Thanks for your help!
To the Editor:
On the afternoon of Sept. 26, I had one of the biggest scares of my life.
We live approximately a mile at the end of a dead end road off Rt. 17. My horse, who I had just taken camping for four days with my girlfriend and her horse, was unpacking at the barn.
He was grazing at my lawn as he does and let out a very loud whinny and before I could get to him, he was gone.
Running after him was not an option. I knew I had to get in my vehicle and go after him, going slow, thinking he was going to come out of a driveway or side road.
My worst fear was when I saw him at the top of the last hill and now he was headed to Rt. 17, knowing almost every other vehicle is a pulp truck. He then runs directly across the highway!
Now I am praying, park my car and trying to direct traffic and get to my horse who has stopped for the moment on the other side of the road. I really don't know how long we had traffic stopped as it seemed like an eternity to me but after getting his lead line on him I tried to thank those as I walked by to get out of their way.
This is a huge thanks for those who stopped, and to the gentlemen in the black truck that came up and blocked the road, I can't thank you enough. John Milledge, thank you for getting us up over the first hill with your four wheeler, and Dave and Wendy, I'm glad we have great neighbors.
By the way, this was all over gelding trying to find the mare he was with for four days. If he had taken a right and gone a quarter of a mile, he would have found her!