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    Tales from the wilds of my yard

    A HORSE A BOY AND A BIRCH TREE
    Have you ever heard it said that animals can sense fear? I believe they can do more than sense fear. I have personally witnessed animal/person mind reading. Yes that’s right, I said mind reading.

    It happened when I was about fifteen. At the time, we lived on a farm of sorts. We didn’t have farm animals or crops, but we did have a barn and a horse, so I think it qualifies as being a farm.

    I was in high school at the time and my favorite class was wood shop. It must have been about October or November; my project in wood shop was going to be a Christmas Centerpiece for my grand parent’s dinning room table. It was to be a half of a Birch log, with candles and some decorations. Step one for this project was to obtain a Birch log and I knew just where to get one.

    There were woods out behind our back field and I was certain I could find a Birch tree out there. I took the axe and headed through the field out into the woods. It didn’t take long before I found what I was looking for. I took the axe and in short order, I had a birch tree on the ground. I didn’t need the whole tree, just a section of it, but I didn’t feel like hacking the tree again with the axe; it would be faster to cut the log I needed with the chain saw back at the house. I hefted the tree, all twenty feet of it across my shoulders and headed back to the house. I threw the tree over the barbwire fence that bordered our field. I climbed over the fence into our field and put the tree back across my shoulders and began to walk towards the house.

    At the top of the field stood Bo, our horse, well to be more specific my sister’s horse. Bo, was short for Beauregard P. Jones. Bo was an Arabian, with an attitude as big as his handle. Now in all fairness to Bo, he had a right to hold a grudge against me. My best friend Mike and I have been known to throw firecrackers into his stall while he was locked inside it, and I’m sure we harassed him in other ways that I can’t remember any longer. But it was ok, because he was just a dumb horse, a dumb animal, with no thoughts or feelings, no mind, or so I thought.

    Like I was saying, at the top of the field stood Bo, watching me walking towards the house. It was about 500 yards across the field to the house and I was about a quarter of the way when I looked into Bo’s eyes and immediately, I knew what he was thinking, or planning. That evil horse had decided to run me down, I could see it in his eyes and hear his thoughts in my head. In the time it took me to comprehend his thoughts, that split second of time, he began to move. I could see the muscles in his foreleg quiver as he took his first step. Now I know horses can run fast, they use them in races all the time, but Bo covered almost a quarter of the distance between us in what seemed like the blink of an eye.

    I threw down the tree, turned and ran as fast as I could towards the barbwire fence that I had just climbed over, with Bo’s thundering hooves hot on my heels. There was no time to climb over the fence; Bo was right behind me and it was amazing how fast he closed the distance between us. I hit the fence at a dead run and leaped completely over the five foot barbwire fence. Now, I know your thinking it must have been just a coincidence and the horse was not really chasing me, but rather playing. I’m telling you, I saw into his mind in that instant and he meant to run me down. He wanted to feel my guts squishing through his hooves. He was an evil animal.

    I had lots of time to think about the situation while I walked around the field and up to the house. I knew if I let the evil horse win this battle, I would never be able to walk in the field again. I knew I had to face the horse down and it was going to be him or me. I knew there was a chance Bo could come out the victor, but I had to do it.

    I went into the barn and grabbed a steel rake and walked out into the field. It was like the showdown at high noon. Bo was in the middle of the field watching me and feeling a little smug I’m sure, after his earlier triumph. I don’t know if horses laugh, but if they do, I wouldn’t be surprise if he had a good horse laugh as I fled in fear. I walked straight towards Bo, our eyes again met and this time he read my mind. He knew I meant to lay that rake right between his eyes if he came after me. Bo turned and ran towards the coral and I retrieved my tree and carried it up to the house.

    The horse and I came to an understanding that day, without ever speaking a word, which is good because I don’t speak horse and I doubt he spoke people. He never bothered me again after that and I didn’t bother him either.

    The Candle holder centerpieces turned out very nice, I made my parents one too.
    Keep your paws off my Carrots and my guns
    My rules to live by Never trust a squirrel, never french kiss an ardvark and never bring Jumbo hotdogs to a nudist colony barbcue.

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    Good story. Thanks. I had a similar show down with a bull. I was on a riding mower......I won...I think.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Horkos View Post
    Good story. Thanks. I had a similar show down with a bull. I was on a riding mower......I won...I think.
    Ok, you have my attention, what happened?????????????????
    Keep your paws off my Carrots and my guns
    My rules to live by Never trust a squirrel, never french kiss an ardvark and never bring Jumbo hotdogs to a nudist colony barbcue.

  5. Quote Originally Posted by wild eyed willy:207389
    Quote Originally Posted by Horkos View Post
    Good story. Thanks. I had a similar show down with a bull. I was on a riding mower......I won...I think.
    Ok, you have my attention, what happened?????????????????
    I second that.

    And OP, great story. I spent a spell on a horse farm in Cook county Illinois. I got bit on the leg for insulting a race horse. I understand your thought process completely.

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    Can I say I love the other story better about trying to the cave? This is nice too but the other one is better. There! I said it!! I hope you are not offended. The leatherman story has a lot of seat-grabbomg material built into it. The quality is more for a dramatic movie that can be expanded to a 2-hour-in-reality story telling. I will be glad to use that material in my future presentation.

    Please do not feel I am criticizing. I just like The Leatherman better, OK?
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  7. It might be a farm in NE Connecticut.

    Enjoyed, keep them coming!
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    Quote Originally Posted by wild eyed willy:207389
    Quote Originally Posted by Horkos View Post
    Good story. Thanks. I had a similar show down with a bull. I was on a riding mower......I won...I think.
    Ok, you have my attention, what happened?????????????????
    I was 15 he was huge. When ever he was around I had this habit of pestering him usually by lobbing small pebbles at him. One day I was head to the mower and he started eye-ballin me like he had some hurtful intent. I didn't really think nothin of it till he squared up with me. At that point I felt like maybe I bit off more than I could chew. So I figured the noise of the mower might spook'em. So I jumped on it and cranked her up. He didn't even blink, didn't budge not even a muscle twitch. At this point we were maybe 100 feet or so from eachother. So I thought at the bright old age of 15 that maybe I could intimidate this 2000 lb big horn. I started to pop the gas makin the mower lurch forward a bit. Again, nothin. He starts to rise his head up to the sky still eye_ballin me now breathin a much heavier. I figure he's serious. I know I can't out run him and even if I could where was I gonna go. I decided it was best to stick with the "scare'em off plan". Now this riding mower had one of those dead man switches activated by seat pressure/weight that when it was running if the rider got off or fell off it would stall out but if you sit back down just before it stall it would make a loud pop. So I started hoppin up and down on the seat and lurchin foward make as big a show as I could. He didn't run or move really. He just turn his side to me again and returned to grazing. I figure 1 of 2 things happend either he took pity on an obviously out gunned dummy or he figured it was a draw. So colombo oreo, a draw with a bull is a win for me...

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    Quote Originally Posted by exgee11 View Post
    i second that.

    And op, great story. I spent a spell on a horse farm in cook county illinois. I got bit on the leg for insulting a race horse. I understand your thought process completely.
    lol.
    Keep your paws off my Carrots and my guns
    My rules to live by Never trust a squirrel, never french kiss an ardvark and never bring Jumbo hotdogs to a nudist colony barbcue.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Horkos View Post
    I was 15 he was huge. When ever he was around I had this habit of pestering him usually by lobbing small pebbles at him. One day I was head to the mower and he started eye-ballin me like he had some hurtful intent. I didn't really think nothin of it till he squared up with me. At that point I felt like maybe I bit off more than I could chew. So I figured the noise of the mower might spook'em. So I jumped on it and cranked her up. He didn't even blink, didn't budge not even a muscle twitch. At this point we were maybe 100 feet or so from eachother. So I thought at the bright old age of 15 that maybe I could intimidate this 2000 lb big horn. I started to pop the gas makin the mower lurch forward a bit. Again, nothin. He starts to rise his head up to the sky still eye_ballin me now breathin a much heavier. I figure he's serious. I know I can't out run him and even if I could where was I gonna go. I decided it was best to stick with the "scare'em off plan". Now this riding mower had one of those dead man switches activated by seat pressure/weight that when it was running if the rider got off or fell off it would stall out but if you sit back down just before it stall it would make a loud pop. So I started hoppin up and down on the seat and lurchin foward make as big a show as I could. He didn't run or move really. He just turn his side to me again and returned to grazing. I figure 1 of 2 things happend either he took pity on an obviously out gunned dummy or he figured it was a draw. So colombo oreo, a draw with a bull is a win for me...
    That was good, I figure it was a win for you too.. I don't know if you would have survived a loss...LOL
    Keep your paws off my Carrots and my guns
    My rules to live by Never trust a squirrel, never french kiss an ardvark and never bring Jumbo hotdogs to a nudist colony barbcue.

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    Wild Eyed Willy,
    Another great story.Are any of these stories in book form? If not, They should be. And if so, Where can I get them?

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