Spring & Summer 2009 Feature Articles

Adventures Close to Home

Written By David Long       Photography By Heidi Long      

THERE'S BEEN DIRT UNDER MY FINGERNAILS since they were long enough to hold it. Walking the hills, exploring the woods, hunting, fishing, climbing, skiing and boating, I’ve grown (dare I say it) to love my time spent outdoors. But through the years, for mysterious reasons, I’ve neglected my own backyard. I live in northwestern Montana after all — only a…


Building a Legacy: the Ruby Habitat Foundation

Written By Matthew P. Mayo       Photography By Jennifer Smith-Mayo      

CRAIG WOODSON, NEWSPAPER PUBLISHER AND LIFELONG OUTDOORSMAN, had fished all over the world, from New Zealand to Russia to Argentina, by the time he and his wife, Martha, began visiting Southwest Montana’s Ruby River Valley in the mid-1980s. And it wasn’t long before they focused their sights on finding a home they could retire to on their newly found homewater.…


The River of No Return: It’s Just Stuff

Written By Ryan Friel       Photography By Bob Knoebel      

I AM TIRED. It is midnight. I have been following the winding black asphalt paralleling the Selway River in Idaho for hours, driving from Whitefish, Mont., to Grangeville, Idaho, and the Lower Salmon River where I am to rendezvous with a group of boaters. I’m here to report on this storied river where over seven days, we plan to float,…


In Search of Montana Horse Racing

Written By Sid Gustafson       Photography By Anne Sherwood      

HORSE RACING IS THE MOST ANCIENT of sports. The connection between human and horse endures, a partnership with nature to prevail over one’s rival. Sport of Kings, as the saying goes, Sport of Indians in Montana. Today’s horse racing sustains the mystique — the tradition, the history, the notion of a winner and a loser determined by connection to the power…


Uniting Color

Written By Seabring Davis       Photography By Steven Akre      

Man and nature are not as disconnected  As you may believe


Crossing the Stream

Written By Toby Thompson       Photography By Lester Kish       Photography By Todd Kaplan      

THE CREEK WAS MILKY with snowmelt and ash, and too fierce to cross. We eyed it, backpacks stooping us, and did not speak. The creek bisected a meadow brilliant with spring flowers, but a burned-over forest with blackened lodgepoles girdled it. “Water’s too high,” I said. Rick, grunted. We were four miles from the trailhead, but wanted at least six…