hunterseat df: Hunter Seat Equitation is a division that is judged on the ability and the style of the rider. The riders can be judged both over fences and on the flat.
Although true, hunters DO eat, at least the skilled ones do, my name derives from the world of horses.
And because the word hunter is in my name, people automatically think I'm a guy. Not even close.
Whenever I meet someone named Hunter I have to bite my tongue to keep from saying "That's my name, too!"
Although true, hunters DO eat, at least the skilled ones do, my name derives from the world of horses.
And because the word hunter is in my name, people automatically think I'm a guy. Not even close.
Whenever I meet someone named Hunter I have to bite my tongue to keep from saying "That's my name, too!"
Did I mention my cat is from Hawaii?
Posted 05-07-2014 at 05:11 AM by hunterseat
He was a rescue. I wasn't interested in getting a cat. I had visions of doing all the care-taking and having to lug him back to the mainland, both of which came true. Turns out he's a pretty good piece of carry-on but I digress.
He's a hunter. I guess all cats are. HIs prey in Hawaii was the gecko. Here it's spiders. Being a house-cat he finds adventure where he can. Last night he patiently waited with his nose to the crack under the stove. Later he was peering under the refrigerator. I noticed his paw batting between the fridge and the dishwasher. Suddenly the biggest spider I've ever seen this side of California (they got tarantulas there!) reared its ugly head.
<--seriously, this was me. Leland must have really aggravated it and its pride was about to get the best of it because I gasped and grabbed my flip flop (rubber slipper in Hawaii) By the time I reach it I'm yelling "no! Leave it! Leave it!" and fighting dog noses for a clear shot. BAM. Sorry spider. You were in Leland's territory. Sorry Leland, I took away the your thrill of the kill. I wasn't sure if it was going to bite but I've seen other spiders dead on the floor. Just not this big!
He's a hunter. I guess all cats are. HIs prey in Hawaii was the gecko. Here it's spiders. Being a house-cat he finds adventure where he can. Last night he patiently waited with his nose to the crack under the stove. Later he was peering under the refrigerator. I noticed his paw batting between the fridge and the dishwasher. Suddenly the biggest spider I've ever seen this side of California (they got tarantulas there!) reared its ugly head.
<--seriously, this was me. Leland must have really aggravated it and its pride was about to get the best of it because I gasped and grabbed my flip flop (rubber slipper in Hawaii) By the time I reach it I'm yelling "no! Leave it! Leave it!" and fighting dog noses for a clear shot. BAM. Sorry spider. You were in Leland's territory. Sorry Leland, I took away the your thrill of the kill. I wasn't sure if it was going to bite but I've seen other spiders dead on the floor. Just not this big!Total Comments 0
