<![CDATA[Buckskin Jim LLC - Stories/Updates]]>Fri, 28 Aug 2026 19:41:16 -0600EditMySite<![CDATA[Just In Time For Fire Season]]>Sun, 12 Jun 2016 01:45:47 GMThttps://www.buckskinjimmt.com/storiesupdates/just-in-time-for-fire-seasonBuckskin Jim shares a story from 1974 when he fought forest fires with the Forest Service. If you have a fire story, please send to Buckskin Jim, and he'll share it with everyone Around The Campfire.  ]]><![CDATA[How I Remember It]]>Sun, 06 Mar 2016 19:52:01 GMThttps://www.buckskinjimmt.com/storiesupdates/how-i-remember-itBuckskin Jim's nephew, Rick, shares an adventure he had with his dad and Uncle Jim in the wilds of Minnesota. 
]]><![CDATA[Things That Go Bump In The Night]]>Tue, 23 Feb 2016 14:28:27 GMThttps://www.buckskinjimmt.com/storiesupdates/things-that-go-bump-in-the-nightJoin Buckskin Jim's daughter, Anna, as she shares a nocturnal experience while camping with her father. ]]><![CDATA[Two Memories, One Adventure]]>Sat, 06 Feb 2016 23:43:24 GMThttps://www.buckskinjimmt.com/storiesupdates/mountain-memoriesJoin Buckskin Jim and his daughter, Shannon, as they each tell their version of the same high altitude mountain adventure.]]><![CDATA[Adventure with the Meeses]]>Wed, 03 Feb 2016 15:20:26 GMThttps://www.buckskinjimmt.com/storiesupdates/adventure-with-the-meeses
Click here to enjoy a "meeses" adventure with Buckskin Jim and his daughter.
Readers share their favorite Montana wildlife animal:
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  • Rusty Nitsch My favorite Montana animal .... Fried Chicken !!
  • Harry Uffalussy Lynx
  • ​Jim Peverelle The Montana teen lol, because I was one. Seriously I'd say the Montana grizzly bear. The only animal that I've hunted that could hunt me back.
]]><![CDATA[The Fine Art of Camp Cooking]]>Sat, 23 Jan 2016 17:16:55 GMThttps://www.buckskinjimmt.com/storiesupdates/the-fine-art-of-camp-cookingAfter spending much time in the wilderness, Buckskin Jim knows a thing or two about tasty camp cooking. Join him Around the Campfire to learn his secrets.]]><![CDATA[Pinpointing the Source of the Mississippi River]]>Sun, 17 Jan 2016 00:02:57 GMThttps://www.buckskinjimmt.com/storiesupdates/pinpointing-the-source-of-the-mississippi-riverJoin Buckskin Jim Around the Campfire for a fun tale about looking for the source of the Mississippi River. He had quite the adventure! ]]><![CDATA[Slide Rock Point Adventure]]>Sat, 09 Jan 2016 19:30:25 GMThttps://www.buckskinjimmt.com/storiesupdates/slide-rock-point-adventureBuckskin Jim invites you to join him Around the Campfire as he shares a camping adventure from last summer. His daughter, though, has a bit of a different story to tell. Enjoy! ]]><![CDATA[Owl Mystery]]>Mon, 04 Jan 2016 14:54:39 GMThttps://www.buckskinjimmt.com/storiesupdates/owl-mystery
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Last summer, Buckskin Jim posted a story about a mysterious owl he encountered on one of his many camping trips. Recently, a visitor to his Around the Campfire page shared a comment. Click here to read the story and comment. 

]]><![CDATA["The Life and Death of Cutthroat Johnny Walker" - Part II]]>Tue, 01 Sep 2015 14:00:06 GMThttps://www.buckskinjimmt.com/storiesupdates/the-life-and-death-of-cutthroat-johnny-walker-part-iiSylvia and I just got back from the Little Shell Chippewa Powwow.  We had a great time and had good sales at our vendor’s booth, at least until a thunderstorm nearly blew us away. Thank you to the Little Shell Chippewa Nations for their hospitality. 

Well, I told you that after the powwow I’d finish the story of Cutthroat Johnny Walker, so here goes. 

When I left off, (click here for part I), my pet cutthroat trout Johnny Walker was spending his nights sleeping in a few inches of water in my bathtub and his days roaming about the house, walking on his fins. It was almost like having a cat: a cat with fins and no cat hair on the furniture.
 
I got the bright idea of putting him on a leash and walking him around the neighborhood. It would broaden Johnny’s horizons and, well - - - - I could show off a little for the neighbors.  They seemed to regard me as a bit of an eccentric: maybe this would help. 

I made a leash for Johnny out of an old leather bootlace, no problem. But a collar was another matter. Have you ever tried to put a collar on a fish? It ain’t easy! I finally managed to modify a leather watch band so it fit pretty well between gills and fins. It had a tendency to slip forward over his head but was very secure as far as not slipping backward. It worked well enough because Johnny was always eager to go and continually pulled forward on the leash. I never could teach him to heel. 

It became our habit to take an evening stroll around the block. Sometimes we even went a little further and visited a small neighborhood park. Johnny liked the soft grass there. One evening when we were at the park the sun was suddenly blotted out by a huge black cloud, rumbling and rolling and getting closer by the second. It was time to head for home. Past time. As we hurried down the sidewalk ahead of the rapidly approaching storm I was getting worried. I could see that Johnny was frightened almost to the point of panic. Thunder was booming, lightening cracking. Rain came down in torrents, flooding off the sidewalks and into the gutters where it ran inches deep. With a crash and a flash lightening struck a tree directly across the street. This was too much for Johnny. He jerked backward against the leash, the collar slipped off, and he went galloping off down the sidewalk into the storm. I called, “Johnny, come back! Come back, Johnny.” But, what with the noise of the storm and his state of panic, I don’t think he ever heard me. Suddenly he slipped on the wet sidewalk and fell scrambling and skittering into the rushing water of the gutter. I tried to help him but the current was rolling him down the street faster than I could run. 

As the rain began to taper off, I kept running down the street in the direction I had last seen Johnny being swept along. I found him in the next block draped motionless across the bars of a storm drain. He had been drowned in the flood. My friend, Cutthroat Johnny Walker, was dead. 

I still go fishing in the Blackfoot River but I don’t bait fish any more. I’ve taken up fly fishing with dry flies. Dry flies with barbless hooks the better to release my catch unharmed.
 
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