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>A good horse will keep you alive in the wild and get you home of you give him his head.
Truer words were never spoken. Long story, bot divorced, got my boy (and the bills) said fuck it, took my 13 yr. old out of school and off we went. 6 moths on the S. Island of New Zealand. Got ourselves on a small Maori Island mustering 20,000 sheep and lambs on horseback with dogs. Had to shoot a wild horse for food for the dogs.
Anyway, John was the owner/boat captains main man. After 2 weeks of mustering, separating out the lambs for marked, shearing and dipping the sheep, we started taking lambs to market. The boat pulled a barge (they called it a punt) and I was promoted to 1st mate. It all ended together, the Captain/owner and I arrived in the sheltered bay and to my surprise, he cracked out a bottle and we drank a lot of it.
After dinner and a party like only before daylight to dark riders could have the owner's brother invited us to his small hut. Off we went. It was dark with a deep fog. My son and 5 or so others walked off. John grabbed me and we found a horse, it had a bridle on, there was a rock nearby so we managed, as drunk as we were, to get on the horse (bareback) After like 5 minutes of walking the horse stopped, it wouldn't move. John was a hot tempered young man and started yelling at the horse and kicking it in the ribs. I grabbed John, he stopped yelling and kicking and I said: Give it his head. John did it, the horse took a 90 degree right turn and took us to the hut. The next morning we found that the horse stopped 10 feet short of a 30 foot cliff.