Hello, thank you for joining me today for Give Him 15.

The title of our post today is,

Don't Get In Over Your Head.

I don't remember her name, but it doesn't matter because I just called her idiot.

She was a stubborn, she was stubborn, stupid, and strong. To this day, I can't forgive her.

Don't judge me too severely. She was a horse. We lived in Colorado at the time, and I don't have anyone

else to blame for this week-long test of self-control, which you can

already tell I passed with flying colors. I'm embarrassed to say that the delusional idea of renting

horses for that year's elk hunt was mine.

Yes, I said renting.

I paid $300 for my misguided, romantic decision to relive the Old West on our annual attempt to feed the family.

I'd probably just watched city slickers or some great

movie about taming the frontier. Anyway, back to Idiot. Do you have enough experience with horses

to do this? The man asked when dropping off the animals sure I replied confidently all

I need is for you to show me how to tie that fancy little knot with the straps that

hold the saddle on it's been a while he gave a big smile showed how, and was on his way.

What a friendly guy, I thought.

The next morning we had our early coffee, dressed in our warmest clothes.

It was very cold.

Took 30 minutes to do the fancy saddle strap knot, and we were off for the mountaintop.

Idiot was nice on the way up.

She hadn't yet acquired this meaningful name, by the way.

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