I thought it got cold enough in the winter to kill the mosquitoes in Montana.
I use to have a boy who worked for me from Montana, so that nickname stuck to him, (Montana)! One morning he comes in with this t-shirt on, it had a picture or sheep quivering and this sheep herder smiling from ear to ear. The shirt said, Montana where the men are men and the sheep are
afraid!!
I remember in about 1972 I was out there up around Ft. Peck Montana. We went up to where they were pouring the Dworshak Dam. That was quite an operation to watch. They had a concrete plant sit up on one bank and they never stopped pouring they sent a bucket out, about every 30 seconds. It would leave the plant and head out to where it was to dump on a cable. A loud horn signaled dumping and it would dump go back and grab another. The story was there was already two men buried in the damn. Never could confirm that but, definitely could see how it could happen. There was guys tying steel all the time and when the horn went off it looked liked ants scrambling out of the way. At night it was like its own little city. Lit up so you could read a newspaper on the banks!!
OK rambeled long enough!! If I hadn't found my honey when I was still in the Army. I would probably living somewhere out there!! Loved Montana, Idaho, Wyoming, and thought about Alaska!!