Utah

Fox Trotting Horse Association

The Midnight Tack Rustler
 

 

The Great Western was a show so grand

An enterprising young man did plan

To participate and show his trusty steed

And win a shiny trophy indeed.

 

Off from work he flew in a hurry

Hauled his horse to the fairgrounds in a flurry

Only to find when he went to ride

None of his bridles were left inside.

 

What would he do he worried and pondered

As around the parking lot he did wander

When he thought of his brother with a smile

Who was always willing to go the extra mile.

 

Somewhere in the deep dark night

Sat his brothers trailer shiny and white

Full of tack just waiting to be borrowed

He would be sure to return it tomorrow.

 

So looking around he finally spotted

A trailer white with side panels slotted

The door to the trailer he did open

A working bridle to find he was hoping

 

Damn he thought as he opened the door

My brother has cleaned even his tack room floor

There lay before him saddles neatly stacked

And bridles galore hanging from the long rack

 

Now there in the parking lot light

He could see a bridle so shiny and bright

Damn he thought my brother did spring

Some hard earned cash for some serious bling

 

So practice he did with the bridle so bright

That came with romal reins so slender and light

And it wasn’t until the tack he returned

An error he’d made was about to be learned.

 

It was not to his brother’s trailer he had gone

The truck parked in front of the trailer belonged

To a Wyoming lady who wouldn’t have mind

But missing tack he didn’t want her to find.

 

There in the dark while they lay sleeping

Back to their tack room he went creeping

Dressed all in black he looked like a thief

He was hoping he could be quiet and brief.

 

No one was the wiser the next morning at dawn

But he was conscientious and had some qualms

At the midnight raid he had so auspiciously done

He had to tell of the deed and be ready to run.

 

So red faced and sheepishly he told of his deeds

To the nice lady who could only laugh indeed

At the midnight tack rustler so honest and blue

And thankful she was that he was so true.

 

(A true story at the Great Western and the names have been omitted to protect the innocent!)

 

 

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