In my case it was a manure pile, 2 work horses against 1 bear, whose tracks scared me the day before, went flying through the air into the canyon. We all decided it was better if we didn't go check to see if he was okay. My first steering wheel was the brass horns on the harness said work-horse, they were as tall as I was. Sliding down the far side of the grainy was how I got on his back without a lift. Horses, 'stay here' even better than dogs, just saying the bush is full of things to do.
That fukkin horse made me the man I am today. Years later I actually got to dig her grave with a backhoe. I cried and cried, it was terrible