The only time I was ever on a horse we both fell into a deep hole. It killed the horse outright and I layed in that deep hole for two weeks wondering how I was going to get out.
Eventually the horse started to smell and that attracted the buzzards. While they were munching on his carcass I took my belt and cut it into thin strips and tied one each to a buzzards leg. I took out my revolver and fired one shot into the air, it scared the buzzards and they took off with me holding on to those strips.
When I got clear of the hole and was about 15 feet above ground, I let go of the strips. Just my luck I landed in some very soft mud and was buried up to my neck.
I had to walk 10 miles to borrow a shovel to dig myself out.
No more horse riding for me, thank you.
I grew up in Wisconsin. I had to walk a mile to and from school, most times in the snow, both ways up hill. Really.
We're a lucky group of cruisers. Looks like we've got an entertainer in our midst for FReeps Ahoy 4. Brush up on your repetoire for the cruise, GB.
Last cruise we had Interesting Times, song writer, pianist and singer extraordinaire who put on a great private show for our group.
FR is blessed with such talent!
I used to play the xylophone in Melody Band in 7th grade.
Bahama Mama