I used to stop and pet a horse in a corral on a parcel I had permission to hunt. Always brought the old mare some grass and a sugar cube. She'd see me coming and trot right over for her handouts. I'm standing there betting her one day and the old nag bit me! I swatted her as hard as I could on the side of her noggin, and she looked at me like she'd been hit by ligthning. We never traded pleasantries again.
