Henry has had a mullet since his first haircut and can't imagine a world where he didn't rock one. Whether he's out walking creeks, ridin' in the Ranger, or diggin' in the dirt, he always lets his flow take the wheel. Henry's Golden Eagle soars in the wind, high over these dirt roads, and when he sees something beautiful it's not unusual for him to cry a single red, white and blue tear. His spirit and love of life are as strong as the great American buffalo., but he's not afraid to let the rattle snake come out of him. He's never written a check his mullet can't cash.