Citation Needed - Hawaiian Rodeo Cowboys

Episode Date: September 30, 2020

The Hawaiian cowboy, the paniolo, is also a direct descendant of the vaquero of California and Mexico. Experts in Hawaiian etymology believe "Paniolo" is a Hawaiianized pronunciation of español. (The Hawaiian language has no /s/ sound, and all syllables and words must end in a vowel.) Paniolo, like cowboys on the mainland of North America, learned their skills from Mexican vaqueros.[109]  --- Our theme song was written and performed by Anna Bosnick. If you’d like to support the show on a per episode basis, you can find our Patreon page here.  Be sure to check our website for more details.

So it's like a horror movie. No, it's more of a meditation on the futility of connections. That's horrible. See, that's why I don't watch Copman movies. I already know about the futility of connection. Okay, well, I think it was beautiful. Hey, hey, hey guys, you might not want to go in there. Ah, right Monday, Monday.

Yeah, it's less about connection and more about being connected with. Okay, Eli, why can't we go into the studio this time? Why can't you go into the studio? Well, Hawaiian cow, Hawaiian cow. Hawaiian, what now? Okay, well, it's about relationships and what they mean to different people. You is the theme. Hawaiian cows, they're a big part of this week's essay

and he let us and want us to go into the studio because he cloned one or he's got a guy or whatever or something like that, right? Am I right? You're like seriously? No, actually, no. Oh, then why can't we go into the studio? What's the problem?

Tom's trying to open a jar in there. Cool, I'm gonna go get a coffee. Yeah, I'll go get one. It's really about being other people you love. More than anything. And he says, I'm not gonna watch it. Yeah, I'm not, I mean, no. Just let it go, man.

I didn't really like it either. Hello and welcome to Citation Needed. The podcast where you choose a subject, read a single article about our Wikipedia and pretend we're experts. Because this is the internet, that's how it works now. I'm Cecil and I'll be rounding up this herd, but I can't do without my cow pokes introducing first two rodeo clowns that are already barrel shaped, Eli and Tom. Okay, you laugh Cecil, but when I fell over that waterfall, I was just fine thank you and then maybe those barrels are really tom shaped

c-soul uh... you know it's very true but also joining us tonight to guys that have complicated feelings about cowboys buffalo chiefs and redskins depending on who's on their fantasy team he and no one yes and needs to just call him the Washington Genocide victims

until they see things. Like I need to be on every, not a fire under their asses, yeah. Yeah, this year I opted out of fantasy football together a favor of fantasy going to a place. Ha, ha, ha, ha. You know folks, as much as we batch culture in the show, there is one cultural phenomenon.

We really do admire paying people for working. Thanks, Patrons. If you'd like to learn how to join their ranks, be sure to stick around until the end of the show. And with that, on the way, tell us Eli, what person plays thing concept phenomenon or event we'll be talking about today. We'll be talking about the Hawaiian rodeo cowboys. So fuck we will.

And it's um, given the extensive legs, you've gone through in your life to avoid rodeo-related things. Why start embracing it now? Oh, Cecil, because while I don't like cowboys, I do like humiliating cowboys. So this story worked for me. Okay. That is fair. That is fair. Can you tell us

about Hawaiian rodeo cowboys, but maybe do it secutously? Like not start them? I think I can see, so okay. I promise I am going to tell you a rodeo story. All right. And it is a great underdog story for sure. But as much as this is a story about the cowboys, this is a story about the cows, okay? So think in your mind about a cow. Always, yeah. All right, so it's probably standing in a field, placidly chewing cudd and looking vacantly into the middle distance.

Exactly, also what I thought of it doing too. Okay, my mind was like doing the bugs bunny, like a racist desert thing turning into a meal on this silver. Yeah. Okay. Well, other people think of cows. That's just exercise excluded.

So this is how we normally think of cows, right? But this is not cows. This is very much not Hawaiian cows, which are a real honest to God thing. And they are absolutely fucking terrifying. Oh, they try to sell you a pukashell necklaces, don't they? Like real pushy like? They don't take no for an answer. They're trying to move those necklaces pretty far.

There's the first one. All right, so before there were people in Hawaii, the Hawaiian Islands had basically all of two native mammal species. They had a seal and a bat. The Hawaiian Islands are 2,400 miles away from anything. So the isolation of the volcanic island chain kept the islands remarkably free from foreign animal life for a very, very long time.

The Polynesians introduced mammal species to the islands of Hawaii, around 300 CE, with the introduction of a species of rat, because humans just fucking ruin everything. Also pollinations, they're really... And that's hard. All the rest of the mammals that you can find on the islands of Hawaii are both new and to a large extent invasive. Yeah, as a white person who lived in Hawaii, hand confirm, we're the worst.

They have a slur for us, it's pretty sweet. Nice. How does it, how does it, it means without breath. They think of us as like, unbreathing like undead white stuff. It's the best. There. Toughness never felt more badass, right?

In the late 1700s, British Navy Captain George Vancouver brought some cattle as a gift for King Kamehameha. Son of King spirit, um, what? Dragon Ball Z ref someone liked it. Someone liked it. My dragon Ball Z. Yeah, I'm so, thank you. Unlikely. So here were four males and eight females of this entirely new species. Okay, so think about this for a second. This was the big island, the island of Hawaii. And as I mentioned, there are basically no mammals that existed there natively. But now all of a sudden, there's these huge fucking cattle just boom transported thousands

of miles across the ocean plunked down into this pristine habitat. And the king, he thought these things were great. So he put a lot in place immediately that forbade anybody from killing these cattle for 10 years because the king wanted them to breed, which they did. Fuck yeah, man, he'd seen Johnny Lingo. That's a Mormon educational video reference. Nobody liked it.

I liked it. I liked it. I liked it. I liked it video reference. Nobody liked it. And I was like, I like it. I like it. It was so. I think I'm supposed to get that for my job and I didn't. Yep. You are. All right, but these cows, they didn't stay put.

The biggest animals the Hawaiians had ever dealt with at this point were domesticated pigs, but these cattle were much, much bigger and vastly more powerful. So very quickly, they just busted right through their enclosures and made their way up into the mountains of the big island. They were still protected by the king's prohibition on killing the cattle. So the now feral cattle, bred and roamed at will throughout the mountains of Hawaii. And it wasn't until 1830 that the king finally lifted the ban on killing cows. But by then, these things had roamed and fucked their way into a position of startling and terrifying ecological dominance.

By 1846, there were 25,000 feral cattle in Hawaii. Wow. Wow. Try to lure it into a big cow trap so you can all it up to the vet to get neutered. It does sound cow spread eagled refusing to get the area. Like, come on. He does this. Okay. So there's some beef on the lamb wandering around in the mountains, like not great news

in the native landscaping. I'm sure, but how bad could it be? Right. The answer is is shockingly, shockingly bad. Farrell Hawaiian kettle are not placid milk cows with names like Daisy that wear bells and smile with a sprig of grass hanging comically from their mouths. Farrell Hawaiian kettle are 2,000 pounds of raw, unspoiled muscle and anger, just dominating the forests and mountains of Hawaii is terrifying bovine overlord. I get my Tom wrote this one.

Bulls horns can stretch six feet from tip to tip. Jesus. Jesus. These are wild and uncontrolled. They destroy people's homes. They ravage through farmland. They killed and injured farmers and horses. The guy who the Douglas fir is named after botanist David Douglas. That motherfucker was killed by a wild Hawaiian bull. This breed of cattle was the same breed that in

later years would sometimes be pitted against grizzly bears for sport in the frontiers of California. Oh, the golden days of entertainment before the bachelor. Yeah. Back with it, there was some standard of decent. So it really cannot be over emphasized how dangerous these things had become. They were going to destroy the whole universe. Yeah, never tell me. It can't be me it can be over. But not without absurdity. I feel like you feel like you would be able to get killed

by a cow. You can't just like juke it or whatever. He got a kid and it's guard. You get inside it's not there's no way to get any else. So imagine an animal more akin to the Cape Buffalo than the Wem's Gildary cow. Farrell cattle had remarkably keen eyesight and hearing, and their legs had evolved to be longer than their ancestors had, so they were better suited to moving through the undergrowth. These cows are still all over Hawaii. Like right now, they're a huge fucking problem.

On public and private land, there is no prohibition, season, or restriction for wild cattle. You can just go cow hunting. Right now, you can go cow hunting in Hawaii. And when I read that, I first thought, holy shit, that sounds awesome. But it is wildly, crazily dangerous. I don't think so. These things kill horses on the regular. They flip over cars, jeeps, and four wheelers. They charge. Hey, heath can sidestep way faster. Exactly.

You're way faster. Yeah, yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. When I was a goalie, just wear red. You're good. These things charge at the slightest provocation and they live in the fucking mountains and forests of an untamed volcanic paradise. Sounds like politely asking a Walmart shopper to wear a mask. You're the same reaction. You know, terrifying. Just a 2000 pound death outcharging you in a chance. So, sir, sir. Just got his arms are too short.

He can't steer. Steer. Steer. Is a type of cow. So a word on trying to hunt these things, the local DNR in Hawaii, in efforts to call these things has taken to shooting them from the air, which is about the only way I can imagine this being a safe thing to do. They shoot it from the helicopter.

I see something. They fly around in helicopters. Shooting fucking, yeah, shooting fucking wild. I got missalok on this cow. You know what I'm going to take the carcass. They need one of those two fucking like propeller. There's the little damn thing up cow hits the brakes. They fly right over.

Fuck that. That cow can juke. They call him El Gato. Can we tell the Israeli military the cows are near the fence? I don't know. Oh, stupid. So hunting guides specializing in feral cattle hunts. They require hunters to bring a rifle with a minimum 300 caliber Winchester Magnum cartridge. That is an enormously powerful weapon. And they still say that one shot is never enough to down a full-grown bull. Most of which, upon being wounded, will just charge their attacker,

barreling at remarkable speed through the underbrush with six-foot horns and vengeance in their hearts at their attackers. It's isn't Hawaii! Right now, all of which is to say that these things are absolutely, positively not to be treated lightly. These are not domesticated in any way. They are uniquely feral and voluminous population of wild Hawaiian cattle that even today still causes significant destruction and occasional deaths.

No, I get it. I get it. In New York, we called those Santa cons, but I'm saying the same. Okay, so clearly the Hawaiians had a problem, right? The English basically brought angry beef magwai as presents and then they can't fed them after midnight and then turned them loose into the mountain. So they needed to do something about these things, so their houses were just going to get smashed

by angry cattle whenever these things felt like it. The massive problem with these sirloin hellions gave rise to Bullocks Hunters. The Bullocks Hunters pitted themselves against the population of these wild beasts using muskets, but also by camouflaging pits, sometimes repurposed from collapsed lava tunnels for the cattle to fall in so they can be shot at more safely, which still wasn't safe at all, by the way, because sometimes they fall into the pits with the cattle. These genius cows just climbing backwards up a rope like an eagle scout at a really. So eventually they turned to Mexico, and they asked Mexico for help. The idea was that they could help rescue their struggling economy and solve their wild

death cow problem by getting into the ranching business. So Mexico sent over a dozen or so veccuros Mexican cowboys who taught the Polynesian natives the business of cattle wrangling long before there were actual cowboys defining the American West Polynesian cowboys trained by Mexican vecuros were roping and wrangling vastly more dangerous cattle throughout the mountains of Hawaii. They're just hanging out in the woods and neckdart flies into the train. Come on, really? So these Hawaiian cowboys called Panayolo, they were just like any other cowboys really.

Though perhaps I should note a couple of unique job challenges that perhaps the open planes Marlboro men didn't have to worry about. Well probably we've heard so far as one of them cow grenades. Well, close. First, I think it's important these cattle were feral and they lived in the mountains. I know I already told you that and I know I said that they were in Hawaii, but maybe didn't think of the lava. They had to deal with fucking lava because Hawaii is just full all the time with fucking

lava. And also the paniello had to deal with these enormous fucking Hawaiian thorns that are in their mountains. These are basically two and a half inch long daggers. They made me cry a little bit when I looked up pictures. They hurt so bad. Awful looking. And, and of course, there are those Bullocks pits that I mentioned just all over the place,

which a horse and a rider could easily fall into. Those are still around. And sharks. Did I mention the sharks? Yeah, I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't. I'm like lava sharks. It's just, okay.

Not far off. The pantyolo would hurt their massive demon spawn right into the fucking ocean and make them swim beyond the reef where the cargo ships waited for them for transport, right? And of course, the local marine wildlife picked up on that and they often waited in the water to fucking eat them and the pennyolo to make this part possible.

They put wooden saddles on their horses, took off their boots, and braving shark-infested waters of the South Pacific barefoot on swimming horses chasing cows into a boat. What? So yeah, it's pretty much the same job as the American West

Calvary. How are the horses helping if they're just floating around? They're just guiding them in the like little bit of that way. We still like horse pooies. You just follow them right in. Or she starts surfing. Okay, and you're not even.

Well, we've shifted from Maccaucalzilla to beefshank NATO, so let's take a break and then come back and see what happens next. I'm a king Kamehameha. Yo, what up? Be your guy. Be your guy. What was your actual name again? My name is... Ah, I'm gonna go to be your guy.

I'm gonna go to be your guy. What's that? Your highness, here's the thing. I remember that. Remember? Remember? Remember what was that? I remember that. Remember that. Your highness. that I remember that your highness

I do remember yes, yes Love this love this prop. Yeah, yeah, you're highness. Can we can we bud? Why is it a What's up? That's about the gift you received in the English oh Yeah, the the cow the bow the, where, we're all this look. I want better. I want better. They're called cows.

They're called cows, you're highness. And they all escaped. They escaped. Why no? I love those little guys. I mean, sir, that was 10 years ago. And, and you made a rule that we can't kill them. Well, yeah, of course not.

Where's they doing? I went kill my little buddy. I didn't want to pet him. Well, I want to pet, bring me one so I can pet him. Right, okay, here's the thing. They're all over the island and they've been wreaking havoc on pretty much everything, everywhere they've ever been. They just said, classic.

That's not classic, that is not classic. They've killed a bunch of people, like a bunch. Oh, okay, bummer. Ah, all right, who's women jailer? Wherever you gotta do, I don't know. Bomber. Ah, all right. What is women jailer? Where we got to do, I don't know. Can't murder people, right? Yeah, women jail.

You can't put them in jail, you're heinous. They're way too dangerous. Okay, okay, okay. All right, new plan, new plan. So, give me some fucking Mexicans. What? And dude, hold on, let me finish. Let me finish. We finish. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Some Mexicans. And then those Mexicans show us how we're supposed to be

bad boys. Hellboys. Mexicans are going to teach us how to be cowboys. Is that what's gonna happen here? Also, uh, we need to teach them to swim so we can swim them. Like, like where we sun. Uh, your highness instead, you could just teach the ballast to swim and get some Mexican ball boys. Yes, your highness. Yeah, thank you. Yes, your highness. What's funny? It's not, it's not, it's not, it's just picture in a little water floaties. Like on, you know the floaties. I do know the floaties. Yeah, they got the arms. Yeah, can we do that? We can try Classic butter please Well when we last left off part of America was filled with smelly overweight, irrational, angry, non-compliant animals, but then sturgisund it. So we're talking about Hawaiian cows. What happened next time?

All right, so I promise you a rodeo story and here it is. Let's flash forward now to 1907. All right, so the world's biggest rodeos held every year in Cheyenne, Wyoming. And if you're a big swinging American West dick, this is a really big deal. This was Cheyenne's Frontier days, a project that first began as a money making venture put together by Buffalo Bill, Annie Oakley and Theodore Roosevelt. And then some other names, nobody will recognize. But Frontier days blew up and it soon became a showcase for American West culture. And the rodeo was the epicenter of the whole thing. We'll be able back before America was self-conscious enough to be embarrassed by itself.

Yeah. I wish we were that self-conscious. Bull moose party. So this was basically the Olympics for the Wild West set. It was widely believed that the winners of the Frontier days rodeo represented the best and the baddest cowboys in all of the world. And year after year, locals from Cheyenne won this competition. One of those like the early days you have to see where a guy comes out to wrangle cattle with one boxing glove.

I'm just going to throw a gun right there. Ninja wins it off. So bad. He's so easy. He's the shit out of that guy. No, you should wear a boxing glove. No, it'll be funny. It'll be funny. No, you should wear a boxing glove.

No, it'll be funny. It'll be funny. You wear it. You wear it. Go on, you got it on our party. Yeah. You got it on our party. Yeah.

Yeah. So Evan Lowe, a Hawaiian cowboy living on the mainland in the US, traveled to Cheyenne to see this rodeo. While he was watching the premiere event, that's the steer-roping, Evan thought to himself, hey, my cousins are straight-kick their asses. There's very little lava here and like, no shots. So he said about arranging for his three cousins to make the 4,000 mile journey from Hawaii to Cheyenne, Wyoming for the Frontier Days rodeo. Quick side note, Evan Lowe only had one hand because he lost the other hand in a roping accident. What?

Did he like forget you can let go? When he's in genius cast, like bounced the last so back onto his other hand. They didn't say how, but that would be amazing. He got a lot of technical scout with a rope. That's still very impressive guy though. He was a working pantyolo with one fucking hand. Like he's still working. We all work our pantyolas with one hand, Tom. You get the stump in there if you had a stump, right?

I don't. Stump. It's all hairy. So at the behest of Evan Lo, I coup a party and two of his paniolo cohorts from the big island made the journey to shayan, Wyoming. These guys, they viewed the whole thing as something of a lark, right? This is just a bit of an adventure in Hawaii. The games that rodeo was based on they were not held as serious competitions.

This was like, how they would while away an afternoon. So these guys weren't professional rodeo men. These were working cowboys, used to dealing with mountain dwelling lava, dodging wild hell beasts. So, and they also showed up to this event like without their own horses.

So they were just gonna need to borrow whatever shitty horses the Mater D had lying around. And the horse was about to fall back. Just a bright yellow plaid horse with frontier days, embroidered an orange on the side. I don't even know what he's that one. All right, we've also got a horse head on a stick. That one's for you.

You will have to pay like quidditch to get to the seat. This third guy, you get and culture, I guess. Yeah. Looks like a horse. It's the best joke you've ever sold. That's amazing. All right. So these three, they were not taken very seriously when they arrived.

They looked different and in America, that's not generally great news. They wore hats with much wider brims. They were created to block the sun of the tropics. They wore garlands of wildflowers and their lassoes are made with raw hide instead of rope. Rope would have just rotted away in the wet mountains of their Hawaiian homeland. The newspapers writing at the time wrote them off. Simultaneously thrilled to have their event. He's so widely known that it attracted entrance from so far away and yet utterly dismissive of their chances to succeed against the local Wyoming faith utterly. Yeah, because the only thing more American

than laughing at foreigners is getting the shit kicked out of us by them immediately after we the shit kicked out of us by them immediately after we could. So it was that in 1908, three native Hawaiian cowboys found themselves in Cheyenne, Wyoming on borrowed horses as contestants in the greatest rodeo competition in the world. The three men, Ikuwa Purdy, Jaclo, and Ka'u'ah were not among friends. The locals snickered and regarded them as interlopers or just as curiosities. Tens of thousands of spectators waited in the stands for the events to begin. Jesus, and to give you an idea what a big deal that is, Wyoming's population at the time was about 130,000, right?

So tens of thousands is like 15% of the state. This thing was massive. It was a big, it's still going on. Actually, it's a big deal. Yeah. So when they first began the first man Archie, he lawsuit his steer so quickly and easily that the crowd audibly gasped. The papers wrote it off as a fluke. Is it by the end of the, your cows okay? It's a really stupid one or something. I don't know. I got lucky one. But the end of the third day of the competition, the newspapers, they had no idea what the hell

to do or what to write. The Hawaiian Cowboys had swept the competition. Iku a Purdy took first place. Archie took second, despite competing with an injured arm. The third Hawaiian suffered an asthma attack while competing and he still took sixth place. The local Wyoming Cowboys were beaten at their own game by Hawaiians on vacation. I could was like is there any way you guys could just like build the stadium with wolves and light on fire so it's gonna challenge. Organizers are like now we'll get sued by the Steelers. So no. So the three Hawaiians returned home to a hero's welcome. While those left behind in Wyoming seemed utterly befuddled, Hawaii had very recently

been annexed, and many people still didn't fully realize that Hawaii was now part of the United States. So here was this quintessentially Americana tradition, where Americans were supposed to win, to prove again and again their dominance and their exceptionalism. But this moment in history is one of those many times when that story of what is really and truly American falls apart. The first Cowboys weren't American. They were Mexican vecturos, the very same who trained the Panillo, who've just swept the Frontier's event.

Rodeo wasn't uniquely or originally American at all. Now there were cowboys, and the best cowboys in the world weren't the square jawed wild west American cowboys, but flower-wearing Pacific Islanders. And they were Americans, yes, but they were not accepted by America. It wasn't in fact until 1999 that I coup a party,

the man who traveled 4,000 miles to dominate the Wyoming locals was finally inducted into the national cowboy and western heritage Hall of Fame. And Tom, if you had to summarize, are you learning one sentence, what would it be? That releasing Hawaiians into the wild in Wyoming, upstate the xenophobic ecosystem.

And are you ready for the quiz? Well, I'm as ready as a cow and shark-infested water, Cecil. I'm really unprepared for what I have to do. That should be your answer. All right, Tom, which of the following is the best Hawaiian cowboy nickname, A, Doc Aloholyday, Hawaiian cowboy nickname a Doc a low holiday Eddie I cow boy see a wider

All right, B and C were not your best efforts heath you should be a little bit embarrassed of that No, why it's pretty fucking good boy, I'm the boy Rogers on this one. Boy Rogers. Correct. Yes. All right, Tom, the Hawaiians may be better cowboys than us mainlanders, but they'll never touch us in a childhood obesity, not living where there's lava. See, not letting the first time a new animal lands on our island destroyer whole ecosystem and spawn untold numbers of super killing machines where we live Regular obesity Well, it's the only one that's true is not living where there's love. Correct.

Yeah, that is correct. Yeah, that's nailed it. Exactly. All right. Why he's got some large people. They got fat kids. Yeah, they got kids. That's the whole thing.

Yeah. All right. So I got a good one for you here, Tom. This story is yet more evidence that everything turns evil if you give it a volcano layer. So when the smoke clears from the inevitable war between humans and the evil Hawaiian cows, what will the cows have done? Hey, Taurus, a new one. Oh, that's good.

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utterly destroyed us when it's happening I was no punnig at this high level really good this is I feel I mean I have got there also good but I'm gonna have to go with Taurus a new one that's pretty awesome I'm sorry no it go with Taurus a new one. That's pretty awesome. Oh, I'm sorry No, it was de-utterly destroyed us. Oh

Well, Noah that means you win this week. All right Well, since you said that so sweet and everything I think you should be the ass ass next. Oh great awesome All right, well for Tom Eli no end heath. I'm Cecil Thank you for hanging out with us today. We'll be back next week and by then I will be an expert on something else Between now and then you can listen to our other shows turn up the air conditioning and the outside is scary Thank you for hanging out with us today. We'll be back next week and by then, I will be an expert on something else. Between now and then you can listen to our other shows, turn up the air conditioning and the outside is scary. If you'd like to help keep this show going, you can make a per episode donation at patreon.com

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