There is still hope, if somebody was writing about this kind of people… And if there are still ears and minds ready to listen. So long, Bill.
Poche parole per ricordare un cowboy passato di là dal fiume nel 1999, dopo 93 anni passati quasi sempre a cavallo. L’articolo è ripreso dal New York Times, quindi non proprio la massima espressione del mondo di Bill Dorrance, ma l’intento è buono e il senso della cosa pure. Il finale del pezzo, soprattutto, è da sottoscrivere in pieno: “e’ dura accettare che tutto quello che sai dei cavalli potrebbe cambiare non appena incontrerai il prossimo”. Un bravo anche a Verlyn che scrisse il pezzo, allora. Keep riding!
THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A HORSE WHISPERER. There never has been and never will be. The idea is an affront to the horse. You can talk and listen to horses all you want, and what you will learn, if you pay close attention, is that they live on open ground way beyond language and that language, no matter how you characterize it, is a poor trope for what horses understand about themselves and about humans. You need to practice only three things, patience, observation and humility, all of which were summed up in the life of an old man who died Tuesday (July 20, 1999) in California, a man named Bill Dorrance.
Dorrance was 93, and until only a few months before his death he still rode and he still roped. He was one of a handful of men, including his brother Tom, who in separate ways have…
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