A gentle sleep comes to an end. I open my eyes to the darkened room and in the stillness I hold my breath and listen. The voices of coyotes meet my ears. Their wails travel through the frozen trees and across the hardened snow. Their
Every ski hill has its resident long-timers. Eighty-two-year-old rancher Robert Marchesseau of Polaris is likely one of the few who can claim to have helped build his favorite ski area.
Then, brooding at the hotel in East Glacier, he overheard the conversation about wildflowers. “It won’t look like this after the sheep are allowed to eat it all up for a sack of silver,” Albright told the men. Intrigued, they encouraged him to explain. One of them, it turned out, was Walter G. Hansen, owner of a meat-packing facility in Butte, Montana.
Bowfishing is more like combining Rambo’s exploding arrowheads with a splash-filled romp through a swamp writhing in monster fish. And the results look like something out of one of those chainsaw massacre movies, but with more blood and gore.
Imagine the adrenaline rush of dashing across the solid surface in one of these ice boats, the freezing wind cutting through that third layer of down, watching the trees whizz by at lightning speeds
Sailors across the Big Sky state hoist their sails on Fort Peck Reservoir in the dusty eastern part of the state to the pristine waters of Flathead Lake in the northwest. And, although there truly are many lakes in Montana on which to set sail, we focused on two of the largest—Flathead Lake and Canyon Ferry Reservoir. Both are deservedly popular among the sailing community.
