It was back in 1979 on a hunting trip to Montana. After a week backpacking in the mountains, my buddy and I went in to the town of West Yellowstone to resupply. There was a band playing that night at the Stagecoach Inn, so Del and I got a motel, cleaned up, and had a good meal before the event. I was absolutely amazed by how talented the " John Colter Band " was !
During the intermission, we were approached by a couple of local girls on the prowl who noticed the California licence plate on my camper van, and wanted us to meet up later. Del and I looked at each other and thought, uh uh, No Way !

Standing in the foyer, drinks in hand, we saw this guy walk into the ladies room

. There was a woman's loud voice, obviously annoyed, using a few choice words not worthy of mentioning.
The next morning, Del and I went for breakfast and then over to the Sporting Goods store to get some information and bait for fishing. The guy behind the counter was the same one who walked into the ladies room the night before. When asked about it, laughing he said, .......... " We get a lot of drunk tourists. Sometimes I get lucky. "
Didn't bag a bighorn sheep on the hunt, but had a memorable time for sure; and the " John Colter Band " was fantastic, to say the least.
