re: #317 Feline Fearless Leader

This is John

When visiting my sister and brother-in-law in Colorado there was no trouble if we opted to walk out into the pastures. The horses weren’t going to hurt us, they’d come up to us since they were curious. It was just that the younger ones (1- and 2- year-olds) might be clumsy enough to step on us.

When I was hunting in Montana, one place where we had permission had us parking in the horses’ pasture. Two fences away there were some deer, so my friend had me load my muzzleloader at the truck and then try and sneak up on the deer. I was very intently getting everything together, loading the rifle when I felt a presence at my shoulder…