Ain't that the truth. Last year we had five horses hit by lightining
within five miles of me. This year a good friend lost he beloved buddy
(his horse not his wife) to lightining. Several years ago my wife lost
her first horse to lightining. Lightining is one reason I picked out
the land I picked out. I am high but not the highest point around and
the horses can't get to the high point.
In my old place I was standing at my barn door some years back thinking
about making a dash to the house before it started to rain harder.
About then a bolt zapped down from the heavens and knocked my flat on
my butt. It hit about where I would have been if I hadn't changed my
mind.
FL in the summer sure ain't for sissys.
Truman
Howard Bramhall wrote:
And, don't forget the darn lightning. I've had more close
calls with Ben Franklin's Kiss of Death this year than ever before.
Time to move I'm telling you, Florida is going to kill me for sure,
and, worst of all, it might take out one of my horses to boot.
Kabaaaaammmmm, I swear I saw a flash (cloud to air) right before
my eyes yesterday while out riding when the towering cumulus clouds
started transitioning to cumulonimbus. The bolt blazed yards in front
of my face and I could feel the discharge from the moisture in the air
acting as a conduit of Death. I knew this was the end for me and my
best friend. I was a little surprised, after the flash, to see my body
was still in Florida. Maybe Hell isn't as bad as I was expecting. I
knew it would be hot, and it was, but, I was expecting more of a dry
heat, like Arizona.
America, my horse, just stopped, his body frozen in time. I do
believe he thought he was dead, also. He's not normally afraid of this
stuff since he sees it almost every day. I've seen too much and will
be glad to see it slow down some this winter.
So, the moral is don't worry too much about the heat and
humidity. Be grateful the Thunder Gods aren't growling at you like
they do at me and my horses on a daily basis down here in Central
Florida. Just get out there and ride. Yea, if the numbers add up to
over 150 you might want to slow down some, but, don't let it put you
out of the game.
The one good thing about the heat is the wimmen don't wear much
when it's around. And, if you're not shy, like me and Ed, you can
always ride nekkid. Might not leave a great looking corpse when that
bolt hits you but it will give those who end up collecting your
toasted body something to laugh about. "Son of a gun, this dead
cowboy's nekkid. Well, at least his horse was wearing a breast
collar." haha
cya,
Howard (I need to replace Ed's name with a female one; somehow
that didn't come out like I wanted)
