Book Description
"Knocking the gun away, running into the bank, leaving a trail of blood behind, not realizing he had been shot. "Heading into the Bob [Bob Marshall Wilderness] with a packhorse in tow. "With my rope stretched tight across the swollen creek, me on one side, the calf on the other." "Cross hairs at the top of his back, the buckskin butt patch fills my scope." "Prying eyes might find us a la naturale, refreshing ourselves in the cool waters of a high mountain lake." A collection of true-life adventures, tall tales, with a few out and out lies thrown in just for fun. Oh, what a grand adventure it all has been, growing up and old, running the mountains along the continental divide just outside the smoky little village of Lincoln Montana.
