Dave has a ranch outside of Choteau (populatin of about 1,800 and located 20 miles east of the Rocky Mountains on my road to Glacier Park) and seems a good neighbor. I don't know if he was thanking the good people for helping nab the would-be kidnapper of his son months back or just liking to see people have fun or what, really didn't matter. What could be better than a Willie Nelson concert in a rodeo arena in Montana? I didn't have a ticket but when Kelly got to town I thought that we should just drive up to Choteau and see what was what. She was more than game. So here are pictures of our little adventure.
By the way, Willie did say from the stage, "Thanks, Dave." There you go.
Kelly at our perch where we could look in on the rodeo arena and get a glimpse of Willie & Family. If we were in a big city and bought seats to the concert, very likely this would be as close as we could get! There weren't as many people as I thought there would be on the outside hanging out to at least hear Willie even if we couldn't get inside to see him. The Jaycees still sold burgers (local beef) and beer to us out the back door of their booths. Great people those Jaycees.
These people in the cherry picker came prepared. They were on the outside too but sure had good seats behind and above the arena. They could see the stage straight on. People sitting down below enjoying more of that local beef. moo
Wonderful surprise, one of the Jaycees came out and told us outsiders that we would get to go in! The entrance was right by the side of the stage.
See!
Willie was at his laid-back finest and the crowd was probably the mildest ever. The security consisted of (besides the Jaycees) the county sheriff's department lined up in front of the stage. However mostly they were helping people in the crowd by taking their cameras and clicking close up pictures of Willie and his band. A very dusty German Shepherd wound its way through the crowded legs. We got our way to the front without having to push or shove. What the Jaycees thought would be the last few songs that we could get into hear became about 45 minutes of Willie wrapping it up and then playing another and another and another. He was amazing. With the sun setting, he ended with the song, "I gotta get drunk, I sure do regret it." We sure didn't regret making the last-minute drive up to Choteau. Thanks, Dave!
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