It’s 7:45 AM in four bedroom basement in rural Alberta. The TV, which TV is always on, is playing through its perpetual loop of rodeo highlights, live rodeo, and various Will Ferrell movies, Semi-Pro and Anchor Man clear favorites. On an ironing board next to a billiards table sits a steaming iron, a crisp still-warm pair of wranglers, and a pink button-up cowboy shirt with SKOAL embroidered down one sleeve in overly large letters. On a wooden coffee table, copies of PSN, American Cowboy, Club, Juggs and Spank lie next to bags of ice, the cloth kind with a screw top, and nearly-empty beer bottles filled with spit.
Ben Londo and his traveling buddies (Blaze, Ryan, Luke and Roy) are bored. In between calls and texts to friends regarding the quality and personality of the horses they’re up-on over the next couple three days, horses with names like Scary Larry, Power Supply, Fearless Warrior, Working News, Sun Devil, etc., they are shooting Praire Dogs, often at point blank range, with sling shots and compound bows.