True story: I was just out checking the mares and foals in the south pasture. It's pitch dark out there and I couldn't see a thing. I was walking and all of a sudden my legs slam into something hard just below the knees. I had walked into one of the feed troughs. I said "FRICK THAT HURT" in kind of a mangled half whisper and then pitched forward and did a slow motion dive over it. I writhed around on the ground for awhile and then picked myself up and carried on with checking horses. That's gonna leave a mark. :nod:
Oh, the horses were fine.
:eek
Is the feeding trough okay?