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Jousting at the Wildlife Prairie Park Olde English Faire

I went to the Wildlife Prairie Park Olde English Faire today – loads of fun! There were plays, falconry, shops, and activities, but my favorite attraction by far was the Jousting. This wasn’t staged-to-look-real jousting – this was the real deal, done by the guys that starred in Full Metal Jousting on the History channel.

Each contestant would get 1 point for hitting their opponent, 5 points for breaking their own lance (which, by the way, is 1.25 inches thick – it takes 1800 pounds of pressure to break a lance), and 10 points for dismounting their opponent.

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Carved Horse

I started with a block of wood before breakfast, and finished with this completed horse head after supper.

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Old Pics of Spirit

I finally got around to developing a roll of film I started a couple months ago. These are some old pics of Spirit from during early spring.

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Pics of Spirit

Here are a couple pics of Spirit I took this morning.

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Wild Horses – A Survival Story Part 7

Read part six.

9 weeks later

The stallion in front of me snorted, then darted to the left. I was on my toes, watching his every move and trying to move with him. As the stallion lept up on it’s hind legs, I darted for his neck and wrapped my arms around it.

“NO!”

I was startled by the indian’s urgency. I let go, and fell back – the stallion stormed to the other end of the arena. Standing up, I walked over to the indian that had shouted – Tasunke, the horse trainer. He wore a look of complete shock.

“What were you thinking? There were two major problems with that move… one is that you could have been killed. Remember that horses are around 6 times your size, and their hooves are rather hard. Second: you are a predator, and horses are prey. They naturally have a fear of humans – if you are going to gain their trust, you must show them that you don’t intend to kill and eat them.”

He let me think about that for a minute, then encouraged me to go back into the arena. As I walked towards the stallion, he snorted, wide eyed, and tried to get as far away from me as he could. I looked back at Tasunke.

“You must have Patience.”

Wild Horses – A Survival Story Part 4

Read part three.

After several hours of unsuccessfully searching for food, I was beginning to give up hope of being able to come out of this wilderness alive. It seemed that my only hope would be for someone to find me – but in a wasteland like this, chances of that happening were slim to none.

I pulled the nearly empty water bottle out of my backpack and unscrewed the top. Looking down through the opening at the water sloshing around in the bottom I was faced with a choice – I could either drink it all now and be really thirsty on the way back to camp, or wait to drink it later and be really thirsty now. Before I could come to a decision, I was startled by a stream of warm air being blowing down my neck. I turned around slowly and came face-to-face with what seemed to be the stallion of the herd I ran into the day before – and he wasn’t looking any more friendly today than he had yesterday.

Thinking quickly, I decided that I should try making friends the horse rather than run away. Slowly I brought my hand up to pet the horse’s nose, but before I could get very close the horse snorted and lunged at my shoulder. I darted back, just missing what could have been a very painful nip. I had dodged one danger, but fell right into another – I bumped into a mother horse. She screamed and kicked.

Everything went black.

Spirit

For around 5 years, the “grass menagerie” (as Dad puts it – referring to the animals in our pasture) consisted of Oakey and the three goats. Last fall we added a sheep, and during the early part of winter we got a cow. Well, the herd has been added to yet again – Sprit, a miniature pony!