I never was much of a horse person. I liked the idea of horses. Riding them? Screw it, I'd rather walk. I know girls like 'em. Me and my bony butt, not so much. My knees never appreciated it either. Family jewels? There was a time or two that I uttered a higher octave.
I once spent a summer employed by the Forest Service. It was the best summer of my life. As a range wannabe, horses were part of the deal. Uncle even tried to teach me how to throw a diamond hitch. Thinking this to be my eventual calling, I bought a book. Horse Packing in Pictures. Great idea. Kind of like painting by numbers. My packing career never got past the looking at the pictures stage. I gave it away to a friend who has horses and mules, and, who actually does some packing.
I once met a guy who resented being called a "cowboy." He was a "horseman." He had a cushy office job. Really? Poking around, I discovered that horses are said to respond to horseman, they react…
I once spent a summer employed by the Forest Service. It was the best summer of my life. As a range wannabe, horses were part of the deal. Uncle even tried to teach me how to throw a diamond hitch. Thinking this to be my eventual calling, I bought a book. Horse Packing in Pictures. Great idea. Kind of like painting by numbers. My packing career never got past the looking at the pictures stage. I gave it away to a friend who has horses and mules, and, who actually does some packing.
I once met a guy who resented being called a "cowboy." He was a "horseman." He had a cushy office job. Really? Poking around, I discovered that horses are said to respond to horseman, they react…