Re: Re: Death Visits Ridecamp

["D&M Arabians" <knever@eatel.net>]

haven't heard this one before either..but I'll second that!
Come on Howard....we are hanging now.. IS Dance ok.. now I'm having second
thoughts of my first 50... oh please do go on when your up to it...

Debi {keeping my fingers crossed}
Knevermore
South,LA
-----Original Message-----
From: Celia Krall <celiak@pcrs.net>
To: Howard4567@aol.com <Howard4567@aol.com>; ridecamp@endurance.net
<ridecamp@endurance.net>
Date: Tuesday, March 21, 2000 7:29 PM
Subject: RC: Re: Death Visits Ridecamp


>For crying out loud in the sink, Howard, is Dance okay????
>
>----------
>> From: Howard4567@aol.com
>> To: ridecamp@endurance.net
>> Subject: RC:  Death Visits Ridecamp
>> Date: Tuesday, March 21, 2000 9:14 AM
>>
>> Death Visits Ridecamp
>>
>> Last Saturday night, sitting under a tree, shivering in the cold, holding
>a
>> lead rope attached to Dance Line's halter, I didn't think I'd ever be
>writing
>> an endurance tale again.  Ever.  I figured this would be my last night
>with
>> my favorite horse, my best friend, the last time I would do the one sport
>I
>> love more than any other.  Things were not good and the prognosis was
>grim.
>> Dance had a tube in his nose, down his throat and into his stomach. Two
>large
>> IV bottles hung from a tree branch overhead with tubes running  to a
>needle
>> inserted in his neck, recently shaved.  Death was paying a visit to my
>horse,
>> and no matter what we did to get rid of him, it looked like this
>unwelcomed
>> guest was not going to leave.  And it was all my fault.
>>
>> I should try and warn you, upfront, that this might not be a happy story.
> I
>> doubt that I'll be able to get you to laugh.  I'll try and throw some
>humor
>> in once in a while, for old times' sake, but I have a feeling that it
>won't
>> be the same.  I don't want to make you cry, that's not my intention.
>And,
>> maybe, most of you won't.  You're probably better equipped to handle
>death
>> than me; I'm weak when it comes to such things.  But you see, the Vet has
>
>> just told me that Dance Line probably is not going to make it, I'm stuck
>here
>> under this tree for most of the night, friends and some total strangers
>are
>> coming up to me, giving me condolences, tears are running down the front
>of
>> my face, and if I speak, sobs will come bursting out and I just don't
>think
>> I'll be able to find anything funny to say.  And please don't put your
>hand
>> on my shoulder or give me a hug, cause I'll lose it completely if you do.
>
>> Death is hovering above, just to the left of the IV bottles there, and he
>has
>> no sense of humor tonight.
>>
>> A close friend has just taken Jennifer to her campsite at my request; I
>> really don't want her with me and Dance right now.  Seven years ago we
>had
>> lost a horse, under similar circumstances and I couldn't get Jen back on
>one
>> for over a year after that experience.  I told myself that if it ever
>> happened again I would have to get out of the horse business completely.
>I
>> know death is a part of life, I just don't want it to be part of mine
>when I
>> can avoid it.  If you don't own a horse you won't have to watch it die.
>Or
>> live with yourself at the thought of having been the one who opened the
>barn
>> door and let Death in.
>>
>> As I sit here in my camping chair, shivering from the cold, looking at
>> Dance's face, neck drooping with his head hung down low, I reflect on
>this
>> weekend, my life, my soul.  I stand up, hold his head in my arms, look
>into
>> his eyes filled with pain and I cry like a baby. You see, he's shivering
>too
>> due to the IV, even though we have two blankets on him.  The vet told me
>this
>> would happen.   I'm alone, it's late, my friends and the Doc have left me
>for
>> a while, to say Good-bye to my best buddy.  And I can't let go.
>>
>> Till tonight I thought I was an atheist, a nonbeliever.  But I really
>don't
>> want to live without this guy, so I look up and I ask.  I actually have
>the
>> audacity to ask a really big favor from one whom I've denied most of my
>life.
>>  How did I get to this point, here with my best friend, who will be lucky
>if
>> he sees the sunrise tomorrow?
>>
>> The ride started out like any other.  I did the packing thing, put duck
>tape
>> around the lid of my cooler to keep it shut, you've heard it all before.
>
>> Nothing abnormal.  Except for one thing.  My wife and I have started this
>
>> tradition.  My idea actually.  We make sure we have sex the night before
>I
>> leave for the ride.  She doesn't want me going there horny with all those
>
>> women nearby.  Haha, like I'd have a chance with any of them anyway.
>Well,
>> on the night before I leave for this ride, we break tradition.  It
>doesn't
>> happen.  Is that how Death got thru my door and into my house?  I don't
>know.
>>
>> The ride was to be our first attempt at a 50 miler.  We thought we were
>all
>> ready.  I knew Jennifer was and felt Rebel would be fine.  It was Dance
>and
>> myself that concerned me.  But we had all done so well at the Far Out
>Forest
>> ride and completed 35 miles, I figured we were ready to step up.  To join
>the
>> big boys (even though they're mostly women) of the endurance world.  To
>do a
>> true endurance 50 mile run (American Endurance Ride Conference term, not
>> mine).  I knew that the footing in South Carolina would be different from
>the
>> sandy Florida soil.  I thought this would be to my horses' advantage.
>But
>> then again, I could be wrong.
>>
>> Because the ride was in South Carolina, I even left a day earlier than
>> normal.  I didn't want the horses to be tired from the 8 hour anticipated
>
>> trailer ride.  I had done rides this distance away from my house before
>and
>> have learned that if you can take the extra time it pays off.  Plus, you
>> usually get a great camping spot, close to the vet in area, which is
>where I
>> wanted to be.  This would give me time to set up and talk with Jennifer
>about
>> our plan of attack.  I didn't want to race too fast for our first 50, but
>if
>> Angie was going to be here I wanted to give her a run, at least the first
>
>> loop or two.  I had heard she might be at this ride and was hoping to see
>her
>> again.  I had even packed my hard cup from my ball playing days, just in
>case
>> she was planning on throwing any low ball elbows my way.
>>
>> I went through the Florida Agricultural Station without losing my temper.
> I
>> still wonder why we seem to be the only state on the East coast that has
>this
>> requirement.  Even Europe is getting rid of the border crossings; why
>does
>> leaving or entering Florida, with a horse, require extra documentation
>and
>> take up so much time?  A young woman waited on me and I couldn't help but
>
>> notice her last name was Hicks.  So apropos for this part of Florida and
>her
>> line of work.  I did chuckle a bit, but then looked at her gun to get my
>mind
>> off her name and avoid her asking me what was so dang funny.
>>
>> It rained during the drive, the traffic though Columbia wasn't too bad
>but
>> every time someone cut me off  I did use Angie's name in vain.  It's a
>new
>> habit I've started and Jennifer keeps asking me who Angie is; she doesn't
>
>> remember her from the Haihira ride.  Just as well, it's a private thing I
>
>> want to keep to myself.
>>
>> While driving on the interstate, just outside Charlotte, I tried to pass
>this
>> wide load trucker who was driving down the middle of the highway blocking
>
>> both lanes with this trailer thing he was hauling.  I call it a trailer
>> thing, but it actually looked like half of a prefabricated house and when
>you
>> put the two pieces together you produce a Redneck Convention Center.  I
>was
>> in the right lane and cars were along side of me in the left.  We were
>all
>> following this trucker since he wasn't leaving us much choice.  Suddenly
>the
>> other cars decided to form a single line behind the trucker, not sure
>why, it
>> was kind of like cattle forming a line behind the leader.  This guy next
>to
>> me decides to join the line and moves closer to me, like I'm not even
>there.
>> I blast my air horn and instead of yelling Angie at him, I use the real
>> thing.  He gets so close to my rig I feel the horses move in the trailer
>> bracing themselves for contact.  By this time I realize I just missed my
>exit
>> off the interstate and had to get off and go back the other way.
>>
>> I find the right exit and get to the camp just before sunset.  I spot a
>large
>> barn type building and see the familiar colored tape marking off the vet
>> check areas.  Only a few riders are here so I park next to a really nice
>rig
>> with a row of trees between us. I didn't know how valuable one of these
>trees
>> would become later this week end.
>>
>> As I'm unloading and setting up the portable corral, I spot Susan on the
>> other side of the road. She sees me and before she has a chance to run
>off I
>> yell, "Is the witch here?"  There were a few other women scattered around
>me,
>> also setting up their campsites, who happened to hear me ask this
>question.
>> I think they thought I used the "B" word when I said witch.  They all
>kind of
>> gave me "the look."  Susan laughs and says, "Angie couldn't make it.  She
>
>> says if she's not here you'll never beat her at a ride."  Haha, I'm sure
>> Angie's worried about that one.
>>
>> It's a bit misty out, been raining most of the day, but not a hard rain.
>Red
>> Georgia clay is on the ground even though we are in South Carolina. I get
>the
>> horses out, put the tent up with Jennifer's help, and we wander around to
>
>> inspect our new neighborhood before it gets dark outside.  A group of six
>or
>> so riders are huddled together under an awning to keep them out of the
>rain.
>>  Susan is in the group and says, "OK, he's here, guess we'd better quit
>> talking about him."  She happens to be a close friend of Angies.  In
>spite of
>> this, Susan has told others that she actually likes me.  Tolerate is
>probably
>> a better word.
>>
>> Anyway they all invite me to sit with them and we introduce ourselves.
>> Jennifer runs off to find one of her friends who just pulled in.  During
>the
>> different topics of conversation I find out Susan actually had a heart
>attack
>> at one of these rides.  A for real heart attack, paramedics, trip to the
>> hospital, all that stuff.  Talk about your die hard endurance rider!
>>
>> Then somehow the subject gets to sex.  I get tempted to tell them about
>my
>> tradition with my wife, the night before I leave for a ride, but decide
>to
>> listen instead.  Susan starts telling us about her husband's new habit of
>
>> buying Viagra.  I find the subject interesting cause I see hope in my
>future,
>> when my time comes, to continue the pursuit of.......well, you understand
>I'm
>> sure.  A person in the group asks Susan how often her husband takes the
>> pills.  She says, "Oh, he don't take them, he sells them to all his
>buddies.
>> Doctor gave him a prescription, insurance pays for everything, and his
>> friends all love the darn things."  I had to turn my head so I didn't
>spit
>> out beer on anyone, I was laughing so hard.  Susan may just be funnier
>than
>> her friend Angie.
>>
>>
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