#buffalo

I am the Great White Buffalo and I play an American-made Gibson guitar that can blow your head clean off at 100 paces. ↗

— Ted Nugent

#blow #buffalo #clean #gibson #great

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

The buffalo isn't as dangerous as everyone makes him out to be. Statistics prove that in the United States more Americans are killed in automobile accidents than are killed by buffalo. ↗

— Art Buchwald

#automobile #buffalo #dangerous #everyone #him

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

Of course Toronto might as well be Buffalo, because we get each other's TV. ↗

— Kevin McDonald

#buffalo #course #each #get #might

Four men are missing; R., Sorel and two emigrants. They set out this morning after buffalo, and have not yet made their appearance; whether killed or lost, we cannot tell. ↗

— Francis Parkman

#appearance #buffalo #cannot #emigrants #four

Few Indians only had breech cloths, most being wrapped in buffalo robes, otherwise quite naked. ↗

— Zebulon Pike

#buffalo #few #had #indians #most

So many people are working in vaudeville today that I looked for three weeks to book enough acts for an hour bill and didn't have them until the night before we opened in Buffalo and money was no object! ↗

— Edgar Bergen

#before #bill #book #buffalo #enough

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