Wesley S. - a year ago at Easter a buddy of mine called up and wanted to go hear this young bluegrass band at a little bar in Wolf Creek, Montana. They were coming through from a gig in Spokane and needed some gas money. There were maybe a dozen people in the audience.

The group, of course, was "Hit & Run" - and I was amazed that the guitar player was a woman. And when she started flatpicking I about fell off my chair - she picked the fire out of that guitar!
The male banjo player was hot but didn't sing. The bass player was a tall lanky gal who sang a bit and had a really nice smile. The mandolin player was an innovative picker and also perhaps the best singer in the group. He also played the fiddle a bit. The flatpicking woman was perhaps the second best singer. They are all very young - just out of college a couple of years.

It was an enjoyable Easter sunday evening, and I thought then that I didn't know any other women pickers of this gal's equal. I'm sure they're out there - I just don't get out much.

The only other local woman I've heard flatpick is still very tentative and much too precise. She gets all the notes right, but there's no flow to the music.

Actually maybe Greg is on to something about skipping stones. It's a mystical connection !