Thanks to a chance encounter in Baker, the Carter County Museum in Ekalaka will soon be the proud owner of a powerful microscope that will be used in a citizen project to study ancient insects and plants preserved in amber. Museum Director Sabre Moore ordered the microscope on Wednesday and expects to have it on-site in time for the museum’s flagship event—the Annual Dino Shindig on the last weekend of July. Moore bought the research tool after receiving a $4,300 check from the Red Ants Pants Foundation. (more…) Continue Reading →
Sarah Calhoun
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Project, symposium strengthen small businesses
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Someone once said, “You don’t build a business, you build people. And the people build the business.”
In a state like Montana, where we are known around the world for our work ethic and hospitality, building up people and building relationships is the undisputed strength of our businesses. (more…) Continue Reading →
Filed under: Opinion, Base Camp, Main Street Montana Project, Red Ants Pants, Sarah Calhoun, Scott Brown, Steve Bullock
Red Ants: Pants, philanthropy, music and a whole lot more
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WHITE SULPHUR SPRINGS—Reflecting on the nine years since she started Red Ants Pants, Sarah Calhoun shook her head and let out a satisfied sigh. “It’s been a whirlwind, that’s for sure,” she said. (more…) Continue Reading →
Filed under: Culture, Diversions, Big Timber Meats, Red Ants Pants, Red Ants Pants Foundation, Red Ants Pants Music Festival, Sarah Calhoun, White Sulphur Springs
Op-ed: Carrying Montana’s small-business voice to D.C.
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I started Red Ants Pants out of necessity. I had no interest in being in business; I just needed work pants that fit. It is a huge honor that this entrepreneurial adventure is taking me to the White House for a second time, but I need your help. (more…) Continue Reading →
Filed under: Montana, Red Ants Pants, Red Ants Pants Music Festival, Sarah Calhoun, Small Business Majority, White Sulphur Springs
A bit of paradise: An insider’s look at Red Ants Pants fest
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Friday, July 25, 1 a.m.
Follow the music. That’s what I tell myself as I look around the campground. I’ve lost my party. It was easy to find them in the daytime. They had plastic palm trees in front of their tents. Continue Reading →