I may just go and get drunk and rowdy just for the halibut!
Nice Squish! I used to foxhunt with the local club when I was younger. I'd come home from school every day and go take care of the neighbors horses, which meant he'd let me use his tack and his wife's (who had passed) horse. I used to ride the shoes off that old girl, a beauty of a little american quarter horse named Snickers.
Good times.
Get some new tires on that thing.