
You might think that shoeing horses isn't anything special. If you believe that, you need to get to know Dangerous' farrier Shane. As Dangerous tells it, he would pay Shane to show up even if he didn't need his services. Around our place, shoeing horses is more than getting ready to ride. It is a big social event! If we are in Grover, everyone gathers to join in the fun. If we are at home, up North, the group is smaller, but the behavior isn't anymore restrained.
Shane not only shoes the horses, but entertains us with wild stories, political observations, and religious commentary all punctuated with profanity. Utah Jack sometimes calls him "Shane-the-Profane" because he has developed swearing into an art form. Occasionally, Dangerous worries that his neighbors might have us arrested, but so far we have escaped the civil and religious authorities. Dangerous keeps Dottie and Little Guy in back of the house, and their pasture borders on some pretty fancy houses. Dangerous is always looking around, checking to see if some sensitive, religious neighbor heard Shane's latest comment which is usually punctuated with a bit of strong language. I suspect that nailing four shoes on an 1,100 pound, uncooperative client calls for a little profanity.
As you can tell from the picture, I actively participate in these gatherings. I prowl around just out of Shane's reach, and the striking distance of the horses. I am not looking to stir up trouble, but I am watching for an opportunity to grab some horse hoof before Saddie or Blue can get it. If I am good, Shane will throw me the hoof trimmings which are like dog candy. You don't know what you are missing. Nothing beats the musty odor and chewy texture of horse hoof.

These regular horse shoeing events seem to bring out the worst among all the High Plateau riders. I think you recognize the three aging riders in the picture above. Do you have any idea what they are doing? Spring and that first horse shoeing seems to bring out the mischief even in these old men.

2 comments:
Rosie,
I'm sorry I didn't get the chance to meet Shane on my trip out last summer. We stopped by his place, but missed him going and coming. He sounds like he would provide the fodder for some rather interesting front porch conversations.
My compliments as well to the three "well shod" gentlemen out by Fremont Bob's place. They're obviously ready to hit the trails to the high country. You don't often see such sartorial splendor all on one place.
Finally, tell Dangerous I think you may be right. Unless Shane is of an unusually forgiving disposition, he can probably kiss that tree goodbye this time.
--Max
Not so fast Dangerous. Spring AIN'T here. It's freeze your butt off cold out and the wind is blowing at about 35 mph. So, just cool your jets for another 60 days. Best from the Fremont
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