We grew up in the lower Madison Valley of southwest Montana on a small, commercial red angus ranch. To call us feral would be an understatement. We spent days on end running through the hills and exploring the backchannels of the river. When we couldn't escape Dad's reach, we were pinned down irrigating, putting up hay, working cows, or prepping our steers for the summer fair. We didn't have much, but we had everything we needed and an unforgettable childhood experience.
Turns out my future wife was living just down the road, carrying on with much the same country life I was. The neighbors at that end of the valley could argue they were a bit more wild than us, not sure I could fully dispute. We'd cross paths at random events at the Madison school house and every summer at the county fair in Bozeman. When lucky, I'd see her at the Three Forks Rodeo, the ultimate local summer event.
Nearly 30 years on we've carved out a life. It doesn't necessarily fit the script we may have envisioned when running wild across the valley, but we're blessed with a healthy family, memories of our past, and dreams of the future. We hope you enjoy your Whiskey Sunglasses, and that you are able to share good times and make great memories while looking through them. So, as Willie said "Here's to the good times, we're gonna have some more."
