Monday, March 5, 2018

Member Profile: Katie McKalip

HHA Board Member Katie McKalip

Each week leading up to our annual fundraiser we will be profiling one of our Hellgate Hunters & Anglers members and their love for Montana’s Hunting and Fishing opportunities. 
Next up:  HHA Board Member, Katie McKalip 

Occupation: Communications Director, Backcountry Hunters & Anglers

How long have you been a member of Hellgate Hunters & Anglers? About a decade

Favorite/most memorable hunting/fishing story?  I’ll tell you my most recent favorite story, from just last fall. I had one day to fill my deer tag and spent it in the Swan with my good friend Vickie. I have two little kids and my husband lives to hunt big game, so getting out and about can be a challenge. The snow was beautiful but crunchy. We hunted hard all morning and afternoon, saw lots of tracks but never got a shot. Late afternoon came, I’d pretty much written things off, then a chubby little buck strolled toward me from behind some trees. I shot him in the neck and dropped him in his tracks. Got him back to the rig just after dark, got back to Missoula right before the kids went to bed. They were wildly excited. All this courtesy of our public lands on the Flathead National Forest.

Have you ever been lost?  All who wander are not lost.

Choose your weapon:  fly rod, rifle, or bow?  Shotgun. If I could choose one hunt for the rest of my days it would be chasing wild birds on public lands with good friends and great dogs.

What is the story behind your first fly rod or gun?  Who gave it to you?  I have my dad’s Ruger pistol. He got it in Delta Junction, Alaska, when he was in the Army. This was back in the late 50s. I have two big brothers, but Dad gave the gun to me. I don’t shoot it a lot, but I like taking it out every now and then.

Who took you on your first Hunting/Fishing trip?  Do you still hunt and fish with them today? My grandfather – my mom’s dad – used to let me and my brothers come fishing with him on Lake Erie. He was a cranky old codger. He used to point his cane at us when he got mad, which for some reason scared the daylights out of me. But he’d always relax once he got a fishing pole in his hand.

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