Horse Whisperer

Let’s start out by saying that Robert Redford is hot – even for an old man. I had watched the movie the night before for the first time and LOVED it. Of course wishing that I could have married him myself, but oh well, such is life.

But even if I couldn’t escape to the Big Sky country on a horse and be whisked away by the romance of it all, I was still inspired.

It was time to hook up the horses for the horse wagon ride. We had rented some Clysdales for the season, but they weren’t too willing to work that day. So Casey and Troy were taking turns at trying to catch them. Their tactic? Chase them, with a rope, and try to lasso them (which, may I point out, was obvious that they had never done before.) I watched stressed. It was my responsibility to make sure everything was up and running at the right time.

Suddenly I remembered an image from the movie. There he was (looking as hot as ever) sitting in the large field patiently waiting for the scared horse to come to him.

I went inside the barn and grabbed a halter. I walk back out and suddenly am disgusted with how stupid these boys look trying the same tactic over and over. And over. Proving, again, the density of the sex. I politely tell them to stop what they’re doing and give it a rest. I further instruct them to go put their ropes away and to stand next to the barn so that they will stop freaking the horses out. They mockingly obey me.

I walk out to the middle of the pasture and crouch down – just as I had seen Mr. Redford do. And I wait.

Luckily it didn’t take as long as it did in the movie – after about three minutes here comes one of the horses. He curiously meanders over to me and begins to sniff around. I reward him with a handful of oats, slip the halter on, stand up, walk towards the barn and with a flirty grin pass the boys.

Thanks for the tip Robert – lets keep this one our little secret.