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| The Wife Told Me To Buy New Boots (Page 3/4) |
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maryjane
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JAN 29, 08:45 AM
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| quote | Originally posted by cliffw:
You can even get a transgendered horse, . |
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Not if it's really a horse.
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cliffw
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JAN 29, 11:58 PM
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| quote | Originally posted by maryjane: Not if it's really a horse.
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True.
Do you mean my cow is not a horse ?
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maryjane
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JAN 30, 03:44 AM
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I mean that 'a horse', in the true use of the word indicates an intact and actively breeding male equine or, what some uncivilized people would call a stud. [This message has been edited by maryjane (edited 01-30-2021).]
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Hudini
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JAN 30, 04:25 AM
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| quote | Originally posted by GT-X:
To easily regain a lost stirrup. And the heel is so your foot doesn't go through.
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I can 100% attest to this reason. As a 16 year old kid I rode my gf’s barrel racing horse at a full run wearing tennis shoes. As that beast made a sharp right I kept going straight as my shoe had slipped out of the stirrup. Luckily my foot didn’t catch in the stirrup and all that was hurt was my pride as I rolled on the dirt.
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blackrams
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JAN 30, 09:30 AM
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| quote | Originally posted by Hudini:
I can 100% attest to this reason. As a 16 year old kid I rode my gf’s barrel racing horse at a full run wearing tennis shoes. As that beast made a sharp right I kept going straight as my shoe had slipped out of the stirrup. Luckily my foot didn’t catch in the stirrup and all that was hurt was my pride as I rolled on the dirt. |
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At least you had a good excuse. Back in my younger (dumber) days, I thought I was "Cowboy" material. I actually tried riding bucking broncs in the rodeos for a while. Just to show you how bright I am, I actually did it more than once..
Rams
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blackrams
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JAN 30, 09:41 AM
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Oops!
Rams[This message has been edited by blackrams (edited 01-30-2021).]
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maryjane
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JAN 30, 09:50 AM
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Things haven't changed all that much have they?
| quote | Originally posted by blackrams: At least you had a good excuse. Back in my younger (dumber) days, I thought I was "Cowboy" material. I actually tried riding bucking broncs in the rodeos for a while. Just to show you how bright I am, I actually did it more than once..
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| quote | Originally posted by blackrams: At least you had a good excuse. Back in my younger (dumber) days, I thought I was "Cowboy" material. I actually tried riding bucking broncs in the rodeos for a while. Just to show you how bright I am, I actually did it more than once..
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 [This message has been edited by maryjane (edited 01-30-2021).]
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blackrams
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JAN 30, 10:18 AM
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Apparently not!  Posting from my phone can be a challenge. It is, what it is. 
Rams
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cliffw
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JAN 30, 10:24 AM
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| quote | Originally posted by blackrams: It is, what it is. 
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Some think that. Me ? It is what I make of it.
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cliffw
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JAN 30, 11:09 AM
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Oh oh, I have a story. Two. Maybe three. All true.
I was once a passenger involved in a head on collision with an 18 wheeler. Life Flighted to Austin Texas, from LaGrange TX. I was supposed to be dead. I don't remember how much time later, I think two months, my circle of friends were partying, they had horses. They were practicing or showing off their ridership. It looked like fun.
I was asked if I could "rodeo". Fruck yea I thought, . So, I mount this steed, to prove my stupidity. It was a mighty steed and I yelled "Ye Haw" while kicking it in both sides with my flip flops. Ye Haw, off we go. I mean off I go. That steed took off like lightning, made a hard right, the saddle, the loose saddle rolled over to the left. I tried to hold on but God prevailed.
He told me to bail. He gave me a choice. Do you want to ride under the horse ?
Story two, also true. I was with some inlaws, beer was involved, they had horses. One of it's name was Bud. A mighty steed indeed. His regular exercise was a slow walk to the ole' watering hole. A beer drinking joint unless you say I want whiskey. Bud had his designated water bucket because he went there so often.
I asked and was allowed to ride Bud. Bud didn't like me. He made a hard dash to a low hanging tree branch. A BIG LIVE OAK ONE. I told him to stop, he didn't. I guess I should have said "whoa".
Another aside, my wife does not want me to wear my new boots. My work boots are now "dress boots". No matter, I like my old ugly boots better.
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