A Weird But Magical Sport
For a large segment of the year, I live seven miles from nowhere, in a place where the word rural doesn’t even cut it. It’s so far back in the woods you need a map to find the map to the place.
But, every once and a while, one must venture out into the forest to see what civilization has to offer.
Though to be fair, in an area with more cows than people, you can’t exactly go looking for the metropolitan experience in say well… a city. The night life isn’t exactly thriving in unincorporated pastureland and national forests.
Around here, the pinnacle of entertainment are small town fairs, in which, at some point in the summer, every county, hamlet, town, and village with throw some type of pastoral festival. Generally, they will be staggered throughout the summer months, usually towards the end of July and running through August.
And it is here, that I had my first encounter with a unique sport that you won’t see on ESPN anytime soon.
I was introduced to horse pulling. Yes, you read that right.
I know what you’re thinking? Is it just a horse pulling things?
Well…pretty much.
You watched this?
Alas dear reader, I must inform you that I watched it for two hours.
