After his service as an Army Scout and guide during the Civil and Indian Wars, my great

grandfather migrated to what is now Red Lodge, Montana, where he was one of

Montana's pioneering cattle ranchers. My father and grandfather were born and

raised in Red Lodge, which sits at the foot of the

bare-tooth mountain range were both been developed an avid love for the mountains

in the wilderness. I was born in Butte, Montana and and I was raised in Missoula, where my parents passed on their love of the outdoors to my three brothers and I.

Family was the most important thing to my parents, and it showed in the lifestyle that they provided us.

Everyone should be so lucky as to have experienced the childhood that I enjoyed.

Dad had his own business and reserved weekends for family time. My earliest memories are of the weekends spent camping at one of the many lakes within an hour to a Missoula.

When I was a teenager, mom and dad bought some land on a lake in the Swan Valley,

where we built the cabin, and from that day forward, every weekend, year year round from Friday until Sunday evening,

we spent at the cabin enjoying the lake and exploring the surrounding mountains in the forest.

Lily, what are you parking at?

Lily.

That's my little junkyard dog pug.

She's a j- she'll bite your leg off.

Get them, Lily, get them. Go get that guy. Go get him. Go buy his leg off. I'm sorry. I made my first trip into the Bob Marshall

wilderness in the summer of my 14th year and what an incredible

adventure that was. My point is here is that I'm quite familiar with the

flora and fauna of Western Montana.

My first exposure to Sasquatch was when my parents took me and my brothers to see the Patterson

film as he was touring it around in the northwest.

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