“Damn, this girl has cojones!”
I have to preface this story with the fact that my neighbor, a cattle farmer, is amazing! He is one of those guys who has every tool and toy imaginable and is willing to help you out whenever you need help (he, in fact, helped us put in an entire fence line of posts because he has a post hole digger attachment for his tractor which makes short work of a big job), so when he admitted that he watches me ride through his binoculars, I just laughed! So, I went down to his barn the other day to see what was going on (there were a bunch of worker bees hanging around) and he begins telling the guys hanging around about me and what he saw through his binoculars the other day. Now, you have to imagine this in a strong southeastern Kentucky accent… “So, I see her get bucked off this little mustang… and she gets back on. I think she’s nuts. Then I see her get bucked off again and she gets BACK ON AGAIN! This happens several times, and each time the buck gets worse and the landing gets harder…. So all I have to say is, damn, this girl has cojones!”