I just wanna know about the rock. 'Sup wit dat?
Its filled with black supernatural cocaine.I just wanna know about the rock. 'Sup wit dat?
I imagine it filling up with cigarette butts and empty beer cans....I wondering about how they are going about their lives and all seemingly ignoring the huge bottomless supernatural hole in the West Pasture.
I hope they don't explain the hole.Yes. I thought it was pretty good. Interesting plot so far. Good acting, etc. The real test will be the next season. Hoping the writing doesn't jump the shark which I can see happening with this one.
There are moments, scenes even, that are riveting. Imogen Poots scares the hell out of for some reason. I find her unsettling. It brings to mind the video for Davis Bowies Blackstar. Unsettling.
Agree 100%.I hope she's not like that in real life. If that's what hippydom has become I'm gonna pass.
THIS!I watched all of the first season, and am now comfortable with the entire show falling into a big hole, never to be seen again.
Yes!I wondering about how they are going about their lives and all seemingly ignoring the huge bottomless supernatural hole in the West Pasture.
Yup.Genuine question from a non-American - do 99% of folks in Wyoming really wear cowboy hats, like they do in Outer Range?
Wow, thank you.Yup.
Wyoming, Southeast Idaho, Montana, Northern Nevada, and Southwest Oregon are still areas where ranching is still done in the old style. There are remote ranches that still have no electricity or phone service, that are over 60 miles away from the closest paved road and 120 miles away from civilization.
They not only all wear cowboy hats, they wear 2 distinctly different styles and go by different names. Cowboys wear what you think is the cowboy hat, with upturned sides and a high crown. They're the ones whose ranches have all the modern stuff, and they'll farm part of their ranch, usually growing hay and grain crops for winter feed.
The other guys are the hard-core drovers that do nothing but herd cattle on horseback. They're called buckaroos, and they disdain all 'ground work'.
The buckaroos typically wear a short-crowned hat with a wide flat brim that's turned up a little in the back, usually black, or rarely, the old Silver Belly, an off-white color.
There guys often don't own a ranch. They travel from one big spread to another seasonally, to herd big herds that are left out on the range year round in places that often have no fences. Some will stay put in one area and work the cattle for an absentee owner for years.
The buckaroos dress differently from the cowboys too. They all wear plain white shirts, never the fancy cowboy shirts, wool vests, and they all wear huge silk bandannas they call 'wild rags'. Leather cuffs, short chaps called chinks, and high-topped boots with high underslung heels. The style is closer to the Mexican Vaqueros than the modern cowboy; Americanized vaquero.
The Buckaroos tend to be families who have been at it ever since the West was settled. There aren't very many of them anymore, but their cattle skills are immense. They'll often be responsible for 2-300 cows, and do all the work alone with nothing but a couple of very smart horses, 2 smart dogs, and a rope that's 60 feet long and about as thick as heavy fishing line.
The Buckaroos are often very handy at some other skills now, because their occupation is slowly closing down. They learn welding, are often good basic mechanics, and they'll drive heavy equipment on road crews and the like when they can't find a job herding.
My family had one who married into ours. He was 6 when he went into town for the first time, and his family lived so far out he never went to school, but he learned math on his own. His birth was never registered, he never had a driver's license, and his wife taught him how to read when he was 32.
He could swing a loop 20 feet wide at a calf 40 feet away in the middle of a herd and never miss. I counted his catches one day, and he roped 65 calves without missing a throw. From one corner of a corral. Never moved out of that spot and covered the entire corral from it.
I've never seen better trained horses than his, and his dogs were as good as a hired man and were super-smart.
He died from sinus cancer, after catching it when he was only 14, probably brought on by the fungus that lives in the deserts out here in the southwest. The fungus lies dormant forever until it rains, then it blooms and will infect the nose and lungs severely if a person is exposed to it for very long.
I own a dog that came from his pair, a scruffy looking Australian Shepherd, the breed that originated here in the mountain west. They're the only breed I've ever owned, and while all my other dogs were intelligent, this one is as smart as a 3-year old human. I have more trouble trying to learn how to teach him something than he does learning it.
regards,
stanger
Yup.
Wyoming, Southeast Idaho, Montana, Northern Nevada, and Southwest Oregon are still areas where ranching is still done in the old style. There are remote ranches that still have no electricity or phone service, that are over 60 miles away from the closest paved road and 120 miles away from civilization.
They not only all wear cowboy hats, they wear 2 distinctly different styles and go by different names. Cowboys wear what you think is the cowboy hat, with upturned sides and a high crown. They're the ones whose ranches have all the modern stuff, and they'll farm part of their ranch, usually growing hay and grain crops for winter feed.
The other guys are the hard-core drovers that do nothing but herd cattle on horseback. They're called buckaroos, and they disdain all 'ground work'.
The buckaroos typically wear a short-crowned hat with a wide flat brim that's turned up a little in the back, usually black, or rarely, the old Silver Belly, an off-white color.
There guys often don't own a ranch. They travel from one big spread to another seasonally, to herd big herds that are left out on the range year round in places that often have no fences. Some will stay put in one area and work the cattle for an absentee owner for years.
The buckaroos dress differently from the cowboys too. They all wear plain white shirts, never the fancy cowboy shirts, wool vests, and they all wear huge silk bandannas they call 'wild rags'. Leather cuffs, short chaps called chinks, and high-topped boots with high underslung heels. The style is closer to the Mexican Vaqueros than the modern cowboy; Americanized vaquero.
The Buckaroos tend to be families who have been at it ever since the West was settled. There aren't very many of them anymore, but their cattle skills are immense. They'll often be responsible for 2-300 cows, and do all the work alone with nothing but a couple of very smart horses, 2 smart dogs, and a rope that's 60 feet long and about as thick as heavy fishing line.
The Buckaroos are often very handy at some other skills now, because their occupation is slowly closing down. They learn welding, are often good basic mechanics, and they'll drive heavy equipment on road crews and the like when they can't find a job herding.
My family had one who married into ours. He was 6 when he went into town for the first time, and his family lived so far out he never went to school, but he learned math on his own. His birth was never registered, he never had a driver's license, and his wife taught him how to read when he was 32.
He could swing a loop 20 feet wide at a calf 40 feet away in the middle of a herd and never miss. I counted his catches one day, and he roped 65 calves without missing a throw. From one corner of a corral. Never moved out of that spot and covered the entire corral from it.
I've never seen better trained horses than his, and his dogs were as good as a hired man and were super-smart.
He died from sinus cancer, after catching it when he was only 14, probably brought on by the fungus that lives in the deserts out here in the southwest. The fungus lies dormant forever until it rains, then it blooms and will infect the nose and lungs severely if a person is exposed to it for very long.
I own a dog that came from his pair, a scruffy looking Australian Shepherd, the breed that originated here in the mountain west. They're the only breed I've ever owned, and while all my other dogs were intelligent, this one is as smart as a 3-year old human. I have more trouble trying to learn how to teach him something than he does learning it.
regards,
stanger
I wondering about how they are going about their lives and all seemingly ignoring the huge bottomless supernatural hole in the West Pasture.