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Pass that old Winchester down

My 13-year-old grandson Isaac shot his first pheasant last week. He was using the shotgun I’d given him last year. A Model 1200 Winchester pump, it had been a Christmas present to me from my father...

 

Considering a change

I’ve never used electronic collars on my dogs. A whistle always sufficed. But as I begin training what may well be my last bird dog, I’m considering a change. All my friends use electronic collars...

 

What about this hunting season

I wonder what this hunting season will bring. The weather and number of critters, however, aren’t foremost in my mind. The number of hunters is. If the summer months are any indication, there will...

 

The Rake Force: A New Hope

It’s not often that I weigh in on public policy. Years ago I suggested that folks who didn’t farm or ranch should live in town, limiting sprawl and taking advantage of existing infrastructure. Tha...

 

The circle of life continues

Yesterday was bittersweet. We said goodbye to a grand old dog and welcomed a new puppy into our lives. The pup’s arrival was expected, but Jem’s demise, although certainly no surprise, sure wasn...

 

I have been waiting

The sun had yet to crest the Larb Hills when I let Ace out of the truck. He hit the ground running , and like he always does, raced 50 yards down the road before turning back to join me for the hunt....

 

He still wags his tail

My dog Jem turned 14 this week. He’s the last of my dogs that became acquainted with my father, who passed away nearly 14 years ago. Now the old dog is starting to act like the old man at the end....

 

The two seasons

My life revolves around two seasons: hunting season and not-hunting season. Not-hunting season is almost over. From Sept. 1 through New Year’s I spend more days hunting than not. It’s what I do....

 

License plate discrimination

During a trip to Cooke City last week I was asked about my license plate. “Where’s 11?” the woman who brought my barbecue sandwich wanted to know. “Phillips County,” I replied. She said...

 

And I'll do it again

When I was young and full of myself there were a number of things I did that I swore I’d never quit. They were too cool, too unique, too fun. I couldn’t imagine a spring without horn hunting or a...

 

I'm a newspaper guy

I was talking to my good friend Edub last week about folks we used to work with at the Bozeman Chronicle who had gone on to work for larger newspapers. We laughed about a rookie reporter at the paper...

 

Barely presentable

I don’t know if it’s the months of social distancing or simply old age, but I’m barely presentable in public these days. My wife keeps telling me to zip up my pants. Not that I’m embarrassed t...

 

This is the end?

I grow attached to my boats. I still have the Grumman canoe I bought with paper route money when I was 14, but many others have come and gone. The pretty wooden drift boat in which I learned to row...

 

almost life as normal

I’ve spent the past few months as I usually do – fishing and gardening and mowing grass. The tomatoes are coming on, as is the corn. The fish have been biting, and twice I’ve impaled myself...

 

Stormy Heinlein

I’m concerned. The weather forecast is calling for strong storms this afternoon. Lately, even the slightest chance of inclement weather has produced some scary meteorological events. I used to...

 

An island of our own making

A lot of folks up here in north-central Montana seem to think we live on an island, that the threat posed by the pandemic doesn’t concern us. Although I don’t share those thoughts, my wife and I...

 

Call me 'Mr. Green Jeans'

I’m not a very fashionable guy. Since leaving the newspaper in Bozeman 14 years ago I’ve pretty much worn the same clothes every day. In particular, the same pants. A good friend who used to work...

 

A night in the clink due to dad

It’s not just on Father’s Day that I think of Dad. Quite often lately I think I see him before realizing it’s just the reflection of me in a mirror. I hope the stories I tell my daughters...

 

Ace in the hole

It’s finally Ace’s turn. At this time last year I still had four dogs. Two were old and retired from the hunt. One was a young up-and-comer, and then there was Ace, like Dwight Schrute, always a...

 

Upside down is distressing

I don’t like to see my boats upside down in the water. It’s distressing. When I was a kid, however, my friends and I would almost always flip my canoe. Like us, in our youth, it was unsinkable, so...

 

Bring in the drunks

Only days after the most recent snowfall, it’s finally beginning to feel like summer. But the arrival of warm weather also heralds the return of one of Montana’s more annoying species: loud,...

 

The 'eye' that got away... Oh well

After a lifetime of crying over the ones that got away, I’m finally at peace with all those lost fish. They were simply meant to be. Fishing last week with my friend Mike on the Big Dry Arm of Fort...

 

Treasure State Golden Anniversary

My how time flies. In a couple of weeks, it will be 50 years since I first arrived in Montana. Shortly after high school graduation, I headed west from my home in southern Indiana after deciding to...

 

The bear necessities

There was a time that it wasn’t spring until I spotted my first grizzly bear. While I’ve stumbled upon few grizzlies in the fall, it was April when I expected to see them. They were following the...

 
 By Parker Heinlein    Opinion    May 6, 2020

In the age deny and deflect

The more things change, the more they stay the same. I’ve seen countless before and after photos recently of clean skies over cities -- like Los Angeles -- that used to be noted for their smog....

 

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