Well, there is a fun “club” of sorts… kinda like how I was sorted into Hufflepuff long ago.
But no membership fees! Just a semi-official garment and a proclivity for popcorn paired with a tasty beverage of your choice.
Because… horses.
The byline/story of my life… …and my explanation for one of my scars - where a stallion trapped upside down in a fence bit my leg in his rage and panic as we were trying to free him. In the ER that night they kept asking… what did you say bit you? Not a pit bull, ma’am.
@DreadPirateRoberts - do you occasionally still enjoy being a farm boy? Because from what I am reading you could be my farm boy any day. Just sayin’…