I went hunting with Randy that year
Off to Montana we would go
We settled in on our property
And watched the snowflakes flow.
It started out quite nicely I thought
But how high would the snow be?
Would we be able to get out?
These were all worries for me.
He didn't get an Elk that year, folks
But the visit was anything but blah
I look back on that winter and enjoy
Photos of a snowy day in Montana.
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