Bump for the follow up!
For the record, I have really struggled with posting a report of this trip due to how it all played out. In a nutshell it turns out the quick hatched plan and its intended
execution was very sound, yet there was one major, constant, and debilitating snag which made the trip miserable.
Anyway, your alls help proved invaluable.....Here was the result (in brief as I need to restrain my combative urges).
Seven Species in Seven Days, How Hard can it be?
As it turns out, not that hard UNLESS
you go with an incompatible partner.
First off what say I describe the team members.
BF: (yours truly), Prior to this had worked for no less than 100-140hrs/week, every week, for roughly 3 years, and for not that much revenue for that matter helping a couple friends rebuild their business after the recent crash. Besides rarely sleeping, I rarely eat due to my wife's penchant for Pizza..........Top it all off I've pretty much lived a playboys lifestyle always having oddly had a thing for the gals, chain smoke, drink moderately, and wherein till 49 lack of excercise never bothered me even still lean and ripped, almost overnight I acquired the body of a potato with toothpics for arms and legs, lungs gone, muscles gone, and generally falling apart.
I had 3 actual goals on this trip......Get the Royal Slam, sleep/relax as much as possible, eat well......IOW, turn my life around and start getting healthy.
DM: Discretion restricts me from saying much. Lets just say DM is a great guy, will break his back for you, no request made of him too great. Top it all off he is extremely well off financially, and has gotten himself fairly healthy in all ways. That said DM is the cheapest person on the planet. Now I did not say frugal, I said cheap!
DM had a single goal this trip......To fish, period. Buster wants to fish and by gawd he will fish!
Unwise no doubt yet I had no reason to not trust him, wherein I did all of the planning and research DM had two sole tasks before the trip. 1. set up the air travel per our needs. 2. Arrange for a vehicle per my requirements......Did I mention he is CHEAP?
Working until the last 5 minutes before our trip, we race off to the airport oddly late in the day in my mind and against "the plan" quickly discovering that DM had used an appropriate travel site to book...."Cheap-O Air". Why, because it was the cheapest of course, and the cheapest tickets they offered would land us after 12 hours!!!
in Bozeman at 11:30PM!
Naturally that entailed massive amounts of walking with all of our gear as we made connections....Not surprisingly having to literally walk from one end of each major airport to the opposite end, and I healthy as I am was on the constant verge of a heart attack. Of course I can get no rest, and to top it all off wouldn't you know it, we're getting in so late everywhere I can't get anything to eat.
Never the less we reach Bozeman on time, the airport all but closed, no way to get our vehicle, no access to vending machines, and this is me, pissed off, starving, exhausted, and holding onto anything just so my fists don't ball up....I'm the grumpy one on the right:
Having already had enough, I then step outside to cool off and have a smoke.....My God, cool but comfortable, the air so shockingly clean and sweet with even my dead palette I notice the vast and shocking difference. So much so though a chain smoker, it takes me 15 minutes to light up, and instantly I don't want it.
Montana is going to save me!......DM however had other plans.
DM gets a new job. His new job while I'm outside is to find us a room in Bozeman and get us a taxi there. A half hour later with no rooms to be found, and no luck calling a taxi, I decide to start asking around as he just looks at me and finally talk a driver into hauling our asses around as he graciously makes a few calls with all of the hotels full......or more, not wanting to book anyone so late as it turned out.
By 1:30AM we're booked into the Holiday Inn on the West side of Bozeman, naturally we get to haul all of the gear to the far end of the building, and more pissed off than ever I decide I need a drink, a smoke, and something to eat. Well, the smoke easy, the drink I find at the bar next door which oddly is also a casino (more on that later), and the ONLY food to be found is a hotdog at the gas station that had clearly been cooking for 11 months....So I had one bite of the dog, threw the rest out, and decided "tomorrow will be a better day".
I'll stop there for the moment...I'll post the balance when I have more time.....and yes, we eventually fish.