Book
Description
Montana
hunters are lucky. Not lucky in hunting, but lucky in
that we hunt here, in Montana. In this book, you'll see
why. Here we hunt elk from border to border, and they're
big and wild too, just like the country they live in.
You can hunt elk for months every year, if you care to
bowhunt in the early autumn and rifle hunt later on.
But it's hard to hunt elk all that time. There's so much
other hunting to do.
We have two species of deer, and
hunting them is a passion for some and a time-honored
tradition for most of us. We also have two species of
bears, but we only hunt the black bears. We simply let
the grizzly add spice to the scenery. Many of us get
to hunt pronghorn antelope, and there is something very
special about hunting where the sky comes down almost
to the ground and the grassy seas go on and on to the
far horizon. And if you're really lucky, you can hunt moose,
bighorn sheep, and mountain goats. Where else can you
do all that?
But wait -- there's more!
Upland bird hunters think they're in heaven, for they can
whistle up their dogs for pheasants and sharptails, Huns
and sage hens, and grouse from high mountain ridges to
deep, tangled thickets. And those are small game compared
to the turkeys of the open timbered hills.
Then, when it
really gets cold, many of those same dogs will be retrieving
ducks and geese from frozen fields and icy rivers and tiny
warm spring creek where the steam boils into the arctic
air. In this book, you'll see these things and more. And
maybe you'll think that 'lucky' isn't the right word for
Montana hunters. Maybe 'blessed' is what we really are.
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