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October, 06 2007
Welcome back to the bark side of life here in Ottertail
where the barking these days is emanating from our garage. A
seven-week old litter of German Shepherd pups definitely
qualifies as an addition to the Rosswood choir. These
adorable puppies are the junior chorale. They are just
finding their voice and are practicing on each other as they
I've heard it more than once (the same goes for kittens,
too). If only they could stay this age. Since I'm the head
scooper, I don't quite agree with that sentiment.
This week, I have a tale about a horse, a man, a lake and an
ego equaling the size of all three. Kaie Buendiger of
Ottertail fame shared this terrific tale with me some time
ago. It's still as relevant today as it was then. Here's a
It was mid summer of 1999 and it was hot and humid and just
a perfect day to go horseback riding. Kaie has horses of
various ages and temperament and she invites friends to go
riding with her and sometimes these rides are long and
arduous. These trips require more than just a modicum of
experience in the saddle and for the average person it
becomes quite a challenge.
It seems a friend of hers came down from Alaska to visit and
upon his arrival, he professed to be an excellent horseman
and to give him the most spirited horse and he would show
everybody how great he was in the saddle.
I asked Kaie if the word “arrogant” described her visitor
from the Klondike and she smiled and said “quite
accurately.” Have you noticed that I haven't mentioned the
horse's name yet?
This lovely mare was named Her Gale Gypsy and was 16 years
old at the time and had quite a personality for a pure bred
quarter horse. She stills loves to go riding to this day and
probably will for some years to yet come. Kaie lived near
Underwood on Horseshoe Lake, residing on Pony Road. (I'm not
making up these names, trust me).
These equestrian adventures would start at Horseshoe Lake
and would arrive at Rush Lake 16 miles later. The horses and
rider would refresh themselves and then head back again. My
posterior gets sore just thinking about that much bouncing
in the saddle. I don't ride for that exact reason.
It seems our arrogant visitor was just bragging to beat the
band about how he had Gypsy under control and what a
superior horseman he was when they reached Rush Lake. Yadda,
yadda,yadda, yadda. Gypsy headed straight for the water and
drew up on her hind legs like “Trigger” and began splashing
water with her forelegs.
Mr. Braggadocio was hanging on for dear life when Gypsy
decided she was in deep enough water to roll over and truly
cool off. He went flying one way and Gypsy had herself a
good cooling off rinse, undulating back and forth from right
With dripping hat in hand he waded back to shore with his
brand new boots full of water. Sitting there, pouring water
out of the boots, his entire new wardrobe soaking wet, he
proclaimed he wasn't getting back on that !@#$%^
Kaie told me that she informed him it was either walk or get
back on the horse that brought him there. He finally got
back on Gypsy and I believe the ride back was quieter than
the one coming over. Horses are fantastic animals that are
in a class by themselves.
Sometimes life just seems to deliver social justice just
when it's needed the most. I wonder if the life lesson
taught here by Gypsy ever got through to our Alaskan
horseman. Careful what you wish for and be twice as careful
what you proclaim, it may come back to dunk you in the lake
of life. Thanks, Kaie for the great story.
I still smile when I read her tale. Humility can be found in
the most unexpected places and delivered by the most unusual
The “best critter tale” contest is winding down and if any
of you readers have procrastinated about sending in a story,
now is the time to submit it. E-mail me at
firstname.lastname@example.org or write a letter to me at Keith
Ross, Richville MN 56576. You can also phone me at
Credit : Keith Alan Ross writes from his New York Mills home.
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