What started as a small fire burning within me, quickly consumed my every being.

Growing up in rural Montana, agriculture is everywhere. If you weren’t a farm kid, you probably had best friend that was, possibly a teacher that was married to a rancher, or you took a summer job fencing, baling hay, and moving cattle. Even if you didn’t have the first clue about ranching, your spring weekends consisted of being thrown into a branding corral to wrestle a calf… or have it wrestle you! It’s one of the many reason my soul is bound to the Big Sky Country and this way of life.

You don’t have to be raised in it, you just have to love it!

After 6 years in the beauty industry, I couldn’t ignore the pull to the agricultural world anymore. As intimidating as it was to leave the life I’d built behind, I jumped in head first. I bought my first herd of 65 cows, moved 300 miles away to a ranch in eastern MT, and said '“here goes nothing!”  Failing at this wasn’t an option for me. I could bend. I could twist, but breaking… Nah.

I’ve had my fair share of ups and downs. Failed at a few of Mother Nature’s tests, but I’ve always tried to find the lesson in it all. From the crazy adventure of the mother/daughter duo in the middle of nowhere Montana (which should have been a tv show!). To meeting my soulmate, getting married & moving the farm, introducing Pasture Pigs to our operation and added two babies of my own.

It has been one heck of a ride, and I’m soaking up every minute of it!