Back in the 1990s, I was on vacation at a dude ranch in Arizona (the Flying E in Wickenburg). Our trail ride was loping briskly along the trail when, without warning, we came around a curve upon a plastic bag snagged on a cactus and dancing on the wind. I was third in line, and the first three horses shied violently which caused the horses behind to react only slightly less violently. Two of the “dudes” fell off (no injuries, fortunately, but shaken up). Fortunately, the three leading horses were ridden by experienced riders, and we kept out seats, but it probably added a few gray hairs to the wrangler entrusted with the safety of his “dude” charges. Horses + plastic bags = mayhem!
Lennart Hedman over 1 year ago
American [& global] tragedy…
LeslieBark over 1 year ago
Back in the 1990s, I was on vacation at a dude ranch in Arizona (the Flying E in Wickenburg). Our trail ride was loping briskly along the trail when, without warning, we came around a curve upon a plastic bag snagged on a cactus and dancing on the wind. I was third in line, and the first three horses shied violently which caused the horses behind to react only slightly less violently. Two of the “dudes” fell off (no injuries, fortunately, but shaken up). Fortunately, the three leading horses were ridden by experienced riders, and we kept out seats, but it probably added a few gray hairs to the wrangler entrusted with the safety of his “dude” charges. Horses + plastic bags = mayhem!
ladykat over 1 year ago
I hope Twig and her grandmother picked up some of those plastic bags along the way.
gammaguy over 1 year ago
It’s a bag-a-tell.