Cassius stirring up trouble Yesterday we were kidnapped by a guy who goes by the name Cap’n Pete.  I thought he was taking us to stop by his friend’s ranch, but by the time we arrived there he was throwing a pair of waders at me, shoving a rod in my hand, and informing me that we would be fishing the Gallatin for the next four (!) hours.  He also loaded up a shotgun in the fortunate event we might run into any big game. This was so not how I had planned to spend my afternoon. We fished until the moon was up and made our way back to the car through cow pastures.  The big black beasts were making a real ruckus and didn’t seem to appreciate our intrusion.  Cassius was especially pissing them off and the angry bunch of Angus quickly herded us against an electric and barbed wire fence.  I was preparing myself to be trampled to death - Goodnight, Montana. Goodbye, Loves. Alex pointed the shotgun to the sky ready to shoot.  Cap’n Pete ripped a post out of the earth and rolled back the fence.  We made it out alive. By then I was ready to go home and collapse, but Pete wasn’t done with us yet.  He insisted we go back to his place to eat some venison he hunted last week.  I reluctantly obliged and was fortified with some of the best burgers I’ve ever tasted.  What a day.

Cassius stirring up trouble

Yesterday we were kidnapped by a guy who goes by the name Cap’n Pete.  I thought he was taking us to stop by his friend’s ranch, but by the time we arrived there he was throwing a pair of waders at me, shoving a rod in my hand, and informing me that we would be fishing the Gallatin for the next four (!) hours.  He also loaded up a shotgun in the fortunate event we might run into any big game. This was so not how I had planned to spend my afternoon.

We fished until the moon was up and made our way back to the car through cow pastures.  The big black beasts were making a real ruckus and didn’t seem to appreciate our intrusion.  Cassius was especially pissing them off and the angry bunch of Angus quickly herded us against an electric and barbed wire fence.  I was preparing myself to be trampled to death - Goodnight, Montana. Goodbye, Loves. Alex pointed the shotgun to the sky ready to shoot.  Cap’n Pete ripped a post out of the earth and rolled back the fence.  We made it out alive.

By then I was ready to go home and collapse, but Pete wasn’t done with us yet.  He insisted we go back to his place to eat some venison he hunted last week.  I reluctantly obliged and was fortified with some of the best burgers I’ve ever tasted.  What a day.