I had just finished graduate school and, as a gift to myself, I arranged to meet with friends in Colorado for my first western elk hunt. I flew from Detroit (elevation 646 feet) to Denver (elevation 5,373 feet) in a little under three hours. I then made the three-hour...
This horse seems to take every opportunity to relieve itself of an annoying rider (you) by sliding under low-hanging limbs, trying to impale you on broken branches or scraping you off against trees, rocks or other horses. I once made the mistake of wearing an...
The back biter is orneriness incarnate. Given half an opportunity, this horse will gladly latch onto an arm or leg and stare impassively at you as you try to wrest your limb from its teeth. My first piece of advice regarding this animal is that horses never smile. If...
