From Tues. April 19th Livingston Enterprise newspaper:
FREE - I am a handsome one-year-old Barred Rock Rooster name Freddy. I need a new home due to hating Grizzly the Rooster’s guts (would really like to hurt him bad.) Do you have hens that need protection? If so, I’m your guy. Please call (406) 220-3135
You know your in Montana when you stand there at the cash register waiting for a clerk to ring up sales tax on your purchase and you find out that there is none. YEA !!
Too funny, LF! A bright spot in an otherwise somewhat gloomy day…
Kelly.
You know you’re in Montana when you’ve just finished fishin’ the Bighorn and your brother-in-law suggests a couple of days
fishin’ Rock Creek up near Missoula. You look at the map and say “do you know how far that is?”
Your native Montanan brother-in-law looks at you with those squinty eyes of his and says “just a Sunday spin son!!”
Oh wow how very true Bobby, we’ve been known to drive 150 miles for lunch. Really, a friend of ours was playing banjo at a Pizza place in Billings on the weekend. So off we went! (Some years ago admittedly.) S
LF,
Years ago I heard a lady from Scotland, who had lived in the US for some years, say that one of the differences is that in the US we think something 100 years old is old and in Scotland that think something 100 miles off is far away.
Ed