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The Original Man: The Life and Work of Montana Architect A.J. Gibson
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| Rafael Chacón’s definitive biography of an unsung architect |
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| By Brian D'Ambrosio |
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A.J. Gibson is one of Montana’s most beloved and famed architects. Paradoxically, he is at least as far as the scant written historical record goes also its most unsung. In fact, the only biographical material related to Gibson’s life published before September’s release of Hipólito Rafael Chacón’s The Original Man: The Life and Work of Montana Architect A.J. Gibson, was part of a multivolume set released in 1914.
Therefore, when Rafael Chacón, an art historian and University of Montana professor of art history and art criticism, began to conduct research for a book about this recognizable and influential figure, there was a lot less material available than what he was expecting to find.
“Historians and the press have dropped the ball on architects and their value and importance to the life of the state,” says Chacón, who first learnt of Gibson while researching Spanish architecture in Montana more than 8 years ago. “I think of architecture as more significant than painting and sculpting, because it has the potential to reach more people in a much more public way. I wanted to pay respect to one of the great designers of the space we inhabit.”
Chacón believes that A.J. Gibson (1862-1927) deserves a book of this stature. Indeed, Gibson was the quintessence of the great western story; he typified what one man could do with an abundance of enterprise, willfulness, and desire, and he repeatedly demonstrated the initiative, dynamism, and excitement required to urbanize and modernize the west. He is a classic western figure from the Progressive Era in Montana and the Northwest.
From the University of Montana to the Missoula County Courthouse, Gibson’s architectural legacy in Missoula is ubiquitous. A fact made all the more remarkable when considering that he had no formal training as an architect.
“What made him exceptional was that he was a guy with a 6th grade education who graduated from carpentry, building, and contracting to architecture without any licensure or professional training. He lived in a time when that was possible. He was practical about architecture. He believed in learning the craft from the bottom up, from carpentry all the way up. Gibson thought that one had to have practical knowledge of the field in order to be good.
“The buildings here on campus,” continues, Chacón “their entire pattern and design style owes a tremendous debt to Gibson. He built the first five buildings, and he established an architectural style and language, one that still continues.”
In the two decades that Gibson lived there (1889-1909), Missoula evolved from a crude boom and bust, a makeshift, if not hazardous, place, to a well-planned, well-organized, beautiful location. He and wife, Maud, married in Missoula in 1889, the year that Montana gained entrance to the Union as the 41st state.
“When Gibson arrived in the late 1880s,” says Chacón, “Missoula was still a pretty rough place; it had a few bad fires because the architecture was wood. Most of the city was made up of wood frames and log buildings. There were very few brick and stone buildings.”
As Missoula’s population increased, major industries developed, including logging and agricultural sectors, and the town became a hub for the railroads. Gibson’s talents intersected with a place that had to be rebuilt out of more substantive materials. Urban planning now needed to be much more substantial than in previous years and much more reflective of urban patterns back east. He became a major principal in the designing of durable brick and stone buildings, well-appointed houses, and new neighborhoods on the south side.
“At that time (1880s-1890s), Missoula was a fully-functioning town, but it still had much of the character of your typical western town, the mud streets, wooden sidewalks, bars and bordellos everywhere. By the time A.J. Gibson left, there was electricity, street cars, automobiles, paved roads, sidewalks, it was a different place.”
In 1895, the building of a commercial corner known as Gibson Block (now Higgins and Broadway) ushered in the beginning of Missoula’s urban epoch. It catalyzed national architectural advancements, business trends, and societal changes.
“In the early 1890s,” says Chacón, “Gibson decided to build a downtown office at the northeastern corner of Higgins and Broadway, called Cedar Street. It was to be the most important intersection of downtown Missoula and it still is. It had office spaces, rentable space, a general store, and some boarding rooms. He gambled on that location, and it turned out to be a smart choice. It gave him a front row seat.”
People who know the name A.J. Gibson are familiar with his more famous achievements, they know the courthouse, the campus buildings, and the great big, neoclassical columns of the Daly Mansion (the state’s largest private home), as well as the fancy cornices which decorate the elegant commercial buildings of downtown Hamilton. Nevertheless, even the most ardent admirer of Gibson’s artistry must have some trouble grasping the prolific nature of his talent and professionalism, or find it difficult to distinguish authentic Gibson constructions from commonly misattributed ones. (Many buildings mistakenly attributed to Gibson over the years had been designed by Ole Bakke, an associate he greatly influenced.)
“The problem for me,” says Chacón, “was that there were so many competing lists about what he had actually done, and so much wrong information out there. What I wanted to do here was actually clear the record as to what Gibson did and didn’t do. When I started this project, there were 44 buildings in Missoula, and a handful outside of Missoula, documented as being Gibson’s.
“We now know that there were at least 144 designs, if not as many buildings. That’s amazing for a person who practiced architecture for just 20 years. The drawings at the (University’s Mansfield) K. Ross Toole Archives are the definitive argument that there were more buildings designed here by Gibson than at first thought. His opus has expanded greatly. This is as close to a definitive list as we can get right now. The list is bound to change as people see more of Gibson’s documents and descriptions.”
The Missoula County Courthouse is often described as Gibson’s greatest masterpiece, and the apex of his talent. In many ways, at least as far as aesthetic design and construction are concerned, it is certainly one of his most glorious achievements. However, in terms of his career and life, it was a lowly and sour point.
“There was a lot of controversy surrounding his hiring,” says Chacón. “It was quite ugly from the start. There were accusations that damaged his reputation, and there were issues with the execution of the building. He had major problems with the materials. Eventually another supervisor was hired to complete the project, which must have been demeaning for Gibson.
“The project came in very late. If you go to the courthouse today, you’ll see 1908 over the doorway, but the building actually opened its doors in 1910. In 1909, with the project in the middle of operation, Gibson retired.”
In 1927, Gibson and his wife, Maud, were killed when their automobile was struck by a passenger train. His bequest, an architectural and urban perspicacity that transformed his hometown and neighboring communities, continues to impact more than 80 years later. In fact, Chacón feels that if Gibson had committed his life’s work to Seattle, Portland, or somewhere other than Montana, he may have left a greater mark in the history of Western and American architecture.
In no way, though, did Gibson die as a lonely, unheralded man deprived of fame or notoriety. Public mourning was widespread at the time of his death. However, since then, his legacy has been delineated to the rough-hewn edges of historical memory. Indeed, Gibson’s greatest contribution to Montana was that he was able to look outside the state, identify major trends in American architecture at the time, and transpose them.
“When he died in 1927, there was a clear knowledge that he was a brilliant, important figure in the development of architecture and urbanism in the western part of the state. But Gibson didn’t create a distinctive style or receive formal training as an architect, so he’s been on the outside.
“I’ve always had an interest for artists who are at the margins of movements,” continues Chacón. “The people on the edges of movements. Figures like Gibson interest me, because they have certain freedoms that those who have been academically trained do not. They see opportunities the pack doesn’t often see.”
Chacón began working on The Original Man in 2001. While on sabbatical from UM in 2002, he intensified his examination, spending more than five years matching up documents, inspecting drawings, identifying structures, as well as meeting with people throughout western Montana and northern Idaho, who owned or thought they owned a Gibson property. Most of the book’s photos, culled from Maud Gibson’s own albums, have never been published.
Within the 150 plus pages of The Original Man, Chacón has not only clarified the historical record as to exactly what structures A.J. Gibson designed and when, he has reintroduced the story of a great man who lived the western dream, catalyzed the development of architecture in western Montana, and transformed Missoula into something, as he puts it, “beyond the teepee, the log cabin, and the trailer.”
A preservation-minded angle exists to the book that Chacon does not want to be overlooked. As he sees it, A.J. Gibson’s designs give us all a precious peek into the mind of a man who shall always remain a notable physical and aesthetical link to Missoula’s history.
“I want to see these buildings acknowledged, celebrated, and preserved as our legacy for the next generation,” says Chacón. “To help do so is my way of giving back to Missoula. It’s my way of giving the city back its own history.”
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Ag Beat: Fruits of Labor Lead to Sweet Success
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| By Rod Daniel |
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At a time in their lives when most people would be content to retire to a life of leisure, Joyce and Bob Kuykendall are doing what plenty of people half their age only dream about producing virtually all their food on their own land.
Trained in range management and a carpenter for most of his life, Bob Kuykendall has an obvious penchant for the agrarian lifestyle. The soft-spoken septuagenarian grew up on a farm in Casper, Wyo., and his love of the land never left him.
Faced, for example, with the daunting task of butchering, dressing and freezing 75 chickens, Bob and his wife and daughter, rolled up their sleeves and joined forces to get the job done in a couple of long days.
Cut from the same Western cloth, Bozeman-born Joyce is no stranger to hard work. After working for years at the Bonner mill, an injury in 1986 prompted her to earn an accounting degree and go to work as a tax preparer. Now in her late 60s, when she’s not crunching numbers at her office in Missoula, she tends to her fruits, vegetables and livestock with the zeal of a farmer half her age.
Starting from Scratch
In 1993, the Kuykendalls bought 20 acres of bare ground off Interstate 90 near Clinton. At the time, the notion of farming the parched parcel was nothing more than a pipe dream.
“There wasn’t a tree on it,” Bob recalled, “just dust, cheat grass and knapweed. We actually bought it for the Quonset. I wanted a shop for my woodworking.”
But the couple got busy, built a beautiful log home and planted more than 400 trees. Fifteen years later, those trees provide welcome shade and bushels of fruit, including apples, pears, cherries, plums and apricots. With four freezers, a full basement and a commercial-size kitchen, Joyce and her daughter Vickie preserve their summer bounty for the year-round enjoyment of their two families.
One fruit, however which grows much lower to the ground seldom makes it into the freezer or pantry. Often ordered well in advance of their harvest, Joyce’s blueberries command a high price and get gobbled up by grateful patrons.
“Blueberries are our cash crop,” Joyce said. “Last year we grew about 1,000 pounds and sold them all.”
Daughter Vicky nodded. “About the only blueberries we get are the ones we eat in the field,” she joked. “The rest are sold before we pick them.”
Honing their Technique
By any measure, the Kuykendall’s farm is remarkable. Two families share three pigs, 75 chickens, a milk cow, a couple of beef cows, a huge vegetable garden and scores of fruit trees. But it’s the acre of 500 blueberry bushes that sets the highway homestead apart from other Montana farms.
The idea for growing the acid-loving shrubs came from Vicky, who had lived in western Washington where moist maritime air encourages prolific blueberry crops. Joyce took her daughter’s idea and ran with it.
“I decided to grow them here in Montana, so I took the Master Gardener program in Missoula,” Joyce said.
The instructors in the program did not believe blueberries would survive in Montana’s drier and more severe climate.
“Bob Goff from MSU Bozeman told me ‘if you can get blueberries to grow in Montana, you let me know,” Joyce said. “Now the extension office in Missoula has a list of people wanting them.”
In 2001, Joyce and Bob put in 200 bare-root bushes after acidifying the soil with sulfur and peat. Then they covered the ground around the plants with a gray fabric weed mat and covered the weed mat with six inches or more of sawdust. After experimenting with different types of drip irrigation lines they settled on soaker hose.
In two years, the plants began yielding a decent amount of berries. Shortly after that, robins came in and took out the whole crop, which prompted Joyce to add bird netting to her repertoire of inputs.
Encouraged by their success, Joyce and Bob planted another 100 plants in 2006 and put in 200 more last year.
After experimenting with a number of different varieties, they prefer Patriot for hardier plants, bigger berries and best flavor. They also like Torro and Blue Gold.
Since blueberries benefit from cross pollination, it’s best to grow more than one variety, Joyce said.
Choosing a Lifestyle
While blueberries serve as a nice cash crop for the Kuykendalls, their success at growing almost all their own food is a source of pride and vitality for them and their daughter. Bob credits Vicky for prompting that decision.
“Joyce and I both grew up farming, so we knew how to do it,” he said. “But Vicky is the one who really talked us into this.”
Vicky said the decision to try and produce most of their own food came after she was “awakened to the dangers of genetically modified food.”
“I had very real concerns about what this food was doing to the health and development of my child,” she said. “So I decided to get a milk cow, which started me on a journey of eating unrefined, unprocessed food.”
The best way to accomplish this, she said, is raising your own food. And if you can’t raise your own, she said, going to the farmers market is the next best thing.
They buy organic feed for their animals from Big Sky Organics out of Helena and buy organic grain and other staples from Azure, an organic buying club. They also make their own cheese and can and preserve most of their food for the winter.
“We don’t go to a grocery store,” she said. “People say it’s more expensive, so I’ve been keeping track. The average cost for our family of three is $355 a month. I would imagine most families spend at least that much buying their food from a supermarket.”
Vicky acknowledged that without her parents’ help, it would be difficult to maintain such a wholesome lifestyle for her family.
“One of the things that makes this possible is we’re able to share the responsibilities,” she said. “It would be too overwhelming for one of us to do it all.”
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Art Beat of Missoula: Barbara Schwarz Karst
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| Projects the splendor, degeneration of Montana Rust |
| By Brian D'Ambrosio |
Most of the fine art attempting to capture the lore of Big Sky Country ordinarily depicts bright, open images of sky, mountains and meadows. A herd of elk or bison usually roams in the horizon, or a mountain goat can be spotted leaping cheerily from cliff to cliff.
To an artist such as Barbara Schwarz Karst, however, there’s more to Montana than just splendid stereotypes and pigeonholed palettes. To her, art is the color of the copper that connotes the state’s heritage. It’s the color of sawmills and mining camps, railroads transporting supplies and materials to mining operations, and the decline, economic depression and gritty hardship of former boom towns.
“I grew up here,” says Barbara, “and I didn’t own horses, I didn’t own cows, and I wasn’t in touch with all that. As a kid growing up, I was never really looking at the landscape, but rather I was looking at the things on the landscape, the old log homes, and the sod huts falling apart. I was fascinated with who once lived there, and would wonder how come they were abandoned, and if they were going to be preserved or just allowed to rot apart.”
Schwarz Karst’s art is rooted in the diplomacy of rusted-out cars and abandoned pieces of farming equipment, and bears allegiance to the artistry of lost purpose, natural disintegration and delicate abandonment. All art in Schwarz Karst’s world, whether abstract or contemporary, is hollow and shallow without inspiration in mind or purpose of soul.
“It can be quite beautiful when you let nature take its course and let it inspire. The colors of the old equipment, the patinas and the stains, are more beautiful than any artist can contrive. It looks more organic.
“To me, art is a narrative or a statement. I don’t think of art as something that’s pretty, it’s something reflective. If you can add the prettiness and make it beautiful and interesting, that’s the icing on the cake.”
Perhaps not surprisingly, Schwarz Karst sees real beauty in places that are not ordinarily considered as illustrious destinations, such as Butte. Her interest in the “Richest Hill on Earth” is long standing.
“Butte had so much happening when the mining industry was running full scale,” says Barbara. “I can remember visiting Butte after ARCO pulled out, and everybody was concerned. There were old, unemployed miners hanging out in the bars, and their lives had just sort of dried up. The town was depressed, and businesses were dying.
“I love the look of Butte. The look is antique and eclectic. The oldness of Butte is original and creative, nothing cookie cutter or mass produced. It’s got the old headframes and mining equipment and pawn shops. It was all created by human hands in the first place, and it’s such an odd art thing. In my art, I want to capture the life of these industries, as well as the death. I want to show both sides.”
Headframes, spectacular symbols of mining’s dominance and dangers, pepper the windy and bare Butte terrain. Driving uptown, or downtown, or just passing through on the highway, it’s impossible not to see or recognize their importance to Butte’s history. A few years ago, when Schwarz Karst had been taking photos of the headframe above where the Stewart Mine once operated, she learned the some of that significance firsthand.
“People came out of their houses and they began to tell the stories of the headframes, and tell stories of the miners who worked in the area. It was neat because it opened up a dialogue with people whom I didn’t know. This, to me, is something that makes Butte and Montana stand out. The people here cherish those types of conversations with people.”
Schwarz Karst’s choice of provocative colors intensifies the visuals. Hers is a palette of iron oxide, bright and contemporary, yet still leaning toward the ancient casts of the Copper Kings’ rubiginous erosion, pollution, and environmental neglect. In fact, she finds that her interest in history and architecture is starting to come out more within her artwork.
“Right now, I’m leaning toward architectural art,” says Barbara. “This is something that started in 2003. At that time, I was teaching high school, and I got the chance to participate in a contemporary arts program in Chicago. The next summer, I was picked to come back as a mentor. It was a life changing experience. I was a trained traditionalist who fell in love with the abstract stuff.”
In addition to architectural art, Schwarz Karst likes to experiment with other genres, including illustrative botanicals and portraits. No matter what medium or mode, she believes that art requires a fair share of pensiveness. In her world, if you’re not reflecting than you’re not creating.
Schwarz Karst’s own personal reflections and infatuations always seem to intersect with bygone symbols of Montana’s extractive industries or transportation infrastructures. Trains, mines, tractors, bean pickers, cars, and trucks, are all tangible examples of her intellectual and artistic environment.
“I guess there’s something romantic about looking back before the lattes. Plus, there’s no ego involved when you’re working with rusted out pieces of equipment. There’s nothing linked to something thought of as disregarded trash. As an artist, it’s sort of like having my own little secret, too.”
In Schwarz Karst’s oil paintings, past and present meet in unexpected ways and in unexpected places. A far cry from the heavily caricaturized open plains and indomitable grizzly bears which seem to sap the originality from most of Montana’s fine art scene, Schwarz Karst’s painting takes the route less traveled, one that began in a working class neighborhood of Billings.
It was there that this daughter of a steamcutter and hairdresser first began to empathize with working class struggles: Mom and dad worked diligently to provide their family with the necessities of life; her brothers labored at the local refineries.
There can scarcely be a shadow of a doubt that such factories provided great value to our nation. Indeed, Montana’s disposition has more to it than just suave sunsets on Flathead Lake, salivating tourist towns, and overused national parks. It is also the character of natural wealth, human ingenuity, and boom and bust abruptness reflected in Schwarz Karst’s upbringing and, consequently, her artwork.
“I’ve been a part of Montana through thick and thin,” says Barbara. “Years ago, when I started teaching, I could have made a lot more money out-of-state. To be honest, I couldn’t even imagine the idea of living outside Montana. It’s my home, and I feel special about that.”
Barbara Schwarz Karst’s Montana Rust Belt Series will be on display at CTA Engineers, 306 W Railroad Ave, Missoula, through the month of September. To view more of Karst’s work, visit www. schwarzkarststudio.com.
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| Why Adolescents Should Have at Least One Electrocardiogram (EKG) |
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| By D. Rob Downey, |
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Hello Readers,
This month’s topic is of great importance. Part of making sure kids are healthy and safe, in my job as a doctor, is making sure that the heart is working well. A good physical exam and carefully checking the child’s history are key skills to doing this and much of the time is all that is necessary.
Unfortunately, that is not the case with figuring out which kids are at risk for sudden cardiac death. Sudden cardiac death is a rare event in which someone who seemed healthy suddenly and quickly dies due to heart trouble.
The fact that many communities in the country have lost someone to this is a testament to the fact that sudden cardiac death is rare but not exceedingly rare (0.3 % of athletes are at risk and the overall population risk rate is probably very close to this).
A history and physical only finds about 3% of kids that have the heart risk factors for sudden death. Kids with tendencies toward these rare events are often born with them and they are usually silent clinically until something happens to the child unknowingly carrying the condition.
An electrical measurement of the heart’s size, activity and rhythm called an EKG can find two of the major silent heart traits that lead apparently healthy kids to die suddenly during activity. EKG added to history and physical can up the catch rate from 3% to greater than 70% in terms of finding kids at risk ahead of time.
Two of the things we really want to find ahead of time are heart enlargement and rhythm abnormality but the ones that cause sudden death almost always hide very well and even usually hide when we listen to the chest with a stethoscope.
One major cause is hypertrophic cardiomyopathy, a very specific enlargement of the heart that allows it to function in a nearly normal way for many years and then give out suddenly. Long QT syndrome is a heart rhythm abnormality that is also potentially deadly and which does not compromise the heart’s function in a way that shows up in day-to-day activity.
EKG’s find most cardiomyopathy and most Long QT most of the time.
The average cost of an EKG around the country is about $65. The test is non-invasive and non-dangerous, electrodes are attached to the chest and extremities and within 5 to 15 minutes, the test is done.
While some family practice and pediatric providers read their own EKGs for kids, many feel it is best for a child heart doctor called a pediatric cardiologist to interpret whether or not the EKG is normal. 12 to 18 year olds are the target group but individuals beyond that age might still be wise to have a one-time EKG if they have never done so. EKG’s around the age of five years old would often find the heart rhythm problem mentioned above but often would not find the predisposition to heart enlargement until the child is older.
The obvious time to offer the EKG to patients and their families is the yearly well child exam or the pre-participation clearance sports physical.
While it is not yet the standard of care in the United States to automatically have adolescents get EKGs with their well cares, there is a very compelling argument that this is a good idea. Northern Italy used to suffer from a high rate of sudden cardiac death in comparison to other kids in the world. In the late 1970’s they added EKGs to their pre-participation sports physicals and decreased the sudden cardiac death rate 90 %.
The feasibility of getting every kid in the country screened is intimidating due to time and resource limitations. One specific limiting factor in many parts of the country is access to pediatric cardiology to get the EKGs read.
The Missoula region and surrounding western Montana is fortunate in this respect because Dr. Bruce Hardy, pediatric cardiologist at Western Montana Clinic, is leading the charge to improve awareness of this important issue.
Parents should consider asking their healthcare provider if an EKG might be wise for their child. This discussion can take place any time but the obvious and convenient opportunity is during a routine well-care visit or at the pre-participation sports exam.
My kids are 5 and 8 years old. They will each have a screening EKG at age 12.
Contact info:
Dr. Rob Downey
Florence Family Practice 5549 Old Hwy 93
273-4923
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Galli’s Corner:
“Fishing’s Still Good ”………
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| By Dick Galli |
What a wonderful August we had in the Bitterroot Valley. No river closures due to high temperatures. We have had cooler temperatures, a couple of good rain days, and the fishing has remained good. We may have an Indian summer this fall, but I feel the fall weather in the air. This will bring some of the best fishing of the year. I love fall. Hunting season is coming which means a lot of people will be thinking it’s time to hunt. This will significantly reduce the amount of fisher people on the streams. Each year, our tourist trade is increasing in the fall as people discover the fall fishing experience and come to enjoy it.
We had a family visiting us from California this past month and decided to make a fun float trip from Hannan launch site, south of Darby, to the Darby Bridge. This was not a booked guided trip, which allowed us to use non-licensed individuals. This was quite an experience for the out of state people. The situation was two ladies in their 40’s with a man from Montana who was an experienced rower. The second raft was two ladies in their sixties with the same situation of floating with an experienced river rafter.
The last raft was the eye opener. Two young girls from California. One 12 and one 13. And who rowed them down the river with total expertise………..a 10-year-old young lady from Hamilton. Her dad explained that the first time she had oars in her hands was when she was 4 years old.
At 10, she can really handle a raft. This was quite impressive to everyone on the float. Who is she? Her name is Marina McGourty daughter of Hamilton local guide Don McGourty. Great job Marina.
Fall fishing starts obviously with flies of summer rolling into fall. There is still lots of grasshopper activity with larger hoppers #4 & #6 in tan and yellow being the ticket. Flies like Madam X, Stimulators, and X Hoppers are also fishing well. Dry flies working in the Bitterroot as I write are: Purple Haze, Splitwing Purple Adams, Royal Wulfs, Yellow Wulfs, Renegades, Yellow Humpies, Elk hair Caddis, and Goddard Caddis. Nymphs are Prince, Copper John, Double Bead Peacock Stones with either grey, Amber, or Black Biots, Dark Hares Ear, and San Juan Worms in red, brown, and pink. Early in the fall consider fishing a dry fly with a nymph dropper or double your flies dry or wet. With the larger dries like the hoppers, you can use beaded nymphs and still float the dry.
My suggestion is to separate the flies by at least 2 feet. If you double your nymphs and use a strike indicator, start your indicator placement at the top of the tapered leader, and adjust downward if you are bottom snagging.
The nymphs should be as close to the bottom as possible. When fishing double flies we all experience some tangles. What I have found to help is to modify the straight up dry fly cast most of us use to more of a side-rolling cast, which makes the flies miss each other better. Technical explanation………open your loop. Next month we will discuss the small flies of fall. Thank You Mother Nature for a wonderful summer.
Best Fishes,
Dick Galli
The Flyfishing Center
Hamilton, Montana
(406) 363-3801
www.montanaflyfishingcenter.com
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| By Shannon Selway |
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When most of us take a hike, the venture might be to take in scenic beauty, to look for huckleberries, morel mushrooms, a Christmas tree, or perhaps as a means to a destination. For Tim and Holli Stevenson, it’s typically a different quest; the couple seek wood special wood from Western Montana’s forests and riverbeds. Their eyes are scoping for specific qualities in wood wood that can be transformed into something wonderful. They are on a search for wood that boasts unusual markings or shapes that can be skillfully crafted into something else, which always end up becoming something that is just plain amazing.
They return from their hikes with wood that will ultimately become art or an intricate piece of furniture. The wood might be reborn into a bed frame, or a table, lamp - or even a bear with a charismatic disposition. The wood’s transformation takes place in the Stevenson’s humble “ma and pa” shop, Medicine River Woodworks, LLC, which is located in Florence, Montana.
Medicine River Woodworks, LLC’s owners are diehard native Montanans who take their heritage with pride. Tim, a fourth-generation Montanan, grew up in Missoula and Holli was raised in Conrad, near Choteau. There, she was raised on what she calls a farm/ranch and had plenty hours tending to the cows and chickens. Then she came to the University of Montana’s Vo-Tech in 1979 and never left.
Tim had been into artistic woodworking for the better part of his life, and when his business came to be in 2001, it fit. Tim’s union with Holli back in 2004 proved to be a true progression in the shop.
“My first year of the business was scary and not so good. But, the more I sold the more confidence I found.” Tim said.
“It’s the woman behind the man that made it [the business] so great.”
This apparently holds true. The business began hauling products in a 10’ trailer, and then evolved to a 14’ trailer with a large pulling flatbed to now a 20’ trailer. The inspiration and contributions of Holli made the expansion possible. A combination of talents has made Medicine River Woodworks flourish.
Tim is the “creator,” and Holli tends to the finishing phase of the woodwork by painting colorful accents, applying several coats of polyurethane varnish to the pieces, and finally a coat of sparr varnish (a weather-proof sealer), ensuring the final product will be durable and weather resistant. After all, many of the quality pieces remain outdoors to face all of the weather conditions that Montana can dish out.
One of the Stevensons’ specialties is carving bears from tree stumps. With a chainsaw, angle grinder and a Dremel as his primary tools, Tim’s artistic skills transform a stump into a bear that seems to virtually come alive. And after Holli completes her painting and finishing work, the piece is done. The bear stands, sits, or is in some form of action, and is complete with a mischievous or sporting attitude. The result might be a bear reading a book, embracing a fish, or be the supporting platform of an end table. The artistic diversity is astonishing, and the Stevensons’ seem to never run out of ideas. Their business can even address a customer’s special requests for a specific “activity” in mind. Custom or special orders are a big part of their business.
Forget it if you saw someone’s bear that the Stevensons’ authored and wanted one “just like it.” There is no duplication machine (which many carvers utilize), and they wouldn’t have it any other way. All of their pieces are a one-of-a-kind original, which is a great feeling to own something no one else can ever have.
Cool bears aside, the Stevensons’ also create incredible rustic furniture. Pieces built range from bed frames to picnic tables and benches to lamps, bookshelves, and so on. Like the bears the Stevensons’ create, the kinds of furniture built seem endless. All of the furniture is crafted from pine or fir wood, and it’s all from wood that was found “dead and down.” No live trees are ever cut for any project, which leaves an interesting tale of how the wood is acquired…
Tim and Holli trek throughout forests and riverbeds for such treasures. Much of the wood acquired is off road, and can be only accessed by foot. Using horses or pack mules might help, but the demands of the business doesn’t allow for the time-consuming care of horses or mules either. So, their woodwork pieces have more than the “sweat of the brow” from the shop in them.
“One time we went into a burn area in the Bitterroot. We came out looking like firefighters. I wouldn’t even put our clothes in the washing machine. We threw them out!” Holli said.
They, however, came out with some swell materials! Customers went nuts over the untreated wood. Washed wood was also used and proved to be just in order for what they want plus, there was plenty of burrow wood to be found.
How Tim got into the business of woodworking is interesting. For 13 years, he left Montana to work as a miner in Nevada, and missed Montana every moment. It kept beckoning him back. Taking a huge pay cut, he moved back home and serviced public telephone booths, which virtually has gone by way of the dodo because of the increased popularity of cell phones, and found himself out of a job. He dabbled with woodworking and “found his niche,” and has been creating masterpieces ever since.
In 2004, in the infancy of Medicine River Woodworks, he met Holli on a blind date, and the two have been inseparable ever since. Like Tim, Holli did a 180 in vocations. She worked for a title company whose restructuring forced her out of a job. Applying her artistic talents to Tim’s woodworking was a perfect fit.
“I always found it hard to believe anyone could actually make a living doing something like this, but we do. The demand is amazing.” Holli stated.
The name “Medicine River Woodworks” derived from an area by Great Falls where Tim once resided, Simms, Montana, where the Medicine River flows through.
To check out Medicine River Woodworks personally, visit 5673 Cottonwood Drive North, Florence, Montana. To view some of the Stevenson’s creations, check out their excellent website at www.medicineriverwoodworks.com where you can find directions to their shop.
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Missoula Business Beat: Skirting the Issue
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| Carol Lynn Lapotka’s business of recycled skirts |
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| By Brian D'Ambrosio |
Carol Lynn Lapotka is the essence of Missoula’s hip, trendy, Indy entrepreneurism. Since moving to Missoula in August 2007, she’s been exploring her business options in the recycled clothing market. Last year, she was a temporary vendor at the Missoula Farmer’s Market, and now she’s a permanent one.
And if the strong response there to her T-shirts-reconditioned-as-skirts is any indication as to future demand, then she had best get used to sewing most swiftly.
“Right now, I have a full-time job in addition to the skirts,” says Lapotka, who has named her business REcreate Designs. “My goal since starting as a vendor has been to sell 40 skirts on one market day. I figured that once that happened, then, the following Monday, I could give my two weeks’ notice at work.”
On the first day of the 2008 market season she sold 34 skirts. One week later, she moved 43. Currently, she has maxed out her skirt production capacity at around 50 per week, a number she can only produce with a little help from her husband. Clearly, she doesn’t have much free time these days.
“Things are really taking off,” says Lapotka “The skirts are selling really well. People love them. I do about three to five commission pieces, too. I believe I can sell the skirts all year round.
“I can only do so much at this point. So, instead of doing 50 skirts this week, I’m only making 40. I know that any time I put in, well, it’s a benefit to my business. But, I’m on the borderline of two full-time jobs.”
By using recycled shirts and fabrics, Lapotka takes dullish materials and repurposes them into something vibrant and chic. Her specialty is her ability to bring new aesthetic twists to old garments.
“I think that my designs and styles are flattering to all body types,” says Lapotka. “They are comfortable to wear. People are overwhelmed with joy when they get them. In the past, other people have made skirts out of T-shirts and have sold them at craft fairs and small places, but I don’t think this has been done on a mass market basis.”
Bringing past talents as both a graphic and retail clothing designer to the present, Lapotka mixes and matches colorful configurations with artistic ease. These novel arrangements of apparel only strengthen her knitting and sewing savvy.
“It’s the little things about sewing that I like,” says Lapotka “I even like trying to fix my sewing machine. I like the hands-on physicality, and how you end up with a product at the end of the day. It’s nice to know that I’ve made something.
“I’m not a person who feels the need to keep my skills secret. There are so many possibilities beyond just what I do, and sharing those skills are important.”
Lapotka operates REcreate Designs out of a small studio space inside Zacc’s Create and Collaborative, part of the Zootown Arts Community Center, located at Missoula’s north side. From there a crowded cubbyhole of second-hand attire, tattered T-shirts, and bundles of loose fabrics she stitches her creations and ponders the secrets of success.
“I hope this becomes a unique item that catches on,” says Lapotka. “I want to develop this into a full-time job.”
Presently, Lapotka works four 10-hour days at Vann’s, and she’s not so sure that right now is the best time to break free from the comforts of a steady pay check and definite insurance.
“I don’t know if I’m ready to quit the security of a day job,” says Lapotka.
Her tentative business plan is to go full-throttle, full-time, with REcreate Designs starting January 2009, but the jump may take place even sooner than that.
“I have 10 stores carrying my product,” says Lapotka, “there are a few in my native Wisconsin, as well as Betty’s Divine in Missoula. I can’t keep them stocked.”
Lapotka’s overhead costs are pretty minimal. To satisfy demand, Lapotka says that she needs to purchase at least 100 T-shirts from Goodwill each week. “It’s just a nonstop flow. They are really good ones, too. Funny ones. They know me at the local thrift shops. I can use printed T-shirts or solid ones. Eventually, I would like to develop a system where, if people bring in their shirts to me, then they can get a credit toward a skirt.”
Lapotka intends to maximize her skills for maximum profit, and she understands that the essentials of entrepreneurship, such as personal ambition, commercial drive, and mental focus, aren’t fickle requirements.
“I was born to work independently,” says Lapotka. “When I was little, my brother and sister and I lived out in the country, and we would pick flowers from people’s front yards and sell them in bouquets.”
Bouquets of flowers and visions of big business aside, it seems that Lapotka has already added a new layer of aspiration and spirit to Missoula’s independent, self-sufficient character. Her enjoyment for what she does is as palpable as the laid-back constitution of this tie-dyed and tofu city.
“It’s amusing for me to see people wearing my skirts,” says Lapotka “A couple of weeks ago, I was at REI., and I saw three of them at the store. It’s so fun to be the person who made them.”
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