A street shooting approach to a farmer down this way might provoke a two-word invitation to depart, a flea-infested collie sinking its teeth into his ankle, a close-up view down a pair of slightly tapering, rusty steel barrels or even a permutation of these!
Originally Posted by michael markey
Like your daughter, my sister is very keen (putting it mildly!) on horses, and I'm frequently subjected to long diatribes about how Dobbin's martingale needs adjusting so that his fetlock doesn't develop a bad case of the glanders or something similar. I nod sagely and try to look as if I know what she's on about!