Having just completed our half of "Naked Mail", hoping all the while that our combined math skills could stand up to the bureaucracy that is the USPS, Emelia and I decided that the day was still young, and that we needed to tackle more tasks. Our first thought was to go to our local labrynthine mall (which now has a car dealership and will soon have a hotel attached), but our transplanted Canadian friend who has wanted to go wasn't answering her phone, so instead, we decided it was time to go fishing -- for horses.

Arriving at Emelia's grandma's ranch, I immediately noticed the dog hurtling at us leading a wave of slobber, and was shortly thereafter captivated by the chickens and the komodo dragon (unpictured). While we socialized a bit, we plotted how best to fish for horses, and decided that trolling was our best bet, and asked Em's gram for a carrot. When she asked why, we replied 'Fishing for horses.', which she took with an admirable amount of aplumb. We got the carrot, hit the tack room for a bit of horsing line (twine), tied up the carrot and dove into the horse's domain.

Bow, the bloke pictured, came over with all due speed to investigate the smell of carrot, and to see who the intruders in his pen were. After toying with him a bit, Emelia let him nom the bait, which took all of 2 seconds, and he immediately turned to me (holding the other half of his carrot) looking expectantly. I did not comply with his unspoken demand for carroty goodness, and was rushed at; my response was to duck sideward and yell "I've got a better turning radius than you!", his response was to disabuse me of this notion and try to eat my carrot-laden hand anyway.

Dropping the vege in what I felt was a healthy amount of terror, I backed up and let him do his nommy thing.

We later tried fishing for chickens, but it seems that they aren't clever enough to get the concept of being fished for, and thus were only fed.