One of the things I miss most about Montana is the beer. (And the friends, fishing, scenery, lifestyle… etc). But the beer was something else. Maybe it was the fact that so many of the local brews were named after fishy things, or that I had good memories with so many of them out in the field. It’s sad not being able to walk into a grocery store and see a stack of Madison River Brewing sitting there. Makes me kinda homesick to think about it.
For Christmas, Shane gave me this:
You know you’ve got good friends when…
Hope everyone out there had a good Christmas.
