#buffalo

I wanted to pay tribute to my musical influences: Buffalo Springfield, Lightfoot, the Beatles, the Hollies. ↗

— Dan Fogelberg

#buffalo #hollies #i #influences #musical

Why if I had half a chance, I could make an entire movie using this stock footage. The story opens on these mysterious explosions. Nobody knows what's causing them, but it's upsetting all the buffalo. So, the military are called in to solve the mystery. ↗

— Ed Wood

#called #causing #chance #could #entire

My mother always told me not to handle a buffalo by its tail, but always catch it by its horns. And I have used that lesson in everything in my life, including the Railways. ↗

— Lalu Prasad Yadav

#buffalo #catch #everything #handle #horns

I just didn't have time to deliver a Buffalo accent in a day, so I didn't even try it. ↗

— Josh Holloway

#buffalo #day #deliver #even #i

Although farming of any sort was almost as impossible in the plains as in the dry regions of winter rains farther west, the abundance of buffaloes made life much easier in many respects. ↗

— Ellsworth Huntington

#almost #although #any #buffaloes #dry

The buffalo is a surprisingly stupid animal. ↗

— Ellsworth Huntington

#buffalo #stupid #surprisingly

The buffalo is all gone, and an Indian can't catch enough jack rabbits to subsist himself and his family, and then, there aren't enough jack rabbits to catch. What are they to do? ↗

— George Crook

#catch #enough #family #gone #himself

Though so trifling, the success of our first Buffalo hunt gave us quite a social lift. ↗

— Ernest Thompson Seton

#first #gave #hunt #lift #our

We were now back at Smith Landing, and fired with a desire to make another Buffalo expedition on which we should have ampler time and cover more than a mere corner of the range. ↗

— Ernest Thompson Seton

#back #buffalo #corner #cover #desire

It came to him that he had turned away from the buffalo not because of a womanish nausea at blood and stench and spilling gut; it came to him that he had sickened and turned away because of his shock at seeing the buffalo, a few moments before proud and noble and full of the dignity of life, now stark and helpless, a length of inert meat, divested of itself, or his notion of its self, swinging grotesquely, mockingly, before him. It was not itself; or it was not that self that he had imagined it to be. That self was murdered; and in that murder he had felt the destruction of something within him, and he had not been able to face it. So he had turned away. ↗

— John Edward Williams

#buffalo #death #hunting #westerns #death