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I had done this trick before in the mud, without the whistling bullet, as a raw 14 year old horse breaker. I had the same numb leg and my horse Joe was stunned by the fall then, too. But after a bit he stood up, kinda three leggedly. Definitely shaky. His near foreleg numbed too. After he perked up I reached over, pulled myself up by the stirrup and worked my way to the saddle horn. Wow, was my leg asleep. Joe and I had matching numbness. Fortunately, feeling slowly returned with circulation. Joe and I were no more than bruised up and right near the barn. So, no long ride home.
This was just about two years before I started my adult specialty of rounding up these damn cow critters out of the wildest country imaginable. Even though the weather can be good, bad, or worse, the country can be easy or hard, and like as not, no two days are alike, most days it’s the best job in the world.
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