Re: RC: Scary incident

[Howard4567@aol.com]

In a message dated 4/10/01 11:28:29 PM Eastern Daylight Time, 
polaristhewonderhorse@hotmail.com writes:

> To make matters worse while I'm trying to get Polaris under control
>  the damn kid flips me the bird while still barreling down the road.
>  I could'nt get his licence plate number because Polaris was freakin out so 
I 
>  had to consintrate on getting him calm again.
>  I mean there are so many horriable people out there that don't respect
>  anything!!!
>  Can't I just go for a nice ride and not worry about some asshole
>  trying to intentally playing a mean joke.
>  So have any of you out there have a simular experiance?
>  What did you do about it?
>  Thanks

I had a similar experience once.  This redneck was flying down the dirt road 
where Dance Line and I were trotting away, like we didn't have a care in the 
world.  I pulled back on the reins and got Dance to walk, then stand still, 
as he came towards us.  I pulled off to the right because it looked like this 
guy was doing 80 miles an hour on this dirt road.  Then, he went to his left 
on the road and intentionally headed right towards us.

I got Dance to jump over this ditch (I think they call it a culvert down 
here) for our protection.  The redneck flew by us and looked at me with a 
toothless grin yelling, "Get out of my way horse boy."  This is when I lost 
total control and the rest of my memory is a blur.

I pulled out my gun from the saddlebag, aimed and started firing.  I was 
gonna kill this person and I did not care if I got caught and did time.  I 
had lost my mind.  After the third shot, this animal posing as a human, with 
a Confederate flag flying from the back of his pickup, backed up his truck 
and came after me and my horse.  I did not run.  Instead I got Dance into a 
gallop, put the reins in my teeth (yea, I watched True Grit) and took careful 
aim with my gun.  Someone was going to die today.

One of my bullets hit the back window and glass went flying.  As soon as this 
happen the truck no longer came at me in reverse, but came to a complete 
standstill. Dust flew in the air from the back tires.  I stopped firing, 
knowing I only had one shot left, and waited for the redneck to come out of 
the cab.  I was pretty certain he was going to be armed so I didn't want to 
miss with my last bullet.  I was breathing so hard, my heart was pumping so 
fast, it was all I could do to stay focused on the job at hand.

Suddenly, he took off.  Fast forward, and gave me the finger as he did.  I 
took my last shot and aimed for his left rear tire.  It connected and the 
tire exploded.  The noise was so loud it woke me up from my sound sleep.  
haha.

cya,
Howard (I will ride and ride and ride.  Your big OLE truck will not deter me 
and my mighty steed)