Chapter 8: Great Gray Hunt

 Chantal emailed to say she wouldn't be able to meet up until the 24th, buying us one more day. We decided to do some driving in the morning, then spend the evening on a new mission. Someone on Ebird had reported Great Grays from a place called Georgetown Lake, only a short detour for us, off I-90. But first, we stopped at the Town Cafe for a much needed feast: 2/3 pounder Buffalo burger with fried onions, mushrooms, cheese, bacon and onion rings.

Nothing like a bunch of dead animals to get your appetite going!

In the afternoon we arrived with no particular battle plan. Just drive around some forest roads essentially  Amazingly though, we spotted one, sitting atop a spruce, searching for voles as they are always doing. Before the trip I had emailed the dude from Ebird (found his email by googling his name), and asked him for a tip on a Great Gray. He replied saying he was a pro guide and would take us for a fee of some couple hundred bucks. Well Gary Swant, if you are reading this, HAH!

Then we camped in the forest and made a roaring fire which litteraly burned right through my trousers. In the morning a bit of birding and then off toward Washington. Before leaving Montana though, our appetites still not satisfied, we had much more greasy burgers at the "50,000" silver dollar, a humungous travel center complete with a casino, bar (lined with silver dollars), diner, souvenir shop,  and knife shop (that also carried katanas and medieval-style swords and kung fu shit like nun-chucks). As we picked out which bear and wolf shirts we wanted and I fitted a red onesie on for size, I heard TWO DIFFERENT parents ask their children if they would like to buy a knife!