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!"
Super Troopers
Posted 07-18-2014 at 04:45 PM by hunterseat
I was driving along the interstate. Traffic was crawling, six lanes wide, bumper to bumper. It’s often like that so I wasn’t giving it much thought. Up ahead blue lights flashed on the left side of the road. Sometimes rubber-neckers slow things down when they pass a fellow motorist who’s been pulled over. We’re always happy it’s not us, aren’t we? So it was slow, yes. As I pulled closer the State Trooper got out of his car and walked into traffic, his hand out in the universal cop sign for STOP. And we stopped. All six lanes of us. He was like a magician performing a magic act, striding across the stage and showing us all the card in his hand. There was no card. But we looked anyway. When he walked in front of the far right hand car, a shiny white sedan that was inching forward, he pointed his finger gun at the driver and mouthed the words “DON’T MOVE”. Not sure how I heard that loud and clear but neither I nor any of my fellow motorists dared to move after that.
He turned around and walked purposefully back to his car and never looked back. Wow. That was like something the Fonz would do! I’m pretty sure my mouth hung open. I bet if I looked at the other front-of-the-line motorists their mouths would be hanging open, too. But we were transfixed. I kept glancing at the shiny white sedan but nope. That car never moved either.
We watched as the State Trooper got in his car. There were two cars parked in front of him. The three cars began to move, the two unfortunates and the Trooper. They crept across the six lanes of interstate and over to the right hand side of the road. A bit anti-climactic but I was still impressed.
The uniformed arm of the Trooper appeared from his car window and waved us on. Time resumed and our day turned back to normal.
I distinctly remembered a similar time years earlier.
Again on my way to work, this time traffic flew down the road at breakneck speed. I was passing a line of cars when another car flew up behind me. Trying to be courteous, I floored it. As we continued flying, a State Trooper showed up behind us both, lights flashing. DANG! I found a place in line and quickly left my tailgater out there being pursued and he passed right by me. *exhale* I was elated!! Probably even laughed out loud. The other car moved over and he passed HER TOO!! It was her lucky day! I guess he had somewhere better to be. And we discovered just where that was when we came upon him standing in the middle of the road, blue lights still flashing. He slung a pointed finger at her and then slung it towards the side of the road. The line eased by him until it got to me. He slung a pointed finger at me and slung it to the side of the road. Again, I’m simply in awe of the sheer power of the hand of a State Trooper. I couldn’t help it, when he got to my window I fairly gushed “that was awesome”. He said nothing and wrote me a ticket. Of course I deserved it and didn’t argue.
Okay, one more. State Trooper pulled me over and my young son wasn’t in a carseat but was strapped in, reclining as his booster seat was uncomfortable if the seat was reclined. He was sleepy. The State Trooper spoke slowly “The law says a child under forty pounds….” My son was huge WAY over 40 pounds! He continued “…OR under FOUR YEARS OLD.” He spoke those three words individually and held his hand, thumb tucked to his palm, directly in front of my face. Um… one, two, three, four… four fingers were inches from my nose. FOUR YEARS OLD. I’ll never forget that one.
The super power of the State Trooper. They were from Georgia, Mississippi, and Tennessee.
He turned around and walked purposefully back to his car and never looked back. Wow. That was like something the Fonz would do! I’m pretty sure my mouth hung open. I bet if I looked at the other front-of-the-line motorists their mouths would be hanging open, too. But we were transfixed. I kept glancing at the shiny white sedan but nope. That car never moved either.
We watched as the State Trooper got in his car. There were two cars parked in front of him. The three cars began to move, the two unfortunates and the Trooper. They crept across the six lanes of interstate and over to the right hand side of the road. A bit anti-climactic but I was still impressed.
The uniformed arm of the Trooper appeared from his car window and waved us on. Time resumed and our day turned back to normal.
I distinctly remembered a similar time years earlier.
Again on my way to work, this time traffic flew down the road at breakneck speed. I was passing a line of cars when another car flew up behind me. Trying to be courteous, I floored it. As we continued flying, a State Trooper showed up behind us both, lights flashing. DANG! I found a place in line and quickly left my tailgater out there being pursued and he passed right by me. *exhale* I was elated!! Probably even laughed out loud. The other car moved over and he passed HER TOO!! It was her lucky day! I guess he had somewhere better to be. And we discovered just where that was when we came upon him standing in the middle of the road, blue lights still flashing. He slung a pointed finger at her and then slung it towards the side of the road. The line eased by him until it got to me. He slung a pointed finger at me and slung it to the side of the road. Again, I’m simply in awe of the sheer power of the hand of a State Trooper. I couldn’t help it, when he got to my window I fairly gushed “that was awesome”. He said nothing and wrote me a ticket. Of course I deserved it and didn’t argue.
Okay, one more. State Trooper pulled me over and my young son wasn’t in a carseat but was strapped in, reclining as his booster seat was uncomfortable if the seat was reclined. He was sleepy. The State Trooper spoke slowly “The law says a child under forty pounds….” My son was huge WAY over 40 pounds! He continued “…OR under FOUR YEARS OLD.” He spoke those three words individually and held his hand, thumb tucked to his palm, directly in front of my face. Um… one, two, three, four… four fingers were inches from my nose. FOUR YEARS OLD. I’ll never forget that one.
The super power of the State Trooper. They were from Georgia, Mississippi, and Tennessee.
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