I'm not against cows and the open range. But this is not rangeland anymore.

If everybody strings barbed wire, what's the point of wide open spaces in Montana? You can't see anything.

It's like the Wild West out here, but they're not just rustling cows anymore.

I'm from San Bernardino, California. It's, like, all cows and dairies and very open.

Every human being on the face of the earth has a steel plate in his head, but if you lie down now and then and get still as you can, it will slide open like elevator doors, letting in all the secret thoughts that have been standing around so patiently, pushing the button for a ride to the top. The real troubles in life happen when those hidden doors stay closed for too long.

It's not a matchup between Izzy and Sheryl,