It had been years, 8 to be exact, since I had stepped foot in Montana. Having gone to college at the University of Montana in Missoula, I was thrilled to return to wear my photography career I reckon really began. It was interesting to reflect on why and how I ended up there, and how it was such a good time and place for me to be then. Looking back and seeing how much life has changed since those days… I think I left some stuff behind this past week. And that’s a good thing.
Matt and I flew in to Bozeman and drove up to Son’s ranch, north of Bozeman near the Crazy Mountains, to a town called Martinsdale.
under the bigsky
We hunted out of an old mink shed; protected from the weather, hidden from the candy land of deer activity below.
the view from above
11 pointed horned deer
Then one day we decided to wake up really early and go look for Elk in the freezing cold. It was awesome… I’m a huge fan of 4 wheelers and was really impressed to be able to drive these any where… I’ll probably get a couple one day. Way too much fun.
glassing for Elk
the river bottoms ranch
thanks for the fatal landscapes and wicked weather Montana… I’ll be back to fish this summer.