Cowboy Dave is not only a true wrangler, but also an actor and a model and a very forceful tour guide indeed.
One does not experience the real Montana (or get pictures) without eating testicles cut right in front of you from a baby cow then immediately cooked on a charcoal grill. (They taste like fluffy, fatty hamburger).
Nor was I to escape the authentic, good time experience of building a cabin in the middle of nowhere at high elevation.
I was assured that models and contacts galore would be found at what turned out to be a drunken square dance that almost ended in a brawl. Quick tip — never refer to a cowboy’s neck ware as a scarf. It’s not a scarf; it’s a wild rag. I learned the hard way so you don’t have to. Oh, and if you happen to have a pair of vintage Iron Maiden Vans that you think are totally cool, leave them at home.