Well, I had been warned

I’d been warned.

When Barb and I moved to Malta we were given a heads up about the wind, the cold, and the mosquitoes.

Longtime Montana residents, we figured we’d already seen it all. Frigid temperatures are a given anywhere in Montana come winter. We used to live in Livingston where on occasion the wind blows train cars of the tracks, and we were also no strangers to mosquitoes.

Or so I thought.

Then I went hunting yesterday -- a short outing with Ace in search of sharptail grouse -- and ended up fleeing in terror.

A couple of weeks ago we had a rain of epic proportion. For two days it sprink...