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Here are some other epic shots from the day.
Insane GoPro Shot of a beautiful trout on a fly
Glacier National Park
South of Flathead River
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As we get closer and closer to graduation, it seems like we’re on LinkedIn a lot more than we were before. We all know how important it is to show your best professional self because nowadays it’s all about first impressions. Here’s a few people who leave a little bit too much to be desired…
Like this guy. He’s all about being casual professional. He keeps it casual by avoiding eye contact and putting his hand in his pocket and being in front of a mirror…in a bathroom? I’m pretty sure bathroom mirror selfies aren’t even okay on facebook anymore. But that mass produced Christian Riese Lassen poster in the background really classes up the shot, and he is wearing a tie.
Why not spice up your LinkedIn picture with a fun filter?! Because….THIS.
It’s Christmastime somewhere amiright?! I don’t even care that you might actually be Kevin Spacey, this probably shouldn’t be your first choice for your LinkedIn profile.
“I frickin hate this job and my boss threatened to fire me if I didn’t get on LinkedIn.”
“I love to listen. No really, that’s why my hair is so big…it’s full of secrets.”
Whether he’s chillin’ in the backseat of his car, or in his mom’s basement…he knows how to play it cool. Some say he may be playing hard to get…as in it’s going to be hard for him to ever get a job.
I like how she didn’t even capitalize her own name. It says I don’t take things too seriously and I also have no idea what LinkedIn is. It’s almost like bartenders maybe don’t need to be on LinkedIn…..
Can we please just all agree to leave the fitness pictures to Facebook?
Ummm…what? I have no words.
“Hey there kids! You probably know me from The Wiggles and I’m here today to offer YOU a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!”
I’m just nervous that this guy might actually be reading my mind through the computer.
At least her future employers can’t say they’re surprised when she comes to work hungover every Monday….and then they have to pay for her medical leave when she ends up in rehab.
Romance…It’s so hard to find that one true love these days. Especially when we let that person slip right through our grasp, wondering if we’ll ever see them again. Luckily Craigslist has your back. The Craigslist Missed Connections section has become the go-to spot for anyone trying to reconnect with that special someone they had a moment with at a coffee shop, grocery store, concert, or wherever cupid happened to be working that day. Now kick back and pledge allegiance to the state of Montana, and enjoy these missed connections from our dear state:
You were the tall brunette with the near perfect body that farted in the bread section last night. I was the tall guy next to you that looked over and asked, “Was that you?” You quickly replied “No…Wasn’t me!” You almost seemed insulted I would ask. As the stink grew you continued to deny your flatulence, but it was evident. I tried to get rid of the stench by waving 2 loafs of Ciabatta bread. You proceeded to storm off in an angry manner. You are beautiful and even if you are a liar and fart like a Clydesdale, I’d love to meet up sometime.
eye contact. turn on. like to know you.
What color was the Mustang? What were you driving? Did we make eye contact or did I just drive by?
Tim Fisher. Anyone know where .he is? Tell him an old friend is looking for . Please
i saw you outside the yelawolf concert, you asked about yellowstone and i didn’t get the joke at first 🙂 anyways, you were really cute and later that night my wolf was howling so i looked for you but you weren’t there. . .
Your a bartender there during the days best as i can tell. your humor is shining! my buddies and i sit in back under the spotlight for lunch. youd never notice me tho i think ive spotted you looking at me while i was watching you. lol your a large woman with the most un describable green eyes ive ever seen. ya jules. you kid about your ‘big ass’. i dream about it. i believ ive heard you talking about being on some nutri system shit and gymin it. i hope whatever you do it doesnt change the funny, outgoing person you seem to be. and nothing you could do would make you more beautiful to me and a few of the guys i sit wtih even. someday maybe ill sit at the bar i know your married but a man can dream right?
You were the beautiful blonde woman in the bright green fleece top that was smiling at me in the parking lot of WalMart at 4PM…..I walked in ahead of you (I was with my sister) and I turned around to look at you several times and we smiled and there was chemistry there….Oh, I DO so hope you see this…..I was the tall blonde guy with the brown vest, baseball hat, and sunglasses….I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!! I need to look into your eyes and tell you that I adore you…..answer if you see this!!!!
I didn’t see you waving at other people you were parked next to. Why did you guys wave at me? I was a little preoccupied with a conversation and I surely waived very awkwardly but if you want to chat tell me what you were driving. Trust me I am a car girl and I remember.
The morning after a hazy, enjoyable night out at the Badlander, I found myself eating breakfast alone, enjoying a rare sunny morning in Missoula. A creature of habit, I was wont to use the restroom and, in my haste, made the mistake of going through the wrong door. Or was it a mistake? This world can work in mysterious ways.
I rushed in through the stall door, and there you were. Rich auburn hair, radiant emerald eyes, and a smile that could melt the heart of the coldest misanthrope. I tried to introduce myself, but you kept saying no and waving your hands, insisting I leave and wait at the other door. In a rush, I thought you had meant the men’s restroom, and I waited there for an hour and missed a job interview–you must have forgotten to check over there.
I know the passion is there–let’s make this happen.
Oh, good LORD you were adorable. I could barely look you in the eye… You had to grab a new carton of Camel Reds and dropped a pack as you were opening it…I could hardly contain myself…I wanted to ask for your number so badly, but you were just too much for me to process. I instantly regretted not asking, and I’m hoping you’ll see this post so I can get another chance.I know if I see you again in person, ill just get flustered and be shy and then get distracted by you and forget to ask again…
Hi………….. I saw a VERY VERy handsome cowboy today in Missoula store on Broadway..You had a long coral green wesern shirt on. Looked very nice in those wranglers too. We smiled at each other a couple times and would like to get to know you. You were with an older gentlemen, mabe your pops….. I know this is a long shot, but one never knows….. Oh yeah you had 15 plates which means you were from Lake County….
I’ve been riding for about two years and I’ve always wanted to tell you that I think you are absolutely beautiful.
That is all.
To the hot stock girl – keep rocking your sexy colorful look – and I will keep making way more trips to the grocery store than I need to!
I was at Walmart with my grandmother and you commented on my crochet rainbow bracelet and we talked about how as gay individuals we do not have to follow the stereotype of what “gay” is but can still have pride in who we are as humans. You touched my heart somehow that day and I gave you the bracelet that I made. I would like to have that bottle of coke with you sometime. You made me smile when I was having a bad day.
Random acts of kindness feel just as good to do as they are to receive.
This is a long shot, but I go into Jimmy John’s everyday for lunch and the cashier with gauged ears that always takes my order has really caught my eye. Just a really shy guy and I don’t really know what to say.
I’ve seen you around town a few times lately, in different spots. You look like you could be a hipster, on the verge of becoming a homeless man. No idea how old you are, but guesstimating mid 20s-early 30s.. You have an epic ginger beard and you’re kind of dirty looking..What’s your story? You have a vibrant energy all around you. Next time I see you I’m just going to approach you.
Hey you, I’m far away and yet I miss you. I think about you and how much fun we had together. We talk but it’s not the same. I just wanted to say, I MISS YOU. I know you’ll read this and know it’s me.I’ll be back soon. Be ready…You’re awesome, Mybigman. Love you.
Cute blonde girl at bingo last night. Couldnt take my eyes off you. I wish we had talked more.
It was about 6 pm on Valentine’s Day. I was hoping to run into someone specific, so I approached the counter – by the time I got there and realized she wasn’t on shift, it was already too late!! I was committed, didn’t have any money on me, and wasn’t really up for coffee. You had blonde, curly hair, and asked for my order. Fortunately, one of those giant chocolate chunk cookies caught my eye, allowing me to save face and actually order something. You asked if I wanted anything to drink with that – and I replied that I was good. I didn’t take a receipt, but, after our transaction, I reached into my back pocket, and handed you some candy, wishing you a Happy Valentine’s Day. You lit up like a Christmas Tree – it seemed as though my actions may have “made your day…” and just thinking about that made MY day. 🙂
Just so you know, I’m a teacher. The candy I gave you was left over from what I gave my students that day. I originally intended to give it to someone else, but, it turns out, maybe it was intended for you all along. What I teach is math, so, I know the odds are incredibly long against your even SEEING this ad, but, if you do, and if you feel like taking a risk, reply to my ad… Perhaps sparks didn’t fly – but if they did, I wanted to give them their due opportunity to see what they can do.
You are beautiful. Thank you for reminding us why man creates art. Your ink and metal compliment you wonderfully and your i love zombies necklace was perfect
We see the elliptical guy and he confuses us. As girls, we question why a guy is using the machine. Sure, the elliptical is stereotypically for women, but that’s only because any man on it hasn’t been to the gym enough to know otherwise. While he could actually be trying to tone his booty and calves, the nature of manliness and the required equipment lead us to believe that this man has ulterior motives. Ladies pull up your shirt and avoid eye contact because elliptical guy is on the prowl. Elliptical guy, your bro tank and gently used Nikes fail to distract us from your intention to chat with fellow female elliptical users, “it’s not me, it’s you.”
This guy is a knockout, literally. He will start with, “let’s go out for drinks, baby.” As much as this guy believes he is a perfect ten, his ill-prepared pickup lines and overwhelming eagerness to buy us another round only results in irritation and a serious case of skin crawling. Pretty soon, one vodka redbull turns to three and your shoulders are inevitably between many other pairs. Just when you think it is safe to turn around, bar fight guy brilliantly decides throwing a punch for no reason will lead him to getting lucky. What began as a romantic night out, ends with you running away in your high heels from an angry mob. While we may love acts of passion in the bedroom, as for at the bar, no thanks. Bar fight guy, “it’s not me, it’s you.”
This guy is so cryptic about your relationship, you’re about to buy Rosetta Stone to decipher him. His sweet talk and keen methods of avoiding conversation leave you anxiously analyzing his every action. You can identify this type of guy by phrases like: “we don’t need to define our feelings,” “were just going with the flow,” or “let’s just see where this takes us.” Your friends endlessly pry about your relationship and nearly every new interaction is preceded with meet my “friend” [insert name here.] This guy is so ambiguous you catch yourself acting definitively crazy stalking his Facebook, psycho analyzing his texts, and did a drive by just happen? The combination of casual hookups and random dates leave our head spinning so c’mon man, as long as you keep calling us just friends, “it’s not me, it’s you.”
On the dance floor, you can feel this guy approaching before he enters your personal bubble. A warm breath on the back of your neck usually signals his approach along with sweaty, poorly placed hands on your hips. Finally, our stomach churns with the ever so classy bulge pressing against your lower back. This instantly brings out your inner nun, wishing for a turtleneck and regretting previous booty shakes. We will never know why this guy believes girls enjoy being stealthily approached from behind only to be severely violated by his crotch. We can conclude this guy’s attempted imitation of Channing Tatum is closer to John Travolta in Hairspray. If you want a dance, buy us a drink and just ask. Random guy in the club, we don’t want to back up on it, sorry “it’s not me, it’s you.”
Whoa there thunder thumbs, slow down! This guy taps on his phone so much sometimes we are surprised the screen hasn’t cracked. We must applaud him for his endless knowledge of every social media outlet. However, this guy has somehow managed to convince himself his number of new notifications is a direct reflection of his likability thus faultily concluding he deserves a high self esteem. You can’t put a filter on real life, so clear your vision girl! As soon as retweets, filters, likes, and hashtags become main topics of conversation it’s time to think twice. Social media guy, until you stop determining your self worth by your number of retweets, #itsnotmeitsyou.
As much fun as it is to listen about your fraternity awards, self-serving volunteer work, and profoundly faulty solution to world hunger, we would rather sit through a PBS special on the eating patterns of a mollusk than hear one more word about your excessive and futile efforts. The more you yammer on, the more we realize you love the sound of your own voice more than you could ever love us so you shouldn’t be surprised that your relationships don’t go as well as your election as secretary of environmental club. So until my eyes don’t glaze over with just the thought of conversing with you, we must proudly proclaim that “it’s not me, it’s you.”
We wonder how long it took this gym rat to arrange his protein mix containers into a three-tiered pyramid (complete with a perfected backlighting and an inspirational quote) before he proudly uploaded it to his Instagram. He points out to us that excuses don’t burn calories, but we’d like to add the excessively posed selfies in the dirty gym mirror doesn’t either. His extensive effort to strategically show off his biceps does not go unnoticed but when you ditch us for your fellow sweaty men – we’re forced to question what we’re willing to deal with for washboard abs. Next time, put some of that effort into pleasing more than just our eyes, so we don’t have to keep saying “it’s not me, it’s you.”
This guy has been recently inspired by another male, so inspired in fact that he has moments where he takes on his latest idol’s personality. Sure the inspiration starts with some sporadic catchphrases but adoration turns to imitation and with that, a powerful girl repellent. Common mistakes of this guy include wearing clothes he can’t pull of as well as Ryan Gosling or forgetting about his race when blasting dirty rap from his 2002 Toyota Camry. When analyzing identity crisis guy, you must be aware of who your man is channeling. A dash of Don Draper or Drake may whisk you away into a temporary fantasyland, but as soon as your guy touches upon Jesse from Breaking Bad you’re shaken back into reality. While we may enjoy role-playing now and then, remember at the end of the day we like you for you. Identity crisis guy, until you realize you cannot be a combination of James Bond and Liam Hemsworth, we will forever tell your alternate identity, “it’s not me, it’s you.”