Ross River,Yukon Territory - The bar was mostly drunk natives (First Nations Peoples} with a few white trash who were shacked up with some of the native gals. The bartender was behind a screened in area - you ordered, slid the money through a small opening and she slid a drink back.
My only reason for being in the place was because I was with a friend who knew quite a few of the locals and he felt that I needed to experience the "real" Yukon. We spent most of the evening there - Once was enough.
drover
223 Rem, my favorite cartridge - you can't argue with truckloads of dead PD's and gophers.
24hourcampfire.com - The site where there is a problem for every solution.
