As the eighth red-headed slut slid down my throat, I
began to wonder what I had gotten myself into. I was merely trying
to keep up with my new friends, a group of traveling sheepshearers
from New Zealand. But they kept buying round after round at the
Sawmill Saloon in Darby, Mont.
“Shearing’s a
hobby,” Hamish “Sam” Bramley joked in his lilting accent. “I drink
for a job.” He was good at his job.
The gregarious
shearers earn good wages and have a sailor’s fondness for a
night on the town, but their reality is one of day after day of
backbreaking work, grueling hours and thousands of miles spent
traveling empty highways in the West.
Matt Smith and his
nomadic Kiwi crew from Shear Pleasure — consisting of six
shearers and three wool handlers — travel to large sheep
ranches around Montana and the Rocky Mountain West, shearing heaps
of sheep each week. On a good clip they can trim 1,100 sheep a day.
Underneath the brawn and booze is a band of disciplined
Kiwis with a talent for shearing and a desire to see the world.
“I think traveling while you’re working is one of
the best ways to see a country, you know,” said Smith. “Not only
are you earning good money, but you’re actually meeting the
people of the country, getting to know the farmers, the people that
have nothing to do with the tourist industry. This way you get to
see the real side.”
Last spring, the nine-person team
from Brent Flowers’ Shear Pleasure shearing company made the
rounds through Montana. Photographer Jeremy Lurgio documented them
at work and at play. Here, slightly out of season,
HCN brings you Lurgio’s images of sheep
and shearers as a special holiday treat.
This article appeared in the print edition of the magazine with the headline Shear Pleasure.

