Montanimation was born in kilns of the Montana woods many century ago. A fiery non-human alien being crashed into the swamps of the Bob Marshall Wildness looking for Mount Rushmore. Little did he know, but he was hundreds of years and miles off.

So, what did he do? He settled down. Built a cozy little empire from scratch. Started churning out the finest cowboy hats this side of the galaxy — hats so good they made grown men cry and tumbleweeds stop to admire.

Fueled by a steady diet of whiskey and pasty (the delicious, flaky kind, not the stuff you slap on your chest), he became a legend. The townsfolk spoke of his rugged charm, his mysterious glow, and his absolute refusal to wear anything other than a ten-gallon hat at all times.

Eventually, he moseyed out west to the wild, glittering hills of California. Some say he chased the gold rush. Others say he just liked the weather. All we know is he kept creating, kept innovating, and kept things weird. And the rest, as they say, is history. Or a fever dream. Honestly, who’s keeping track?