Like your comment about the Dudley-Do-Rights.
We hunt on horseback in winter, starting out for the high country from basecamp in the wee hours. From twilight onward, we stop and glass the distant hills, usually at the same spots. We dismount. The horses step off the trail and go to the very tree they’ve been tied to for years . . . even on the first ride of the new season.
Horses, man. If you could truly understand horses, you (I) would be a far better person.
“Horse sense”....does that refer to the human, or the horse?