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I’ve relocated myself to the land of runners, bikers, artists, business owners, cowboys, hippies, partied-out college students, and more. Bozemanites, you silly folks.
I was offered a job with a successful multi-business owner here that I couldn’t pass up. During the week, I spend my time with him filming, editing, marketing, blogging, and much more. My weekend/evening warrior spirit is still strong and I’m enjoying exploring the greatest unknowns of the Bozeman, MT area.
Conclusion: I love Bozeman!
Look for more adventures from Enter Adventure coming soon from the land of Bozemanites! It’s truly an outdoor Mecca here! We’re now on Instagram too, so check out @enter_adventure there! Take care and venture on! Cheers
I recently wrote a passage for a college writing course that I felt fitting to share with you all. The assignment was characterization through objects, focusing on the objects that different people carry in a fictitious story and how those objects shape who they are. My itch for the upcoming hunting season was the drive of this story, along with personal struggle and growth. I hope you enjoy.
By Scott Mathson
This was the moment this group of men had been waiting for all year long. The morning started very early, 4:30 a.m., and the day was sure to be long. The sun was warmer than weeks prior and it felt more like mid-July summer rather than mid-October fall. Hunting season had arrived and two men trotted deeper into the Lolo National Forest, high above Lolo Creek.
John wasn’t used to carrying this much weight on his back. The pack must have weighed damn near seventy pounds. Sitting in his cubicle twelve months of the year had reversed his physical preparation for this; this hike was hell for him. Sure, he probably didn’t need certain things like the surplus (three plus gallons) of water he was packing or the clunky, old backup tent. He stared jealously at Allen’s new REI, two-man tent packed on his back with ease. John did carry sentimental items such as the empty 30-06 bullet casing that he shot his first deer with some thirty years prior; it was his good luck item, in a sense. Allen had been training for the hunting season nearly all year long. He had used this particular mountain as his treadmill for the past ten months (every other weekend, when his kids weren’t visiting him). He had been doing well with work lately and had treated himself to some new hunting/backpacking gear. His olive green, Osprey backpack was lightly loaded with the essential items for this hunt. His Nalgene, sunscreen, binoculars, bug repellant, bear spray, water purifier, and granola bars were all very accessible. The bear spray hung from a lime green carabiner on the left strap of this backpack. This hunt was going to be successful, he could feel it deep in his bones. The air was crisp, not muggy and the sun was sitting right where they needed it to be on time for camp setup.
John caught Allen’s attention by whistling a high pitch, yet quiet tone.
“Hey man, s—hit. . .can. . .rest!?”
Allen chuckled and shook his head, saving his breath. They both opened up their differing backpacks, John reaching for his leftover Subway sandwich nestled deep inside the pack. He took an enormous bite and gestured to Allen, offering him some. Allen shook his head, reaching into his new backpack. He pulled out the accessible granola bars, unwrapped one and made sure to place the wrapper back in the garbage compartment the backpack offered.
John reached into his wool rich pants’ left pocket (much too hot of a day for those bastards) and pulled out an orange lighter he had carried with him for the past three years. Trying to quit smoking was a royal bitch, but John knew he was stronger than the nicotine. He lit the orange, chipped lighter four times in his nervous, ritualistic way. He thought of why this was important to him and his family and stuck the lighter back in the grey, wool pants.
The men knew the time wasn’t going to take a break for them and that they must make camp before the fall sun set, around five. Their pace has nearly doubled since their twenty minute afternoon siesta. John was shaking his head, in the rear of the parade. Allen reached into his pocket, pulled out a wrinkled photo of Samantha and smiled. His ex-wife, Samantha was and will always be the love of his life. He awed at her blonde, curling hair in the photo, the blue of her eyes seeming heavenly. His thoughts traveled back five years, as his feet traveled mile after mile deeper into the forest.
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Well it has been quite some time since I’ve written on here, hasn’t it!? Life has been good, good and busy. Although I haven’t been getting out of doors as much as I’d like this Summer, I have been working hard at my day job and with Whiskey Wood Creations. I treated myself to a kayak, after my girlfriend received one from her parents as a gift. We have gone out with friends and floated the Bitterroot River near Missoula as well as paddled around Seeley Lake in search of northern pike (missed some big bastards – the hit or bite got that fishing adrenaline pumping). I am still getting used to this craft and am feeling more comfortable and balanced with each outing.
The day before purchasing my kayak – floated the Bitterroot tube-style.
Loaded up on the ol trailer – My kayak on the left, girlfriend’s on the right.
Sometimes you’ve got to snap a river selfie.
Getting ready to go out on a wavy Seelely Lake, MT with my new yak.
I purchased an Emotion Guster 10′ Kayak and would highly recommend it to any other beginning kayakers – it handles smoothly, is stable and very comfortable. I wanted to reconnect with my readers and share a couple of photos from my recent kayaking adventures this Summer. I hope all is well in your neck of the woods and Adventure On!
Recommended Kayaking gear (click images to view details):
Hello fans and friends of Enter Adventure! Behold I have not or am not deserting you, I am simply focusing my time and attention on a different site and store that I run: Whiskey Wood Creations. I run an Etsy store selling unique and custom home decor and furniture pieces made of reclaimed and recycled lumber.
I am writing this quick note to you from mobile, so please dismiss the unorganized layout and post. If you feel impelled to, go on ahead and check out the things I have a’brewin over at WWC (Whiskey Wood Creations). Follow the links nested above or visit socially through Twitter, Pinterest, and Facebook @WhiskeyWoodCrea and http://facebook.com/WhiskeyWoodCreations
Nicer weather is just around the corner and you can bet your sweet self that I’ll be tossing some lines in the river, so stay tuned for more adventure to come here at Enter Adventure. For now, I’ll be shivering in my little “shop” making some sweet, custom, rustic pieces for customers on Etsy.
Thanks for the loyalty and I hope all is well for you.
Mosquitno bands and stickers come tightly sealed in elaborate and good looking packaging. From the very first instant I held these in hand I knew I was going to be pleased with the product. First impressions are really everything, are they not!?
The real test came when I cracked the seal on the packaging of the bands and tried them on. Besides a nice fit, the bands do not expel a ridiculous odor that most mosquito and big repellents do. This leads me to think, as I later found to be true, that Mosquitno is using environmentally and human friendly bug repellents! I’ll admit that testing a product like this in the middle of a Montana winter is next to impossible, for the fact that there are no Mosquitos or other annoying bugs of its kind around on 15 degree outings. Although I didn’t get to test the true functionality of the product due to a major lack of bugs, I can assure you that aesthetics and packaging are amazing!
Facts and Features
“• All-natural citronella infused wristband
• Repels mosquitoes, flies, gnats, no-see-um bugs
• Lasts for 6 days or 150 hours of exposure!
• Resealable package to preserve effectiveness when not in use
• Non-toxic, DEET-free, waterproof” –Mosquitnoband.com
I cannot wait to wear these all-natural bug repellent bands on my next fly fishing or camping outing. Be sure to check out their website @ http://www.mosquitnoband.com/ and https://www.facebook.com/Mosquitno
Whats better than seeing old friends, grabbing a beer at your local brewery, and celebrating your official twenty first birthday!? Going on a hike in the Rattlesnake National Recreation Area! A lot can be said about and reminisced on this big birthday and milestone in my life. The best moments for me was having my whole family visit my neck-of-the-woods, seeing old friends, and being able to spend some time out of doors exploring the Big Sky state. Oh yes: a few legal beers were had too and being twenty one made them taste that much hoppy-er!
The Rattlesnake National Recreation Area and Wilderness or RNRAW is a beautiful area in this wonderful state of Montana. Dispersed beyond the trail heads and deeper into the back-country are beautiful lakes, eight of which have been dammed up by the Montana Power Company. Their intentions are good though and this has supplied water to the city of Missoula since the early 1900s. The Montana Power Company did however purchase all private land in the upper west-side Rattlesnake Creek drainage. Congress proceeded to pass a bill in the 1980s establishing this area the Rattlesnake NRA and Wilderness that, at the time, was over one third privately owned. Three short years later the United States Forest Service took ownership of over 21,000 acres from the Montana Power Company and deemed their portion public along with the 7,000+ acres of already established public land for you and me to enjoy.
There are at least two stories, if not more, of how the Rattlesnake Creek got its name. The first being that a man in the early 1800s was out gathering firewood along this creek when a rattlesnake struck and bit him. This sorry bastard was later was found dead in the creek from the rattlesnake’s poisonous venom. Another popular version suggests that Rattlesnake Creek got its name from the earliest settlers of this land: the Salish Native American tribe’s word, “Kehi-oo-le“, which directly translates to rattlesnake. I personally, have never come into contact with a rattlesnake up the creek, but have pulled a trout or two from its waters.
I took some photos of my friends and I exploring on this beautiful October day of my birth:
About a week ago, I grabbed my girlfriend’s film camera and decided I was going to bring that along on a grouse hunt. Well, I was so fascinated by capturing moments in nature on that old 35mm film camera, that the hunt quickly turned into a photography session in Lolo National Forest. I learned one big thing flipping through the images after they were done being developed: that I need to practice more, figure out how to correctly focus and learn more about using the F-stop and Shutter speeds correctly. Oh! I might want to attach a flash next time I go out at dusk too.
Needless to say, I am happy with how a couple of the photos that I took turned out. I wanted to share those with you on here. This technically could be considered a part 2 or extension of my “A Bridge to be Admired” post since the photos were taken that same day.
I personally love the grainy, lo-fi quality of this picture and scene.
I am truly having fun in the nature of Montana and love sharing that with you readers here on Enter Adventure! Thanks for checking out my posts and consistently liking and giving me feedback. I am going to start bringing this film camera out more on my outings and capture moments with that rather then the iPhoneography method that I’ve been using up until this point.
I hope this beautiful autumn season is treating everyone fine and that you find yourselves basking in its offerings. I know that for me personally, I am going to most importantly focus on getting outside more then I have been! Life is going really swell and I am working two flexible part time jobs now that allow me more time to enjoy life and not be stuck wasting my time in long traffic commutes. I feel that happiness is very important and that it can be overseen at times. So get out there, enjoy life and your time on this earth, and venture on! Cheers.