Bison, 24"x18", 2013
Besides the actual experience, the best part of a journey is daydreaming about it before you even leave. Now, I've never stepped foot on a bison ranch but I have a pretty solid idea of how I think shit will go down upon my arrival. It goes something like this...
I am greeted at the front gate by a medicine man.
Medicine Man: "Welcome."
me: "Hi and thank you."
Medicine Man: "Before your epic journey begins you must first change into this."
me: "Um...are these coyote skins?"
Medicine Man: "Yes."
The Medicine Man informs me that before entering the threshold of the ranch, a bison blood ceremony must be performed. He produces a small bowl filled with the thick, rich red blood of a bison. He offers it. I accept. "Bottoms up", I think, "my life is so mundane that I welcome this weird kind of shit" and down the hatch it went. I drank every last dang drop.
Medicine Man: "That was not intended to be ingested. I was just going to put a small mark of blood on your forehead for protection."
me: "Oh boy."
While the peyote induced Dances with Wolves scenario that plays in my mind will most likely remain a fantasy, there is still genuine hope for some real badass adventures to take place. I plan on writing about them and depending on the wifi situation, will post them here - so stayed tuned. Until then, you can always visit www.http://madronoranch.com to get your bison ranch fix.