Lilly Brogger,

The Lookout
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Wednesday, July 13, 2016 - 3:03pm Lilly Brogger

Basic equine safety.

One of the prettiest ways to see Montana is from the back of a horse – there's time to take in the views, stop and relax, and cover lots of ground without loud motors. With summer trail-riding upon us, and hunting season coming up, it’s extremely important to put safety first. Now, full disclosure: I'm not a trainer or expert, but I have spent the majority of my life on horseback, cowboying and starting colts. I've seen some hellacious wrecks and been in a few myself. I know how things can become dangerous in an instant. These are some basic tips for staying safe.

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Wednesday, April 6, 2016 - 12:54pm Lilly Brogger

And fearing change.

Five generations is a long time for one family to be in one place—growing up, I had to be careful to not date my cousin. My mom’s family homesteaded in the late 1800s in a one-room log cabin at the north end of what would become Gallatin County. It was a rough but breathtaking spot. Thirteen children were born in that cabin, one of which was my great-grandmother, Evaline. She married Oscar Callantine and they had my grandmother. My mom was raised in the same area up what we call Pass Creek.

Gallatin County
Same view as it ever was.

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Monday, December 7, 2015 - 3:11pm Lilly Brogger

Connecting local youth to the outdoors. 

photos by Colleen Winn

Intrigued by Big Sky Youth Empowerment’s strong connection to the outdoors, I headed to their headquarters one recent Tuesday to see what they’re all about. A huge, friendly dog and many grins greeted me at the door; the environment was immediately warm and inviting. After sitting in on a “Crux” workshop, I quickly learned the reason for all the smiling.

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Monday, November 23, 2015 - 7:51am Lilly Brogger

Elk hunting, family history, and connection.

“Take me to the place I know, where the golden ryegrass grows, and the winds of heaven do blow…”

These words organize themselves in my mind and trail off as I blunder over fallen trees in the dark, thinking of where I'm bound. Clouds of grainy snow blowing into my face, I readjust my rifle to prevent it from slipping off the shoulder of my wool jacket. Finally, we are just a few yards from the treeline where rest awaits.

The wind blows as usual, and the golden ryegrass thrashes back and forth. Shivering, I rest my gun on the shooting sticks, waiting for light. As the sun begins to rise, colors dance over the landscape, making every feature jump out, like a live topographic map. Entire hillsides become illuminated while shadows fill the void between. My dad leans up against a tree, glassing for elk. The new light casts warmth upon us, a relief from the cold that comes with hiking and sweating. 

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Wednesday, November 11, 2015 - 7:10am Lilly Brogger

Getting a bird's-eye view of Bozeman.

Heart racing, I took control of the plane. My left hand trembled on the yoke as I pushed the throttle to full power with my right, causing the plane to lurch across the runway. As we gained speed, I eased the yoke forward, lifting off the ground—we were airborne.

Though I felt like part of some top-secret mission, I was actually doing an introductory flight with Summit Aviation. As a college student, I tore a coupon out of the MSU Pocket Guide and was able to give flying a try for less than the cost of Big Sky ski pass. The plane was a little Diamond DA20, designed for training. Josh, my flight instructor, had his own yoke to keep me lined out.

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