This message is from: "Kim Nord" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Pat: My "Woody" (at age 17) did almost the same thing (turned out to be a
cow stuck in deadfall, but it was dusk and the cow was making a weird noise,
we were in the woods, I was a rank newbie and he had my precious 7yo child
on board). Anyway, Woody quickly but calmly reversed direction and moved
about 50 feet away to what he felt was "safety". He stood there like a rock
(with my son hollering "Mommy, he won't MOVE") until other horses with us
calmed down and he figured out what was going on. Then he calmly picked his
way back to the trail and took up his position between me and the lead pony
(who had been having a coniption). Me, I was riding a Friesian-Perch cross
who said "Ya wanna piece a me?"
I sure thanked Woody when we got back to the barn. He said it was nothing
but doing his job.
Gotta love the Fjords.
Kim
----- Original Message -----
From: "Pat Holland" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
To: <fjordhorse@angus.mystery.com>
Sent: Tuesday, November 14, 2006 6:14 PM
Subject: "Their" people & the moose story
This message is from: "Pat Holland" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Funny you should mention "Their person"...
OK...this is a good time to tell you about the moose story -
First of all - those of you who live out west - are lucky indeed.
beautiful country. I had never been across the Rockies - when I worked
between Denver and the Springs I showed horse in Estes Park and Loveland -
but people said I wasn't really in the mountains - I see now after going
to the Sun Valley area in Idaho - I wasn't.
So...I was impressed....but what really seemed to trip my trigger was the
clear CLEAR streams you all have out there. I mean crystal clear - so the
one day I took Hostar out for a ride - and let me say right now - I come
from Northeastern Pennsylvania - even as a kid it became a sister
community to New York City. So.....you might as well say I was born -
city. The wildest things I ever saw where in the theater, off
Broadway. Well, we did have this one cousin that was pretty strange, but
he was from Brooklyn.
So Hostar and I were very calmly walking along a path alongside a
beautiful crystal clear stream - on the other side was a flat field with
irrigation "things" all around it. The mountains - opps they call them
hills out there - were all-around us - it was like 3:00 or so in the
afternoon....I was relaxed....actually half leaning toward the stream
cause you could see the fish... I was like,...this is cool.
In an instant Hostar stopped,...cold.... and stood so still - like a
rock.....then he did a "whirly-thing" - can't call it a bolt, cause I
stayed on his back - which I am known not to when a horse bolts - he
whirled around and then....rock again...and starred into the creek side
and there....stood the biggest black thing I ever saw - not more than 20
feet away - moose are not soft brown and cute. They are huge and very
unhappy looking. This fellow was B I G ... and the black....no one ever
said they were soooooooooo black. And he just stood there...no move....it
was like it was a stare down with him and Hostar - "interesting" I
thought....the city side of me said "get out of there".....the Mary Ofjord
side of me said - "oh we see them all the time" ... it's no big
deal.... then a voice inside me said ; " leave...."
But I could tell going back to the path - closer to Mr. Moose was not a
good idea - now I don't know where that voice came from - but I think it
was a good voice......so we went on thru the flat field - but there was an
irrigation ditch and these pipes all around it - at that point Hostar took
care of his person - well,...in my humble opinion he did it with the moose
too..... I wasn't afraid on him - I could not have been with a better
living being than with him at that time. I swear if I was with a hunter
with a fully loaded 22 and nineteen secret service people about (Dick
Cheney I guess lives, or stayed near there) - I would have screamed like
a girly girl.
So I said: "Hostar...we have to get out of here somehow".....and we did
...jumped the ditch and the irrigation thingies - and went back to the
ranch.
OK...I know you all wanted a story that this moose attacked us and blood
all over the place and I pulled a bowie knife and saved the world - but
it was a big deal to me.......I was his person..... he took care of me.
Glad to be back in Illinois where the biggest black thing I need to see is
just a cup of coffee with no cream.
Pat Holland
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