Knight Rider and Silver??

The P.A. and I got into a discussion about the recent Knight Rider Festival 2010.  Yeah, the show that launched a 1000 heartaches over some former soap star turned prime time hunk – mixed with enough geek stuff to get us guys away from the Pong games.  Ooops… showing my age a bit too much.

The event started with a character playing the Lone Ranger riding down the Fremont Street Experience.  He was riding a Palomino horse that wasn’t too cool about media cameras getting into his face.  This Lone Ranger to Michael Knight was a bit of a stretch, but I can understand the symbolism, she could not. That wasn’t the argument.

The argument was on the horse.  For whatever reason, I thought he rode a Palomino.  She said he rode a white horse.  Surprising enough…. The P.A. knew the correct answer to a TV trivia question…  A first I am sure..  The Lone Ranger rode a white horse.  Tonto rode a paint palomino named Scout.

What was interesting was the trip down memory lane in researching the answer.  I never knew how the whole story started and found it a bit interesting.  Including the part about how they financed themselves.  How many shows reveal that little piece of information??

According to Wiki Entertainment:

Though there have been several variations of the Lone Ranger’s origin over the years, the basic story has remained the same.

Six Texas Rangers, including brothers Dan and John Reid, were tracking a gang of desperadoes led by the notorious Butch Cavendish. Led by a tracker named Collins, who was actually a member of the Cavendish gang, the Rangers were lured into a canyon called Bryant’s Gap, and ambushed. Except for young John Reid, they were all slaughtered.

Reid managed to crawl to safety near a water hole where he was later found and nursed back to health by a friendly Indian named Tonto. Tonto remembered Reid, who had once saved Tonto himself. “You Kemosabe,” said Tonto; “it mean ‘trusty scout.’” Tonto now vowed to stay with him as the “lone” Ranger vowed to avenge the deaths of his brother and their comrades.

Six graves were left to hide the fact that one man lived to fight. Realizing that if his identity were known, he would be a marked man, Reid had Tonto make a mask from the vest of his dead bother. The Lone Ranger now needed a mount. Remembering a magnificent wild white stallion he had once seen, the Lone Ranger and Tonto set off for the Valley of Horses. They found the stallion wounded and about to be gored to death by a wild buffalo and the Lone Ranger was forced to kill the buffalo. Tonto and the Lone Ranger nurse the horse back to health. Time goes by and the horse is up and running around. “It’s a magnificent animal,” the Ranger tells Tonto. “It reflects like silver from the sun” Tonto says. “Silver” says the Ranger, “that’s what we’ll call him. Silver. Here Silver, come here big fellow.” The horse starts to run away but there’s something in the Lone Ranger’s voice that draws him back and to the ranger’s side. The Lone Ranger then begins the training process and soon, he’s riding Silver while Tonto rides his horse, Scout.

After this has been accomplished, the Ranger tells Tonto it’s time to see an old friend of his named Jim, a retired Texas Ranger, who knows about a silver mine that the Reid brothers owned and operated. The Lone Ranger, Tonto and Jim ride to the old silver mine. There the Lone Ranger asks Jim to work the mine for him so he and Tonto will have spending money and then asks Jim for something unusual. “Jim, I want you to make for me silver bullets” the Ranger says. “Silver?” Jim asks. “Why in the world would you want silver bullets?” The Ranger explains that the silver bullets will be a symbol of justice. “Say, that’s a great idea” Jim says. “I can make them right here in this mine.”

And for you Hoff Fans,… Here is a picture of the modern day Lone Ranger…

Wild Mustang Education 101

Madeline Pickens and others argue the merits of having a wild mustang sanctuary that creates tours for educational purposes.  I always questioned that idea.  Education?  Who would benefit from seeing the wild mustangs on an “educational tour”?  And wouldn’t that exploit them even more?

My argument always has been that the Wild Mustangs are a symbol of the American spirit, if not the American west.  Who needs educating on that??  Why exploit the horses more than they already are??

Well, as fate should have it, a reality check hit me square in the eyes last month.  I can now say “I See The Light!!”

First was at the Armargosa Opera House in Death Valley.  There, they are known to make friends with the wild mustangs.  Inviting friends and visitors out to see them, pet them and get friendly with them….

Richard, the caretaker of the Opera House, explained that the wild horses around their place are people friendly and that the friendliness helps with the horses chances for a successful adoption.  It also gives the visitor an idea of what we are really fighting for.  All in real living color and in the horse’s natural environment.

A second encounter was with a tour group.  This time, it was literally face to face with the symbol of the American west.  Most of the guests had already heard the media and government’s side of the story.  From what they thought they knew to what they saw, is a story all by itself.

Some felt that it’s just a horse.  Wild or otherwise, we can see them in almost any state at any time of the year.  What’s so special about these??  I can now honestly say they found their answer looking them in the face.

As they watched the horses slowly walk past them, on their route to water, the guests felt a special bond with the animals that they could not explain.  A couple of the horses stopped to investigate the two-legged creatures and wondering what they wanted.  Posing for pictures before moving on.

My guests expressed a unique sense of honor to be able to walk amongst them, in their natural environment and to see the hierarchy and the heard instinct in play.  Not to mention their ability to survive in this rough, unforgiving terrain.

The herd instinct happened when one of the mustangs tried to separate a female from our “herd” and make her part of his own herd.  She got a quick education in Wild Mustang 101.

They also saw that these are not skinny, malnourished, near-death creatures in need of help or disposal.  Yes, some are bruised and battered from territorial fights.  But they were all very healthy horses.

Many now understood that these creatures are more than just a horse.  That they may not be native to this land (neither are we), yet they are an important part of it.  The wild mustang does belong here.  They do not belong in holding pens and definitely not in some midwestern state grazing field.

Most of the questions were from the guests trying to reconcile what they were told to what they were seeing and experiencing.  They talked about how they grew up to stories of the west and in their mind saw the mustangs.  Now, here they are standing next to one.  They were awed by the whole experience…

So maybe Madeline and the others have a valid point that needs to be explored.  That people are really hungry to see what they imagined growing up.  To let people see the symbol that has inspired so many books, movies and lives.  See them in person and in their natural environment.

A sanctuary for the Wild Mustangs.  A place that inspires the soul and feeds the imagination.  What a wonderful place that would be!