Well I'm back in action on here...I've been enjoying not even knowing what day it is lately but I figure there's a few people getting antsy for me to make another post :)
After we got home from Cheyenne we enjoyed a few days just relaxing at home, but Hunter was off again to Kansas for the whole week. He did really well throughtout the week and got a little boost in the standings. Houston and I drove down to the Spicer Gripp roping to watch Hunter on Saturday. We were planning on staying the night and watching Hunter in the short-go but he didn't fare so well on 2 of his 3 calves. Hunter rode home with us and got to stay home for a day and then was off to Sikeston, Mo, Lovington, NM, Coffeeville, KS and then back to Lawton. He won some money at all three except for Lovington and had another good week. Originally the plan was for Deacon to haul the rig and horse back up to Caldwell, Idaho as I was going to stay home and help Coach Base coach the high school softball team. I was really excited to get back into the game. The job required me to get my bus driving license so I went down to the Highway patrol office in Lawton to pick up a study guide. When it was my turn I was helped by a little old man. I told him what I was there for and he looked at me funny and said "sweetie you don't look very old, are you sure you wan't to take all those lives into your hands?" I replied "yes sir, I suppose." He then said "well do you know how big a bus is, they are fairly large." I said "yes sir, I've drove a decent size rig before." He said "well....I don't think driving a pick-up truck is quite the same." I kind of laughed and told him my rig was "fairly" bigger than just a pick-up truck, but thank you for the concern. Guess he didn't see me as the driving-all-over-the-country-pulling-a-32 foot-trailer type of girl. Anyway come to find out the softball job required another class that I didn't really want to take so I ended up not having to learn how to drive such a huge vehicle after all. After I decided that I was back on to take the horse and rig to Caldwell instead of Deacon. Houston, my Grammy and I loaded up and headed west. The first day we got a late start, after I drove all over the state trying to find someone that had front tires for a dodge truck. I guess they're quite hard to come by. We were making pretty good time, considering we stopped about 8 times. The plan was to try and make it at least halfway across Wyoming but about 1 a.m. I couldn't make it any further. I was plum worn out. I decided Cheyenne would be a good place to stop for the night. We could stay right there at the arena. We pulled in and I told gram she could go ahead and get in bed while I put the horse up and got him watered. I got Spiderman put in a stall and was getting some buckets and stuff out and could hear him making quite a bit of noise. I stood back and watched him for a minute or two and almost instantly panicked. He kept trying to lay down and so I knew he was trying to colic on me. I'm still a little traumatized after almost losing Cajun last year at Omaha due to Colic. I immediantly got him out and started walking him around and tried 180 times to get ahold of Hunter. I just knew he had fallen asleep and I was ready to kill him if the horse didn't die first. Of course the whole park was completely empty so I was pretty alone. I went down my contact list and tried every cowboy I knew that was in the same place as Hunter. No One answered!! Finally Hunter called me back and was wondering why I felt the need to call him so many times when I knew he was roping. They were in the middle of slack at Caldwell and I didn't know or care that he was roping when I was in such a mess. I told him the problem and he was all calm like I'd been in the position a million times and was a colic pro. He told me I needed to get a shot ready, which I already knew I needed to do but was dreading it. On top of the shot I had to hit him in the vein in his neck so the meds would work faster. **Note..I've asked Hunter a million times to teach me how to give a shot in the vein so just in case I was ever in the situation alone and this happened I would be prepared. And what does he always tell me..."oh you'll never be in that situation so don't worry about it." RIGHT!! I sat the phone down because Hunter was making me nervous and then proceeded to stick our horse about 5 times and miss the vein everytime. Well I may have knicked it once because he was bleeding all over the place. Now I'm just frazzled. I get Hunter back on the line and tell him I can't find it. So he tells me to just shoot the medicine in his neck. This scares me even more than the vein because there are some meds that will eat the muscle so you cannot miss. Hunter assured me this medicine wouldn't eat his muscle out just to shoot it in. So I did it...I just shot the medicine into his poor neck that already has 5 puncture wounds. It bubbled up where the medicine was and just sat there. Great the medicine was now just hanging out right under the skin. While all this is happening some people overhear Hunter talking to me and know some friends in Cheyenne that might be able to help me. They get them on the phone and get a vet called. After about 45 minutes the vet finally arrives and checks him out. He was definitly trying to colic but wasn't that bad yet. The vet gave him a better shot that actually made it to his vein. After the vet told me he thought I caught him early and that he thought everything was going to be okay I put Spider back in his stall and got in bed about 4 am. Later that morning a man knocks on the door about 7:15, oblivious to all that just took place and demanded I give him 15 dollars for the stall. He said I didn't have permission to be in the park and I should have asked when I arrived. I really felt like giving this man the full wrath but decided I'd be better off to just chunk the cash at him. After the rude awakening I figured I might as well get up and head out or I'd want to sleep all day. I was so exhausted but kept trucking because I was definitly not giving anymore shots the rest of the day. I'm pretty sure the GPS lied to me somewhere along the line, because before we left it said it was only 1400 miles, but as it turned out it was actually 1650 miles. 14 hours later we finally made it to Caldwell. I turned the reins over to Hunter and was ready to hit the sack. What a rough day, but we made it. And it maybe wasn't as bad as I made it out to be, but close!!
We hung out with Gram the next day but then it was time for her to fly back home. I was sure thankful she came with me, and I guess I really broke her in on her first time on the road haha. Since then we've been all over the northwest. We've been to waterparks, drove by the ocean, almost lost a wheel and transmission coming down the mountain and are now just camped out. Im hoping our luck turns around this week. Hunter is in Oklahoma trying to wrap the circut rodeos up and then fly back out here Saturday!! It's crunch time!!!
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