Post by Jay Nistetter on Sept 30, 2003 21:09:35 GMT -5
I was out last weekend with three fellows doing a little calling. One of my new acquaintances was a real nice guy who is a staff writer for a popular magazine.
After an hour’s drive, I met up with a Judge friend of mine who was out working his cattle. We were planning on doing a little calling on his property. He saw us drive up and rode his horse over to greet us.
The Judge was on the other side of a fence when he reached out to shake my hand. Apparently the horse had fond memories of the fence and stood just far enough away so the Judge had to lean way over in the saddle as he extended his arm. Add to that the fact that my belly sticks out a tad further than I'd like to admit and as we clasped hands to shake, my belly made contact with the fence grounding me and d**n near knocked the Judge off his horse.
For some unknown reason the charge cause our hands to grip tighter than necessary for a casual handshake.
The Judge's eye lit up as he stood straight up in the stirrups. The horse's nostrils flared to the size of beer coasters and went in a quick reverse and I have no idea what I looked like.
I suppose it was a rather comical sight watching two grown men and a horse get fibrillated in the Arizona desert. After it was over, the Judge told me that the fence was "hot huh?". None of my hunting partners came over to help but I could see tears of sympathy in their eyes.
That short incident seemed to dominate the conversation all day long despite the fact that we called up 5 coyotes and my new friend got himself a coyote story. I hope that's the story he tells.
After an hour’s drive, I met up with a Judge friend of mine who was out working his cattle. We were planning on doing a little calling on his property. He saw us drive up and rode his horse over to greet us.
The Judge was on the other side of a fence when he reached out to shake my hand. Apparently the horse had fond memories of the fence and stood just far enough away so the Judge had to lean way over in the saddle as he extended his arm. Add to that the fact that my belly sticks out a tad further than I'd like to admit and as we clasped hands to shake, my belly made contact with the fence grounding me and d**n near knocked the Judge off his horse.
For some unknown reason the charge cause our hands to grip tighter than necessary for a casual handshake.
The Judge's eye lit up as he stood straight up in the stirrups. The horse's nostrils flared to the size of beer coasters and went in a quick reverse and I have no idea what I looked like.
I suppose it was a rather comical sight watching two grown men and a horse get fibrillated in the Arizona desert. After it was over, the Judge told me that the fence was "hot huh?". None of my hunting partners came over to help but I could see tears of sympathy in their eyes.
That short incident seemed to dominate the conversation all day long despite the fact that we called up 5 coyotes and my new friend got himself a coyote story. I hope that's the story he tells.
