tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7336708980606836703.post235060138783641700..comments2023-10-02T02:49:15.129-05:00Comments on Trot on Hank: a good boy scouttxtriggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12165396761654165021noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7336708980606836703.post-2065114817103365672009-06-01T12:59:17.323-05:002009-06-01T12:59:17.323-05:00Yes, those women were very lucky he came upon them...Yes, those women were very lucky he came upon them! We had a similar situation in the Black Hills. Came across an older woman on foot. She started at one trail head & planned to meet friends in the middle. Probably an 8 to 10 miles trail. She had been walking for hours, out of water, no sign of her friends and we knew a storm was rolling in. We asked her if she had ever rode a horse before & she said not since she was a kid. So out best bet was to put her on my youngest son's kid broke, bomb proof horse and he got behind my husband. We kept one of our horses in front of her & one behind and told her to hang on to the horn. She chattered nervously all the way back to the trail head - probably 5 or so miles. The storm rolled in right as we hit camp with severe lightning and heavy rain. <br /><br />It ended up being quite an adventure for her. After the rain, she took pictures of all of us and her with the horse she rode. We took her back to the trail head to get her car. She sent a note to us after she got back that her friends decided not to meet her due to the impending storm. (nice friends, huh)<br /><br />Love your saddle bag list. I get rather lackadaisical about carrying stuff with me and this just goes to show that you never know when you might need it.Tammy Vasahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01531335275070860886noreply@blogger.com