Gotta tell this story -
My girls had horses growing up, one was a big old White American Saddle-bred,
the old boy was about 1200#'s. They rode their horses almost everyday. Everybody
in the neighborhood was familiar with the girls and the horses.
Just down the road lived a local church minister, younger guy. He owned nothing,
borrowed everything. Well, on second thought he did own a wheelbarrow.
Come home from work a little early one afternoon, grabbed my orange gear
and a Browning Abolt Stainless stalker in 06, headed for the river, didn't notice
the horse was gone. Until I crossed the fence in the back pasture, there was the
horse and on him sat the preacher. When he saw me, he panicked and the horse
bolted, he sort of jumped or fell off, I am not sure. He knew who I was, started
screaming at me for carrying a gun, wanted to know what the hell was going on.
Made sure he understood, stealing horses was a hanging offense [joking of course]
and hunting season for deer was open, he at least should have an article of orange on.
And by the way he was OK, as of yet there was no open season on preachers.
