The first songbird to arrive on the thawing Northern Plains each spring isn’t the meadowlark. It’s the northern pintail, a graceful duck that whistles like your favorite uncle. That is, badly. Still, it’s the sound of spring across Montana’s Hi-Line and Canada’s prairie provinces. This high-pitched,...

Let us begin with a flight of imagination purely of my own making. Around the time of first European contact, a band of Indigenous hunters has camped out of the wind in a sheltered canyon in what is now southern Montana. Perhaps they are Crow...

Sweat dripped from my brow as I bent over the grass, trying to figure out what I was looking at. “You need to find the shiny green ones,” Melinda Bullshoe Kipp called to me. “Is this one?” I asked, holding up a blade of grass. “No,” she said,...

Charles Punchard arrived at the headquarters of Yellowstone National Park on July 19, 1918, with a letter in his hand. Signed by Stephen T. Mather, director of the newly formed National Park Service, the letter declared that Punchard had been hired as the agency’s first-ever...

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