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Short and sweet
I don't wan to be a cowgirl
I am back, too tired and sore to talk about it. I hurt on every part of my body.
It was fun at times, but for the most part it was a lot of work and then some.
No deaths, just a few accidents, thank goodness none of them were my fault.
One good thing we didn't move the whole 220+ horses over the mountain, we
we were able to make quite a few trips to a friends ranch because they for one
reason or another may not have made the trip. I can't remember exactly how many we
moved up here, but it was a lot, mostly the young ones and a few the older ones.
I lost count after a while. Don't mean a whole lot anyway, anything over 50 is too many for
two to move, and we ended up with a little over 150 with much determination , caution,
and God on our side.
There is someting I must know. Below is a picture of the only male crew member.
Why do some men act like this in freezing cold weather, or any weather?
Any doctors out there care to answer?
