Kayaking in Montana is a unique experience. You're going to hate it at first, but just like a $1 Conoco corndog you learn to love it. Each bite gets juicer, more savory, and in the end there is always a piece of wood. If this makes no sense that's okay, but if these words ring undeniable truths then you are a part of a breed of Montanan that is dumber then the rest. You have put yourself in inexcusable danger for the glory of the experience. You have taken the risk, grabbed that dog, and embraced the unknown. You are part of an outkast society teetering on self-destruction and you love it. Yes, I love it. So my friends eat up, shut up, and send it, just never give up and know it's all good!