OK, random anecdote time. A couple of years ago, I found myself in a ‘green room’ at a presidential campaign event, with Tom Brokaw. (I was a donor, so the campaign invited me as a meet&greet type thing, and Tom Brokaw was, well Tom Brokaw.) (sidebar: he’s the most tiny person ever. If he was over 5ft 3" I’d be surprised. And skinnyskinnyskinny. So skinny)
Well anyway we get chatting, and turns out his wife is BIG into Icelandics. Breeds them, imports them, etc. So that I could speak intelligently on them, knew all about the tolt, etc, was this instant “ok we’re friends” kind of conversation hook. He was bored I guess. Well anyway we’re there chatting about our farms. Mine, a little 35acres in Iowa, and his, about 5,000 acres in Wyoming. I had some funny neighbor stories, and he had some stories about the headaches of Saudi royalty visiting. You know, we clearly have super comparable lives. LOL
ANYHOO, my new best friend Tom said something about coyotes and wolves and varmin in general. I was like I know what you mean. For us, the racoons are just insane. I literally had to punch one just last night. Which was a totally true story-- I flipped on the barn lights to feed, and there’s this GIANT raccoon on the feed bin, facing off against a cowering, hissing barn cat, and it was starting to advance on the cat. I yelled and stomped towards the raccoon and it did nothing, he just kinda bowed up at me and didn’t back down one bit from the cat. So lacking any other tools at hand to save my cat, I punched him right in the face. Did the trick.
What I didn’t realize, though, was how crazy this anecdote sounded, to a total stranger you’ve just met.
A little voice in my head was like, um, why in the world did you just tell a celebrity about punching a raccoon last night. Tom kinda found new people to talk to after that.
OK, but anyway, Tom Brokaw’s wife breeds Icelandics. That was the point of my story. (But that raccoon had it coming.)