My mother was a badger, my father was a griz, I can out 
shoot, out fight, out cuss, and out drink any man. I have the
fasted horse, the sharpest knife, and the finest rifle in the
mountains. Hear my challenge echo in the valleys for any
man of any nation to try to lift my top knot. I will fight for
my right to be free man, to trap the beaver and to hunt the
elk, to drink from cool streams, and to sleep under the stars.
I have no road to follow, I make my own. I have no man to
answer to except myself. I fear no creature on God's green
earth, for I am a Mountain Man!

~~ J.F. Ballard ~~