I was gonna say Browning or Lame Deer or name any other rezzville in Montana, but Shrap beat me to it. The closest I ever came to a true Dueling Banjos experience was on an Indian reservation in Oregon when I was working with the tribal foresters. At some little ville on the way to the timber, we stopped to grab some coffee and junk from a scruffy little bodega with a gas pump kind of place. Strange vibe, I bought my stuff, we piled back in the truck, and I just couldn't resist asking "What the heck just happened." Forester in the back went "twangity twang twang." We were laughing so hard we had to wait a minute before hitting the road.
Up hills slow, Down hills fast Tonnage first and Safety last.
