Originally published in Horse Directory, March 2013
By Tom Gumbrecht
|DannyBoy plowing snow..|
By 7:00 p.m. I did preliminary passes with the snow blower on the house driveway until a shear pin broke on the machine. Pelted by sleet and windblown snow, I opted to put it away and fire up the forty year old Kubota 4WD tractor parked under the canopy and warmed with an electric block heater. It had never let me down, and tonight was no exception. There was about 4” of wet slushy stuff down already, and now it was being frosted by fluffy white stuff. I put the tractor away feeling satisfied that I had gotten a head start on the job I would be doing tomorrow.
|I guess I know how I'm spending my weekend..|
Mary was still at her job as an RN at a hospital in Nassau County, and at 11:00 p.m. the snow was already a foot deep and our street had not yet seen a plow; I let her know that I didn’t think it was safe to travel. She agreed and set up a cot in her office, sleeping as best she could in the midst of hospital activity. When I awoke on Saturday morning, I was a bit shocked to see the snow almost to the top of the three foot fence outside my window. I dressed and let the dogs out and they promptly disappeared into the drifts into the back yard, bounding along like rocks skipping on an undulating ocean of white. In their enthusiasm, they didn’t even want to come back in to eat breakfast. Bundling up, I grabbed a shovel and made my way to the barn, a 30 minute ordeal to go 200 feet. While on my trek, I wondered whether anyone who cares for horses on a regular basis truthfully likes snow. I’m not sure I have ever met that person.
|The tractor "shed" falls to Nemo..|
|Thankful for my 1970 Kubota.4WD tractor.|
I think now that I was fortunate to have had the opportunity to spend a harsh winter in rough board with a leased horse prior to having my own barn. It gave me the confidence to branch off the road of the rider and enter the road that leads to horsemanship. While I may not have reached my destination I’m still travelling that road, and I seem to never tire of the scenery.
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