In the small towns of Montana with only one tap of Schmidt's finer animal ale, the skunk, I believe it is called. And chili dogs with real American free range cow and authentic American pig intestines can a language emerge that rocks the fly fishing world! Hail to Montana.... mother nature's finest even with the Friday's night bowling gang verbatim!!! No one has bowled until you have bowled in Montana. Shit they make you keep score.....no automated animated score screens....and I really wouldn't want it any other way...how the youngins supposed to learn math if done for them???