A Real Montana Hunting Story

This was told to me by the Glendive Guru.

Back in the early 60’s there were few people living in the rugged lands of Southeastern Montana. Two guys from Glendive were out hunting south of Miles City and had gone that entire morning without getting off a shot. They’d seen plenty of deer but since they were road hunting, they’d not taken the effort to get out of the pick-up truck to track or wait. It was early in the season and the weather was hot and dry, so the guys decided to give up and stop by a little bar near Volborg to have a beer before going back home.
As they headed north towards Miles City, they came across a terrible car wreck where a sedan had rolled a couple of times and smashed into a power pole. There was a highway patrolman waiting outside the vehicle when they stopped and asked if they could do anything to help.
The patrolman said there was one fatality, a guy thrown from the vehicle, and a woman who was still alive, he’d called for an ambulance which was on its way. He asked the guys if they could take the man’s body into the funeral home in Miles City, so the heat of the day would not cause further decomposition. The guys said they’d be glad to and loaded the body into the back of the pick-up and put a blanket over it.
As the guys approached the town of Volborg they discussed stopping for the beer as they had planned. With little debate, agreeing there could not be much harm in that since their passenger was already dead, they pulled into the gravel parking lot in front of the bar.
When they ordered the beers and sat down to the bar, a regular patron, already quite drunk, asked how hunting had been, seeing they were dressed for the field.
“We only got one, a small one,” one of the guys said.
“Well, ya mind if I take a look?” the drunk asked.
“Be our guest,” the guys answered.
The men walked out side. The drunk shuffled behind the hunters, leaned against the pick-up bed to support himself, then lifted up the blanket in the pick-up bed.
The two guys from Glendive heard the drunk beginning to stutter and gasp, but didn’t say a word, just got in the truck and headed out of town.