How to recognize a gen-you-wine

Mountain Man

He's a Mountain Man, in the year of our Lord two thousand and seven.

What more needs to be said?

Except....

His hair is too long to be stylish, but too short to be hip.

His fingers aren't dirty, they're just permanently stained from black powder residue.

He doesn't really look 'at' you, he more like looks 'through' you, especially if you're standing between him and the mountains.

He makes things from leather that other people would just buy at Walmart.

He never quite got the hang of the twentieth century. He has one foot in the nineteenth, and the other in the twenty-first.

He has a DVD player at home, with a big-screen HDTV and 5.1 surround sound, but the only thing he ever watches is either 'Jeremiah Johnson' or 'The Mountain Men'.

He uses the term 'critter' or 'varmint' when you know damn well he's talking about a person.

He also uses the term 'critter' or 'varmint' to address his dog. The dog has no idea what his real name is, provided he even has one.

He, on the other hand, is fully aware of what his own real name is, but still answers to something like 'Griz' or 'Longshot'. (Or sometimes 'critter', or 'varmint'.)

His truck has something dangling from the rear-view mirror that you can't quite identify, but you're pretty sure you wouldn't want to know what it is anyway.

When he goes someplace, he packs a whole bag full of 'possibles', whatever that is.

He says things like 'these here doins' and 'that sure enough shines', even though he was an English major in college.

You get the feeling he easily spends twenty dollars or more per year on his wardrobe (not counting his buckskins, of course).

Speaking of his 'skins, if he ever wrung the grease out of them things, he could support the economy of Kuwait for a week.

He hasn't much patience for 'pilgrims' and 'flatlanders'. He says he's a 'hivernant', and you're willing to take his word for it.

He has the biggest damn knife you've ever seen, and claims to have a bigger one at home.

He talks to bears. No, really.

He can cook a better meal on a campfire than most people can cook on the kitchen stove. Drunk or sober.

He knows how to start a fire with flint and steel, and he has the scars to prove it.

That black stuff all over his face isn't camouflage. He shoots a flintlock, which is also why his beard isn't as long as it used to be.

If you want to go visit him at home, he'll tell you to call ahead, so he can meet you 'down at the road'.

His moccasins look like they have more miles on them than the second-hand tires on his truck.

But most of all:

His mama sure never raised him to be like that....