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Podcast No. 231: Lynette Hogart

Lynette Hogart is the Butte-Silver Bow animal services director. That is a position she has held for the last year and a half.
It is not an easy job by any means. In fact, it ranks right near the top on the list of thankless jobs in the county government.
Hogart and her staff are so often placed in no-win positions.
When someone calls for an animal control officer, everyone seems to be mad. The person who called is mad. The person who owns the animal that led to the call is mad.
When people have their dog picked up by animal control, they often blame animal control for the fees they have to pay.
However, Hogart says the job is a very rewarding one. She says nothing beats seeing the immediate love connection between a dog and its new master.
Hogart’s tenure so far has seen a renovation of the kennel room at the Chelsea Bailey Animal Shelter. A renovation of the lobby area is coming in the no-so-distant future.
She made the adoption process simpler for people looking to take home a new best friend, and she has worked to help feed pets for families who cannot afford pet food.
A lot of that, though, gets lost on social media when someone is complaining about a loose dog in their neighborhood.
The shelter waves adoption fees for veterans, and those fees are waved for everyone through the end of 2024. So, if you are looking for a new pet, now is the time to get one.
Leskovar Honda also donates money each month to help pay for adoption fees. So, it is never too expensive to adopt from the Chelsea Bailey.
Also, the shelter could use some more volunteers. In particular, it is looking for people to walk help walk all the dogs each morning. You can also fill a need as a cat cuddler. If you’d like to volunteer, click here to find a volunteer application.
Today’s podcast is presented by Leskovar Honda, home of the 20-year, 200,000-mile warrantee and lover of pets.
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Podcast No. 230: Larry Hoffman

In his song “A Mining City Christmas,” Butte native Mark Staples sings about the “lights upon the mines.”
Those lights have always made Christmas just a little more special in the Mining City. It is something we have in Butte that they can’t have in other places.
Larry Hoffman is one of the reasons we still have those lights on the gallows frames in Butte. He and some of his fellow volunteers climb up each year to make sure the headframes are lighting up Christmas in the Mining City.
They also make sure the headframes fly the American flag. They even put up Irish flags for the An Ri Ra Irish Festival each August.
Larry has spent most of his 79 years somehow involved in mining. He went under for the first time at 8 years old, and he knew he would make it a career.
After growing up in Lewistown and graduating from Fergus County High School, Larry came to Butte to earn a degree in mining engineering at the Montana School of Mines. The school changed its name to Montana Tech by the time he finished.
A birth defect in his lower back meant that he could not pass a physical to work for the Anaconda, Co., so Larry went to work for himself. He took contract mining jobs in Butte, as well as various other places in North American and South America.
Through it all, Larry called Butte his home. He also passes on his love for mining with anybody who will listen. That includes many years of leading mining tours underground.
Listen in to hear Larry talk about his mining career, his take on the history of Butte and what it is like to climb up to the top of those gallows frames.
You might learn a thing or two about our mining camp and gain a better appreciation of the beauty of the Butte skyline.
Today’s podcast is presented by Casagranda’s Steakhouse. Eat where the locals eat.
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Time for olive branch with Ryan Leaf

For some reason, this feels like I’m admitting to something bad. But it isn’t bad at all.
I like Ryan Leaf.
No, I’ve never met the Great Falls native, whose fame and infamy are known far and wide. I only had a couple of brief, somewhat contentions conversations with him over Twitter.
Most people know Ryan as an NFL Draft bust. The NFL Network, apparently paying no attention to the Chicago Bears’ draft history, says he was the biggest bust of all time when he was picked by the San Diego Chargers No. 2 overall in the 1998 NFL Draft.
His name was called one spot behind Peyton Manning, who was so good that he is still on every other television commercial. Ryan was so bad that his name is still mentioned leading up to the NFL Draft every April.
Making things worse is his complex relationship with his home state. Ryan seems to proudly wear the fact that he is not popular among Montanans on his sleeve. He says we don’t like him, and he doesn’t like us.
“That place didn’t raise me, that place shamed me,” Ryan said recently on Twitter.
When I replied that I always cheered for him, Ryan shot back, “Yeah, sure.”
It’s true. I really did cheer for him. I even cheered for him when he played for the Dallas Cowboys.
I cheered as he led Washington State to the Rose Bowl for the first time in 67 years following the 1997 season. I thought he seemed like a bit of a jerk, but he was a jerk from Montana. He was our jerk.
It still bugs me that Ryan didn’t get one more chance to throw the football into the end zone in that 21-16 loss to Michigan in Pasadena. Ryan led the Cougars to the Michigan 26-yard line, and the clock was stopped to move the chains with 2 seconds left.
Ryan spiked the ball to stop the clock, which should have stopped at 1 second. Washington State should have had one more play. The clock ran out on the spike, however, and the game was over.
Pretty much everybody I know in Montana was cheering for Ryan that day, even though he made it clear he no longer considered himself to be from Montana.
In his defense, Ryan was only 21 at the time. It must have been brutal trying to escape the shadow of the Great Dave Dickenson, who was just a few years ahead of Ryan at Great Falls Russell.
While Ryan won a state title at CMR, Dickenson won two. Dickenson was everybody’s All-American. As good as he was on the field, he was even better off of it. He was polite, friendly and never caused any controversy.
Ryan was big, bold and loud. He never shied away from any controversy. He trashed Montana after getting his first college playing time in Washington State’s 1995 win over Montana in Pullman.
However, Super Dave went on to lead the Grizzlies to the NCAA I-AA national championship that season, cementing his legacy as a winner and hero. Not-so super Ryan was remembered for hating his home state.
He became the anti-hero, first in Montana and then around the sporting world.
During the Rose Bowl season, Ryan threw a ball that nearly hit a reporter at practice. He said he wanted to “buzz the tower” — a reference to the movie “Top Gun”— of the reporter who wrote something Ryan didn’t like.
SportsCenter showed Ryan yelling at a reporter early in his NFL rookie season that turned sour in a hurry.
Had Ryan been successful with that personality, we would have been dismissed him as being excentric. We might have even gotten a glimpse of that had he been drafted by a better organization or if he would have stayed to play his senior season at Washington State.
Instead, he went to an awful Chargers organization (at the time), and he was written off as a jerk. He was so very easy to dislike, mock and ridicule, and his home state definitely reveled in that.
All those bad things Ryan said and did, though, were not criminal. Most of them could be chalked up to immaturity. It wasn’t until his short-lived NFL career flamed out that Ryan got in trouble with the law.
Here’s another statement that feels like an admittance, even though it shouldn’t. I admire Ryan Leaf. They guy has some guts.
A drug addiction that was directly related to the culture of the NFL led to multiple highly-publicized arrests, and Ryan ended up serving time in the Montana State Prison.
He hit rock bottom, but he bounced back up in a big way.
He could have crawled into a hole after he left prison, but instead he focused on helping others while he got himself clean. He opened up about his addiction, helping countless people, young and old, with his honesty.
Ryan was brave, and he continues to be brave. That is something that is recognized far and wide. That includes some of us in his home state.
Others still like to point at young Ryan Leaf. They still like to mock him like he’s still the cocky kid from 1998. They still laugh at his arrests. That percentage of mockers is probably higher in Montana than it is in the rest of the country, and that is too bad.
It is time for the Treasure State to offer an olive branch to Ryan Leaf, and vice versa.
“I like my life without MT as I’m sure they love it without me, win/win,” Ryan said on Twitter.
Actually, that is a loss for everybody. But hopefully that sentiment is not irreversible.
In 2017, Ryan wrote a story titled “Letter to My Younger Self” in The Players’ Tribune. In it, he told 21-year-old Ryan, “Don’t be a dick, man.”
Ryan of his late 40s could probably heed that advice a little more. He still trashes Montana, and he turned down an invitation to join the Montana Football Hall of Fame.
He has also been relentlessly trolling Montana Grizzly fans since the Griz lost to Montana State in Bozeman.
Some of the shots are fair because Griz fans are the kings and queens of changing their pronouns. They strut into the stadium thumping their chests and talking about “we” and “us,” then they leave early from a loss complaining about “they” and “them.”
Sure, every fan base does that. Griz fans, though, seem to do it more than most.
Ryan’s trolling has been a bit puzzling and non-stop. But Griz fans could lightened up a bit about the ribbing.
They should not be so personally rude in their replies on Twitter because Ryan is clearly joking. His counter punches to vile comments, though, are worth looking up. He is smart, fast and funny.
Ryan also doesn’t give a rip what people think of him. As a guy who worshiped Jim McMahon as a child (and as an adult), I truly appreciate that. That is a quality that might not make you win any popularity contests, but it probably leads to inner peace.
Ryan is also is a damn good football announcer. You should hear his killer call on the radio as he watched the Bears melt down on Thanksgiving in Detroit.
I would take Ryan over Tony Romo or Marty Mornhinweg in a heartbeat.
No, Ryan Leaf is not Peyton Manning. He is no Dave Dickenson. But he is one of the greatest athletes to ever come out of Montana. It is about time that we all get past the personal hard feelings and remember him as such.
We should focus less on that “draft bust” label and speak of Ryan’s success in high school and college. Even more, we should recognize his incredible success in rising from the ashes of rock bottom.
Then, maybe, Ryan will someday admit that he likes us, too.
— Bill Foley, who knows what it is like to be labeled a jerk, can be reached at foles74@gmail.com. Follow him at twitter.com/Foles74 or Bluesky at @foles74.bsky.social. Listen to him on the ButteCast on Apple Podcasts, Spotify or wherever you find your favorite podcasts.














