In my internet travels today I noted somebody trying to get rid of a dead horse. I am always on the lookout for good deals, and try to keep my buddies in mind just in case something I find will fit their needs. Not wants mind you, just needs.
So here comes this horse, like manna from heaven. A gift for my trapping buddy. Being the ever faithful outdoor endeavors partner, I promptly send him the link. Wallah! Job done.
Then I call his house tonight and lo and behold who answers but his lovely. And guess what she said? After she beat me about the ears, she asked me what in the heck I was thinking? I told her I guess I wasn't, or I would have sent the message to a different e-mail. Ohhhhh, did that get a spin.
Ever good natured, she reminded me of the moose. The one they got as a road kill with a permit to use for trapping. The one that ended up thawing in the spring when they did not use it all. The one that dripped blood on the ground. Ah pooh, I exclaimed. He learned his lesson and would never ever let a dead animal lay on a trailer in the driveway. The laughter continued for quite a while.
Well, I told her, we could always bring it in the garage, thaw it, and then stand it up in the yard. When the girls get up on Christmas morning there would be Mr. Ed all ready to ride.
I'm sure glad that woman likes me. She only threatened to cut me off of the e-mail and phone list, nothing else.