Oh give me a home where the buffalo roam

I've been eating a lot of buffalo products lately. I had a buffalo burger last week, and today I had a pizza made with buffalo cheese. Now I can't get enough. Friends are expecting me in Austin this weekend, but I will be at the Wichita Mountains harvesting my own buffalo. Of course, what we commonly call the buffalo is actually an American bison. But my stomach doesn't know shit about names. It would digest a bison fetus if I swallowed it. And I just might.