On our latest journey.... Dad, Uncle Ed and myself find ourselves in east central Montana. Depending on who you ask in our bunch you will probably get a different answer about the shooting and the vast amount of land. Dad would say, "who pays the taxes on this much land?" and "where is all the water?" By the way the ranch we shot on was 440 sections(that's 440 square miles). Dad would continue to rant and rave about who was paying for all this land but still admiring the sheer amount of it. as far as shooting, Dad was our close range guy taking care of any varmints that starting barking at us. Uncle Ed was again mired by the sheer amount of land in front of us. the 40 mile trip, one way, one night to get fuel and food was an experience. Ed would go on to say how do you make any money off this land? The shooting for Ed was decent but certainly wanted more. As for me our long trip was very scenic and old west feeling to the end. I am of course the more prolific shooter of the bunch but also the youngest and more of the quantity not quality version. A trip I will remember for a long time.
We first enter the town of Ingomar Montana.
Ingomar claimed to be a town of 12 people, plus us 3. the Jersey Lily was a watering hole and restuarant in this town. The restaurant was actually a bank in the early 1900's. Ingomar was a prospering town in the earlier 1900's when the railroad went through and commerce thrived in the area. You would not have guessed because there was literally nothing nearby for 25 miles.
Our rustic cabin in town was in the back corner of a town that was about 4 blocks by 4 blocks of old rundown buildings and a few nicer homes.
Again, the views were so vast it was hard to take in. The view from our porch.
Dad taking his morning stroll, he was usually sitting on the porch when I got up.
Just because I took the pictures here is the inside of what was a very nice cabin. The cabin had a kitchen, bath, master bedroom, and bunk room that slept three.
Then on down to business, shooting on the first day. the weather was great and no real wind to speak of.
Dad's version of getting down to business...
We had been driving for like 10 miles, on a one lane gravel road, then over this nondescript hill this amazing view as far as the eye could see came into view. The pictures do not do it justice but I stopped and took some anyway. It's not mountains Shannon, but beautiful none the less.
On day 2 it was the best day. The weather warmed up a bit but the shooting in the morning session was good. Before I forget to mention, we were guided to 2 places each morning for the days shooting. Typically it was one in the morning and the other in the afternoon.
Break time, I brought this gazebo thing and worked really well.
And on the final day of shooting it got very hot for us and the shooting was slightly lackluster, although the long range shooting in the morning was pretty good I thought, the other guys were probably a little disappointed.
Montana was big sky country for sure. maybe a little hot for us, and maybe a little to far but everyone agreed it was worth the visit. In the end we did get to shoot some prairie dogs too.
John Milo is on the bottom in red flannel.
Oh, did I mention it was a wet and wild spring all the way to summer...
Then we hung out at home a little.
We have had a fun summer so far. we have finished some projects around the house and been out and about too. Also we had a great visit from Grandma, Grandpa and Lexi too. I will post all those great adventures in another post, but for now enjoy.
Ingomar claimed to be a town of 12 people, plus us 3. the Jersey Lily was a watering hole and restuarant in this town. The restaurant was actually a bank in the early 1900's. Ingomar was a prospering town in the earlier 1900's when the railroad went through and commerce thrived in the area. You would not have guessed because there was literally nothing nearby for 25 miles.
Our rustic cabin in town was in the back corner of a town that was about 4 blocks by 4 blocks of old rundown buildings and a few nicer homes.
Again, the views were so vast it was hard to take in. The view from our porch.
Dad taking his morning stroll, he was usually sitting on the porch when I got up.
Just because I took the pictures here is the inside of what was a very nice cabin. The cabin had a kitchen, bath, master bedroom, and bunk room that slept three.
Then on down to business, shooting on the first day. the weather was great and no real wind to speak of.
Dad's version of getting down to business...
We had been driving for like 10 miles, on a one lane gravel road, then over this nondescript hill this amazing view as far as the eye could see came into view. The pictures do not do it justice but I stopped and took some anyway. It's not mountains Shannon, but beautiful none the less.
On day 2 it was the best day. The weather warmed up a bit but the shooting in the morning session was good. Before I forget to mention, we were guided to 2 places each morning for the days shooting. Typically it was one in the morning and the other in the afternoon.
Break time, I brought this gazebo thing and worked really well.
And on the final day of shooting it got very hot for us and the shooting was slightly lackluster, although the long range shooting in the morning was pretty good I thought, the other guys were probably a little disappointed.
Montana was big sky country for sure. maybe a little hot for us, and maybe a little to far but everyone agreed it was worth the visit. In the end we did get to shoot some prairie dogs too.
