I found a stack of old pictures in a bin under my guest room bed last week and began reminiscing. Of particular interest were photos from my junior year of college. That was the year I spent traveling the world – first a study abroad semester in Ireland, and then an internship where I worked as a reporter in South Africa.
“So Abby, on a scale of 1-10, how awful are the winters up there?”
I got that text from a Kansas friend last week and at first, I was offended. Awful? Our winters aren’t awful, they’re wonderful. From my office, I can see the Madison Mountain Range, coated in a thick layer of snow. And I love snow.
Woodrow and I are out of shape. Like, badly out of shape. If you don’t remember, Woodrow is my horse (well, Mike’s horse, but I claim him). A few weekends ago, Mike took me into the mountains for my first elk hunt.
A few weeks ago, The Madisonian participated in the Ennis Hunters Feed. If you’re not familiar with the feed, it always takes place the afternoon before opening day of rifle season and is a chance for locals to empty out their freezers by preparing wild game dishes for the community to taste and enjoy.
I’ve always liked dogs, but I never thought of myself as a quote-on-quote dog person. My parents are definitely not dog people. When I was just a kid, I started begging for a dog. My pleas fell on deaf ears, until one day, 8-year-old Abby sat them down and explained that I knew their reasons for not wanting a pet, but that I felt like I didn’t belong in the family if we couldn’t have a dog.
I was gone all last week – Mike and I drove to Kansas, participated in one of my best friend’s wedding and spent quality time with my family. Then we turned right around and spent another 20 hours driving back.
I learned an important lesson in horsemanship two weeks ago. I learned how vital it is to always practice good rein management.
Last weekend I spent a morning at a gun range outside of Logan. By noon, I was certified to hunt in Montana. Yep, I was there for my hunter education field day.
I love my job, I really do. Occasionally, however, it gets difficult. I’m not talking about the stories I report, though whenever I have to go to court or end up at the scene of a crash, those moments are hard. No, this week, I’m talking about the fine line between press releases, news and advertising.
The sweet relief of returning home