Freaky, for some reason I am still trying to firgure this out, but a close aquaintance that I have known at the bottom of the mountain here for quite sometime was heading to Sturgis the other day and he made the ride on his Hawg and got past Big Fork, Mt.,
maybe 2 hrs away, there he had met his death when a deer ran into his handle bar on the left side sending Don crashing into the pavement and no helmet. Dead on impact. He was the first friend I made when I got here and he would give you the shirt off his back, but he went in doing something he wanted to do, I am sure he wanted to see those boobs just one more time, but maybe in the Big Sky.
Bobby