We’ve all been there. You show a buddy a picture of your
latest buck. His first question: “What’d he score?” The quantity of antler and
horn has become established shorthand for the relative value of the animals
that carry headgear.
Even those hunters who understand that there’s more to a
hunt than a Boone and Crockett or Pope & Young score routinely assess the
dimensions of an animal with a number. There’s a reason: it’s a yardstick that
we all know and recognize, even if we don’t always recall how a trophy’s score
is calculated. We like numbers. We like rankings. In that way, a buck’s B&C
score is like a thermometer. It’s one thing to say to your buddy, “It’s nice
out. Sunny and warm and seems like a great day.” It’s another to say, “It’s 72
Continue reading McKean Minute: TPI – A New Way to Measure Hunting Trophies
Last week in this space I told you about our Hi-Line Sportsmen group and the third annual fundraising party we threw last month. A couple hundred of our neighbors packed into the St. Raphael’s Catholic Church gym here in Glasgow to eat prime rib and bid on guns, donated art, and sporting goods.
By the time we paid for the firearms (purchased at our local gun shop), the bartenders, and the kids who helped serve food and clean tables, we were left with a pretty good balance of cash. That’s the idea. Hi-Line Sportsmen exists to put the funds we raise back on the ground in our community to help with everything from processing venison donated to our local food bank to funding boat docks at fishing access sites in our county.
Continue reading McKean Minute: Grassroots Conservation – A User’s Manual
We had a party last Saturday night here in my hometown of Glasgow, Mont. A couple hundred folks showed up at the Catholic Church gym. We ate tasty prime rib roasted by members of the Knights of Columbus. We drank beer, including a smooth amber ale from our local brewery, the Busted Knuckle. Glasgow High School students and their parents served food and cleaned tables to help fund this spring’s trip to Washington, D.C.
This wasn’t just a small-town social event, though. We were gathered with a purpose. It was the third annual fundraising banquet for the Hi-Line Sportsmen, and on a night when the west wind howled, blowing around a foot of drifty snow and sending temps well below zero, inside the warm church, we raised a trove of money by auctioning or raffling guns, homemade knives, donated hardware, and even leftover prime rib.
Continue reading McKean Minute: A Recipe for Local Conservation – Pt. 1