Leslie(nova scotia)
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From the land of the Bluenose...the "Sheriff " told me to ride out of town and git back by sunset or I would be swinging at the end of a rope. Well this tenderfoot has never been on the back of a horse but I did stay at a Holiday Inn.
Mounted Goquickski who has at least 200 quarter horses under her hood. She bucks now and again but if you treat her right and pat her now and agin she mozzies on down the trail at a good canter. Mind you the old nag has seen greener pastures but still is good for the roundup.<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6cf08b3127cce8ff3d5e16d7800000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center>
Pulled in the reins and headed towards Indian Point down the Old Bedford trail which was full of settlers and their wagons headed towards the big general store in town for supplies and do a little gambling at the saloons.
I arrived at Indian Point or Bedford Institute of Oceanagraphy (B.I.O.) on the water. This lone rider just calls it Big Indian Operation on water.<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6cf08b3127cce8ff3d5fcec5500000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center>
Tethering Goquickski to the two hour timed hitching post I got ready . On one side my hogleg, a Garrett Freedom 3 Plus was fully loaded and ready for action while on the other hip my trusty grass scalper was just a itching to be put in use.
Looking over my shoulder I saw the ominous sign of the bridge . Rumour has it that the first bridge across the harbour, the Macdonald Bridge was cursed as a medicine man but a spell on it as a British soldier broke the heart of a Micmac Princess. This bridge collapsed and the next one caught on fire. Mayor Edmond Morris actually hired a medicine man to remove the spell when a second bridge the A. Murray McKay was built!<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6cf08b3127cce8ff3d5fd6d6400000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center>
This part of the range was too wiley for this ole trailblazer so I headed on down to greener pastures and a place where I could water Goquickski.Here many a lonely cowpoke has thrown in a coin and made a wish for the mother lode.<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6cf08b3127cce8ff3d5d6ec7f00000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center> High noon and I was getting thirsty and my blade had taken but 35 grass scalps under which a few coppers were found. I was thirsty and in my pockets was two bits. Not enough for a shot of whiskey but good enough for a coffee at Tim's Trading Post. I rode on over and dusted myself off. Black. Straight up.
Left the trading post and had the inkling that I was being followed. Caught a slight movement in the trees and there it was ..a darn vermit waiting for the meat on my bones to peel off as I searched for the silver stallion.<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6cf08b3127cce8ff3d5e56d7c00000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center> Had to look real hard and it was a smart one with the sun to it's back!
Resting Goquickski I took some shooting practise stirring up a hornets nest of coins. I scalped but they a keep coming. I slashed, parried and stabbed deep but still they came. Then when I though the natives were quiet.....................I hard her call and lassoed the ellusive Silver Stallion. Man did she put up a fight before she was saddled!<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6cf08b3127cce8ff3d5eeec4700000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center>
With my strength ailing I say a little bunny a coming my way. Not the sort of girl this cowpoke cottons too but this was the free range and no "Regulators" patrol this neck of the woods for rustlers!<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6cf08b3127cce8ff3d5eaec4300000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center> She is not welcomed at my ranch but hear she does her thing at the "Wacky Q" Ranch.
The sun was starting to dip below the horizon as this cowboy rode off into the sunset. It was a good trail drive with a silver stallion ring, 4 cletts , the key to the saloon and 71 coins @$2.93 rounded up.<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6cf08b3127cce8ff3d5ecec4500000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center>
Mounted Goquickski who has at least 200 quarter horses under her hood. She bucks now and again but if you treat her right and pat her now and agin she mozzies on down the trail at a good canter. Mind you the old nag has seen greener pastures but still is good for the roundup.<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6cf08b3127cce8ff3d5e16d7800000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center>
Pulled in the reins and headed towards Indian Point down the Old Bedford trail which was full of settlers and their wagons headed towards the big general store in town for supplies and do a little gambling at the saloons.
I arrived at Indian Point or Bedford Institute of Oceanagraphy (B.I.O.) on the water. This lone rider just calls it Big Indian Operation on water.<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6cf08b3127cce8ff3d5fcec5500000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center>
Tethering Goquickski to the two hour timed hitching post I got ready . On one side my hogleg, a Garrett Freedom 3 Plus was fully loaded and ready for action while on the other hip my trusty grass scalper was just a itching to be put in use.
Looking over my shoulder I saw the ominous sign of the bridge . Rumour has it that the first bridge across the harbour, the Macdonald Bridge was cursed as a medicine man but a spell on it as a British soldier broke the heart of a Micmac Princess. This bridge collapsed and the next one caught on fire. Mayor Edmond Morris actually hired a medicine man to remove the spell when a second bridge the A. Murray McKay was built!<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6cf08b3127cce8ff3d5fd6d6400000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center>
This part of the range was too wiley for this ole trailblazer so I headed on down to greener pastures and a place where I could water Goquickski.Here many a lonely cowpoke has thrown in a coin and made a wish for the mother lode.<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6cf08b3127cce8ff3d5d6ec7f00000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center> High noon and I was getting thirsty and my blade had taken but 35 grass scalps under which a few coppers were found. I was thirsty and in my pockets was two bits. Not enough for a shot of whiskey but good enough for a coffee at Tim's Trading Post. I rode on over and dusted myself off. Black. Straight up.
Left the trading post and had the inkling that I was being followed. Caught a slight movement in the trees and there it was ..a darn vermit waiting for the meat on my bones to peel off as I searched for the silver stallion.<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6cf08b3127cce8ff3d5e56d7c00000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center> Had to look real hard and it was a smart one with the sun to it's back!
Resting Goquickski I took some shooting practise stirring up a hornets nest of coins. I scalped but they a keep coming. I slashed, parried and stabbed deep but still they came. Then when I though the natives were quiet.....................I hard her call and lassoed the ellusive Silver Stallion. Man did she put up a fight before she was saddled!<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6cf08b3127cce8ff3d5eeec4700000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center>
With my strength ailing I say a little bunny a coming my way. Not the sort of girl this cowpoke cottons too but this was the free range and no "Regulators" patrol this neck of the woods for rustlers!<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6cf08b3127cce8ff3d5eaec4300000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center> She is not welcomed at my ranch but hear she does her thing at the "Wacky Q" Ranch.
The sun was starting to dip below the horizon as this cowboy rode off into the sunset. It was a good trail drive with a silver stallion ring, 4 cletts , the key to the saloon and 71 coins @$2.93 rounded up.<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6cf08b3127cce8ff3d5ecec4500000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center>