No matter the month, it is somehow always hunting season. Early season antelope, big game, mountain lion, waterfowl, bear – nearly every day of the year can be spent hunting in Montana.
Another trip around the sun
Whether you celebrate Christmas or Chanukah, another holiday or nothing at all, this time of the year is full of traditions.
That’s why I asked our staff – Erin, Susanne and Caitlin – to each write a short paragraph about how they celebrate the season with their friends and families. Here’s what they had to say.
Basketball is life in Kansas. Where I grew up, going to a University of Kansas (KU) Jayhawks basketball game was a kind of a religious experience. James Naismith, the inventor of basketball, founded the KU basketball program in 1898. The atmosphere at Allen Fieldhouse, where the Jayhawks play their home games, is raucous and contagious. Whether you’re by the student section (wild!) or sitting in comfortable seats right behind the bench, you’re one with the fans and invested in the team.
“Rock, chalk, Jayhawk, KUUU-uuuuuu!”
A busy hunting season drew to a close on Nov. 29 and now the real work begins. Mike and I process our own meat, which I think is really cool, but quite the undertaking.
A time for thanks … and family
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.