Through his eyes...

Just finished reading a book by James Lee Burke, titled Bitterroot. Burke has a home(?) in the Bitterroot Valley, and that is where the events in this book take place.
He does fairly well, for the most part, with places and such but there are a couple places that quivered my reality meter.
In one scene, they drove to Lincoln for dinner and got in a fight with bikers. Hmm. If I lived in Missoula, I can think of better places to go for a drink and a steak. But back to the fight. The ambulance and sherriff arrived "momentarily". In Lincoln Montana?
Another discrepancy-It is June (in the book) and a herd of elk runs through a meadow with the sun glinting "off the bony surfaces of their racks". Not in June, methinks. But on the whole I think he did fairly well. It is a decent enough book.