Clyde always participates in his chuckwagon race. He doesn't get real serious, usually has a flashy pair of paints or palominos and just lopes them around the track. This year he decided to be more competitive so he went to Lexington to the racetrack and bought a whole pen full of geldings. I showed up for the fun when they brought them home. See, usually when there's a horse wreck, I'm on the bottom of it. I saw this as a good opportunity to be a spectator.
The minute the animals were unloaded Clyde and his brother Stumpy started catching them. The two they didn't have to rope got harnessed first. Clyde had them tied to his gentle snubbing tree, a 4 foot diameter Oak. The horses were still very hyper from the race feed and couldn't hardly stay in their own skin when the men strapped the jingling harnesses on em. They were bug-eyed and breathing fire. All 3 of us knew this was not a particularly good idea. When the tall geldings stopped kicking parts off the harnesses, they hooked them up to Clyde's wagon.
As soon as Clyde's ass hit the wagon seat, he seen he was out of control!!! The big wagon flew across the bumpy 75 acre pasture with great speed. The wagon was hitting the ground every 70 feet and every time it landed, the crazy horses found another gear. Within seconds the runaway team had circled the big pasture and was heading towards us. Clyde did some quick thinkin' and aimed them at the big snubbing tree. I had a front row seat to the dramatic crash. Right before the moment of impact, he jumped out!! There was an eerie cracking sound as the wagon exploded into the air. Parts flew in all directions. The horses disappeared in the cloud of dust. Clyde suffered from moderate windburn and minor road rash. They found part of the wagon and some of the harness. It was 6 weeks before they found those **** horses. They were 11 miles away, grazing on the side of the road still wearing pieces of the harness.