It's the new mostly legal hazing ritual for for anyone hoping to call them self a Bozeman paddler. With ample low water, rocks, and debauchery for all the greater Bozeman area has never been so fired up to boat the Gallatin late in the cold evening as we are now. With two successful descents so far we are now gathering fliers and stickers to spread the good news throughout town. Our goal is thirty strong, though our last turnout of eleven is by far an unprecedented number for a fall run. Boaters of all levels; and I do mean all, convene at the rally point in the mall parking lot and head to the river. We arrive dancing to the good music and begin the hair run. Once on the river everything goes: crashing your buddy out of a wave, skirt pulling, rescuing you neighbor from a swim, boofing on people, forced swims, guiding a first D'er down. It will all be done in the name of good river fun. It is always dark at the take out when we arrive. The conversations are always planning what will be paddled that next weekend, who wants to go again the next few days and everything of the sort. We will most defiantly report future marginalness to come. please hold no fear.
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