Now this is an interesting story. It’s one that I will never forget. I was pretty young. My dad and I went trail riding together. Usually, it was a group of us going or at a minimum it would be me, my mom and my dad. But for some reason this day, it was just me and my dad. I was on my first pony, Prancer, and he was on his Tennessee Walker, Albion. He was quite a bit taller than my little pony but we kept up good.
I don’t remember seeing any other people that day. It was quiet and peaceful in the woods. It was nice being the only ones around. We came down a part of the trail that was a little narrow but plenty of room to get by. We were in a single line at this point with Prancer walking behind Albion. Ahead of us, to our surprise were two deer laying on either side of the trail. They were right on the edge of the path and directly across from each other. My dad and I slowly walked the horses towards them expecting them to jump up and take off when we got close. We would see deer all the time on trail rides, sometimes in close proximity. They were more comfortable around the horses so they wouldn’t run off until the vary last minute.
Not these deer though. They didn’t budge. They must have been pretty comfortable because they stayed right in there beds and watched us walk towards them. We were shocked and looking back and forth from each deer as we walked right up beside them and stopped. It was unbelievable! If they stood up, I could have touched them. Prancer noticed them but didn’t really care. Albion was in the lead so the deer were towards his back end. I don’t think he ever noticed them really. They did have good camouflage and they weren’t moving a muscle. We stood there for a few minutes just enjoying the encounter and not saying a word.
I’m not quite sure what the deer had initially planned but one of them started to stand up. I don’t know if she was going to leave or walk up to us to give us a sniff but there wasn’t any time to figure that out. As soon as the doe moved, Albion realized there was a creature there! It literally scared the sh!t out of him….no, im serious! It…. literally …. scared the crap out of him. Please excuse my vulgarity but he blasted a poo out of his rear so fast it shot Prancer right in the chest! It splattered all over him in the blink of any eye! The intensity of the blast then spooked Prancer because he had no idea what just hit him. So Albion bolted in one direction from fear of the deer, Prancer turned around and started booking it in the opposite direction in fear of the blast and the deer were just as shocked as we were and they took off in opposite directions as well! Everyone chose a different path and ran like hell! My dad and I didn’t even have time to know this had all happened. Luckily, neither one of us fell off but Prancer certainly caught my surprise when he whipped around in a split second and bolted. We got our horses back under control and met back up with each other. That’s when my dad saw the evidence all over Prancer’s chest and we realized what had happened.
I was not thrilled about having to clean poo off of my horse when we got back to the house. Now that I think about it, I should have said to my dad, “You should clean it, your horse did it!” 😆
It was quite an experience that I will never forget. It was something that at first seemed so poetic….and then it turned into a comedic tragedy. 🤣
I wasn’t exactly sure how to put this in a sketch so I tried to give you a birds eye view of how close we all were and what the setting was like. It’s interesting to try and put a whole story into a quick, little sketch. I hope you enjoyed this one. It’s one of my favorites! It’s been a while since I have told this story.
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Stay vigilant, free spirits!