I was young,camped at surveyors lake near Cranbrook B.C. on a road trip,we headed over the roosville border into Montana that day and bought a keg from the first and last chance bar,found a farmers field,tapped it and a redneck pulled up with a shotgun hanging out the window,There was 3 carloads of us by then all drinking beer and watching this gal swing a big log at her husband.
He say's "You all get off my land".
Well after some negotiations he came out and had a few with us.
We were after all just Canadians in Montana.
When we finally headed back Mount St. Helens had allready blown,we were bombed except for the dd's and didnt notice it untill the next morning when we finally crawled out of whatever car we came back in.
First thing through my mind was someone set off the big one.
Everything was white.
It was surreal to say the least.