Wilfred Brimley recited verses of the song Home on the Range to describe his sentiments of hunting in the Lander One Shot Antelope Hunt in 1988. The verse as follows: How often at night when the heavens are bright With the light from the glittering stars, Have I stood there amazed and asked as I gazed If their glory exceeds that of ours. Oh, I love these wild flowers in this dear land of ours, The curlew I love to hear scream, And I love the white rocks and the antelope flocks That graze on the mountain-tops green. Oh, give me a land where the bright diamond sand Flows leisurely down to the stream, Where a graceful white swan goes gliding along Like a maid in a heavenly dream. When I would not exchange my home on the range, Where the deer and the antelope play; Where seldom is heard a discouraging word And the skies are not cloudy all day. Where the air is so pure, the zephyrs so free, The breezes so balmy and light That I would not exchange my home on the range for all the cities so bright. The red man was pressed from his part of the West, He’s likely no more to return To the banks of Red River where seldom if ever Their flickering camp fires burn.