A lady that lives a few miles south of us had her horse shot dead as it grazed. She had even dyed it's tail and mane orange.
Funny you should mention a horse . . .
Some years back, I was looking for a place to hunt with my Uncle Bob, and I decided to stop by a ranch and ask for permission.
Uncle Bob told me the folks around here wouldn't allow strangers to hunt on their land - no way, no how.
But I figured, what the heck, it doesn't hurt to ask.
So I left Bob out in the pickup, walked up to the ranch house and rang the bell. I introduced myself to the old-timer who answered the door, and asked for permission to hunt.
He gave me kind of a funny look, and the silence dragged on . . . and on.
Finally, he spoke.
"Son" he said, "I normally don't let fellers hunt on my land, but since you stopped to ask, I'll let you hunt all season . . . if you do me one favor."
"Uh . . . OK, what can I do for you?"
"See that old horse out in the field? He's blind and lame, and needs to be put down . . . but I don't have the heart to do it myself, and the vet can't come out until next week. If you can shoot him right between the eyes so he doesn't suffer, I'd be much obliged."
I'm no horse killer, but I figured, what the heck, so I agreed.
As I went back to the truck, Uncle Bob was laughing, and said "Guy turned you away, right?"
I figured I'd have some fun, so I cussed a bit about the old coot and dug out my rifle.
Bob said "Hey, you can't kill a man for not letting you hunt his land!!"
So I said "No, but I for d@$# sure can kill his horse!" So I laid my rifle across the hood and nailed Ol' Dobbin right between the eyes.
I was congratulating myself on my joke and my marksmanship, when I heard two more shots behind me.
There's Uncle Bob with a smoking rifle . . . "And I got two of his cows! Lets get out of here!"
