My Dad use to live on the Bitterroot Mountain range in western Montana, His trade was a proffessional chinker,but during elk season and trapping season he learned to survive in a leanto.My wife and I decided to help him on some jobs, We decided to move out west from Indiana,Thats when our troubles started our car did donuts down a mountainside,We didn't know that the snow was falling so fast that everyone was getting off at an exit because it was a bad snowstorm,Well we made it through that just to get to Buffalo,Wyoming and the car fizzled out and we were stuck,So we stayed in a motel for the night went back to gas station that had the car and he told us that the car was repairable,but cost to much to fix so we sold him the car,We packed as much as we could carry and put it on a Greyhound.Well that was enough to upset us that we were ready to go back to Indiana,but we went ahead and met my Dad in Bozeman,He had purchased us a trailer to live in while we were on the road chinking.Well we went to 3 different jobs and finished them.My dad decided to take us back up to his home close to Darby Mt. We drove for about 30 miles before we were there.Talk about being far from civilization,When you go to town thats an all day chore!Well we were at the cabin for a few days when my Dad said he was going to take us fishing My wife knows me I was more than willing to go.We packed up some things like bedrolls,and had a backpack with our food. We drove for about 40 minutes up this mountain ,down this mountain,up some more and we finnally ended up in a park.We locked up the truck,I don't know how my dad knew of these lakes because they were far from anything and anyone ,we were surrounded by trees and boulders and then we came across the 1st lake it was pretty shallow so we moved on walked for about 30 more minutes and we were on the 2nd lake,We made up our beds under the open skies.I went fishing for a couple hours with no luck,We decided to build a fire and relax. Well night came and went when I had went to bed I left my bait on my line.We woke up to the cry of a bird,a bluejay had taken my bait and it was all tangled up and caught in the mouth,I picked up the bird and got it untangled and released it back to the wild.We decided to fish that morning before we headed out,When we finished we went back to the campsite and in the trees there were a dozen or so bluejays singing.I think they were saying thank you for getting thier friend out of that mess.I believe it was an act from god that these birds came back to us and let us listen to them sing.I am back in Indiana and will always remember that trip. |