Similar event happened to the brother of one of my long ago good friends; this was over 30 years ago. Also in Montana; horse he was riding spooked, he fell off and hit his head on a rock. No bueno. He died somewhat later. The kind of stuff not included in the romantic image of trail rides.Raised on farms until my mid teens. Would I want to do that? No way!
I have some friends who live in OK. They don't have kids and have a great marriage, but they like to do things that the other doesn't. So one year the hubs decides he is going to Montana to work on a dude ranch for two weeks. Bunkhouse living, driving cattle, the works. He loves it so much he decided to do it once a year for the next decade.
He pretty much got to the point that the people who owned the ranch treated him like one of the hired hands that worked there full time.
Last year he was moving some cattle and his horse either spooked or lost its footing and he was thrown off. Apparently they found him about an hour later when his horse came walking in without him. Concussion, broken shoulder, collar bone, three ribs and some pretty good cuts on his arm and hands from the fall. He spent ten days in a hospital in the middle of nowhere Montana with internal bleeding as one of the ribs nicked something and they could not find it until they opened him up. His wife drove the 20 hours back home, worse time of her life as she said anytime she hit a small bump he would moan in pain. All in all he spent 10 days in a hospital, and three weeks recovering at home before he could go back to work. And that was not the worse part of it, his insurance tried to not cover it as he was doing something that was not in his typical day.
When we lived ANYWHERE but California when I was a kid, we had an outhouse. I'm pretty sure ANY of my grandkids would just as soon go in their drawers as to use one of those, though I doubt they know they ever existed. Snow in the winter, snakes in the summer, I much prefer our ensuite for my nightly stroll to accommodate my call of nature.Man I can kind of relate to this, having had the wonderful experience of an out house, in the middle of winter -10 deg etc. when I was a kid, and nothing but newspaper for insulation. You betcha.... it's a real cold seat, that's for sure. To sit on it in those temps... well.... that something you just sorta have to experience in order to gain that skillset
I hope he didn't shoot him!That crow couldn't fly and his name was Mr Crow, and he'd steal lug nuts from the hubcaps my dad had placed them in while changing a tire.
Somewhere I've a picture of my dad holding a shotgun leveled at Mr Crow, and that bird is looking up expectedly like it's a feeding tube or something