Opinion

Deafening silence from the Montana media

Crickets are chirping throughout the forests and plains of Big Sky Country, but the sound is not announcing the long-awaited blossoming of spring in the Rockies.

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Connecting Montana to opportunity

The world is changing faster than ever before. If we want Montana to continue to be a place where you can make a living and raise a family, we must build the infrastructure we need to seize the opportunities of the modern economy.

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USCA applauds bill to establish office of the Special Investigator for Competition Matters

U.S. Senators Jon Tester (D-MT), Charles Grassley (R-IA), and Mike Rounds (R-SD) teamed up to introduce legislation that would amend the Packers and Stockyards Act to establish the Office of the Special Investigator for Competition Matters.

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Safeguarding our outdoor heritage

The rights to hunt, fish, and access our public lands are engrained in Montana’s Constitution, our state’s heritage, and in the hearts and minds of the people you elect to represent you in Helena.

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Willing to have a good-faith discussion

Dear Editor,

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Tracy Stone-Manning uniquely qualified to steward nation’s public lands

The National Wildlife Federation and 47 of its state and territorial affiliates urged the U.S. Senate to swiftly confirm Tracy Stone-Manning as director of the Bureau of Land Management so she can get to work conserving and restoring our nation’s public lands and wildlife, ensuring our natural resources are managed for the benefit of all users, and safeguarding access to our public lands for hunters, anglers, and all who enjoy the outdoors.

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The ‘C’ word

At 66 years of age there are few remnants, other than memories, of my childhood. Without a family car, I navigated the streets of Queens and Brooklyn, whose treelined sidewalks heaved from the roots of oak, maple and birch trees. For 17 years I walked the mile to attend St. Matthews Church for worship and Sunday school. I knew every rise and fall of the concrete and asphalt streets, but life was calling and I was filled with wanderlust.