Jason Kelly '95 | October 28, 2015
One day, while surveying a patch of his family’s ranch along the Milk River, David Aageson felt something. Something holy. Like he was on sacred ground.
David and his brother, Verges, had raised cattle and grain for years on their land in northern Montana without giving much thought to its beauty or history. They took for granted the view of the badlands rising abruptly from the high plains, and the silty Milk curling through on its way from Canada to the Missouri River. They paid little attention to the archaeological richness that reveals glimpses into the Native American past or to the epochal cache of fossils. They were focused on making a living.