The Last of the Plainsmen

American sportsmen don't need an introduction to Buffalo Jones. He spent almost his whole life pursuing wild animals after being born on the Illinois prairie sixty-two years ago. It has been a chase that has been driven by a single passion-almost an obsession-to catch alive rather than to kill that has given it an unwavering vigor and unbreakable purpose. Every well-known wild animal that is native to western North America has been captured and had its will broken by him. He found killing disgusting. Even though he detested the sight of a sporting rifle, he had little choice but to feed the caravans traveling the plains with buffalo meat for years due to needing it. When he finally realized that the noble creatures would eventually go extinct, he shattered his rifle over a wagon wheel and resolved to safeguard the species. He toiled for ten years, hunting down, seizing, and domesticating buffalo; for this, the West made him famous and gave him the moniker Preserver of the American Bison. Buffalo Jones steadily moved westward as civilization encroached on the plains; today, he resides on a remote plateau bordered by the desert on the north rim of the Grand Canyon in Arizona. His buffalo remain as free as ever on the undulating plains, grazing alongside mustangs and deer.