and slowly gets steeper until about mile 6.25. If you combine Stairway to Heaven and Highway to Hell into one song, the music video could and should be filmed along this trail. It's absolutely gorgeous, but it's hard to catch your breath. I'm still not sure if it was the views or the hike that took my breath away.


I hiked the first four miles in about an hour, and the last two in about the same time. Of the 3,300 feet in elevation gain, 2,000 are in the last two miles and you feel every step. You feel each step even more when you realize you forgot to put a memory card in your camera.

 

But the view from the top made it all worth it… that and the lunch at the Chalet. Not the least bit decadent, the soups and sandwiches at the top of the trail hit the spot.
 

The real treat of the Chalet is the people who work there. Those in the dining room, always with a  smile, always with a kind word or friendly conversation. It's truly inspiring to see a group of people who love what they do, love helping people, and sacrifice so much to make others' trips to the wilderness that much more enjoyable.
 

People might say, of course they love their job, look at where they work. To which I would reply, look at where they work. There's no cell service, no roads, no cars, no medical facility, limited human contact. The only people you can be yourself around are the same people you have to work with, the same people you see day in and day out. In a lot of ways they are sacrificing so much for so little. They simply love to see other people smile.
 

It is one of the most beautiful things I've seen since I've moved here, and I continually see it in the people I work with and the people I see. Montana may truly be the whole package.
 

Keep your feet moving

 

Army Veteran, outdoor enthusiast, writer, and world traveler. This blog will give a small glimpse into my travels, experiences, and insights while hiking through the West Glacier Mountains, thru hiking the Te Araroa in New Zealand and wherever life decides to take me. 

Amy Helm Concert

Aug 13 Saturday
Live from the Divide
Live Music & Concerts
Bozeman Region

Amy Helm Concert

Aug 11 Thursday
Center Stage @ Town Center Park
Live Music & Concerts
Bozeman Region