Now we come to the end of our tales about Montana Jones. I've taken you along as he avoided bill collectors, dumped his car in the harbor, and cut off his own finger. I've shown you how ornery he is and how deserving of disdain, even ridicule – provided you are out of reach. The question remains, what happened to Montana Jones? Where is he now?
Always the opportunist, Montana was fishing the Banks in August of 2005 when a tropical storm over the Bahamas became a big storm by the name of Katrina. He followed the news and when the dikes burst, Montana was sitting in the bar with the rest of the fishermen discussing how awful the situation was, and how badly the government botched the job.
“They ought to have supply and hospital ships follow storms like that right into the coast. That way they'd be right on site with what everyone needs,” Steve Burnap said.
A light went on in Montana's mind and he jumped off his barstool and took off out the door that very minute.
His plan only took a day to implement. He offered his boat as collateral on a loan and gathered together every cent he owned. Then he called in favors and borrowed money from everyone he knew. Montana Jones was going into the supply business.