The Virginian, Season 1

The Virginian:
I once knew a man who could barely write his own name, but he could talk to the birds, he could tell where a mountain cat walked across a bed of pine needles, he could tell his age by the trees, the weather by his bones...after he got old that is. I always considered him to be a poet.

Leona:
Who was he?"

The Virginian:
My father.