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Post by the_antposse on Feb 26, 2012 16:25:36 GMT
Hey y'all! I'm the antposse's grandson, he left this open so I'm going to tell you about his great cavelry charge this morning because I don't think he would. I-T W-A-S H-I-L-A-R-I-O-U-S! When my mom and I pulled up to the barn we saw gramps tearing down the west side of the barnyard at top speed with a sword in his hand and he tried to cut this milk jug with it. You should have seen it, he leaned out to swing at it and missed and hit dubya, his horse upside the head on his way to the ground and it was ass-over-teakettle and a cloud of dust. Neither of them are hurt due to the sword though but gramps is skinned up pretty good and my mom smacks him on a hurt place everytime he yells when she puts iodine on his cuts. Momma is trying to make some sense out of it, she's asked him why the hell(and my mom don't cuss) a 70 year old man would do something that stupid and grandma why she lets him do these things anymore at his age, she's really mad, I think it scared her. My grandma just seems to have taken it in stride I guess shes used to his ways by this time. His only answer is "well it seemed like a fun thing to do at the time". To hear him tell it, its all dubya's fault. Dubya is an American quarter horse trained as a cutting horse and this isn't the first time he's left gramps out there in mid air with nothing to hold onto, nosir! he's run out from under that old man a few times before this. Gramps thinks it might have been a flash, the sudden reflection of the sun off the sword blade, yeah right! Its cloudy this morning. I know that horse, he's like my grandpa, has a one track mind, go for broke and the devil with everything else. Anyway, when he gets around to it I'm sure that now I've spilled the beans to his fellow members, he will no doubt put his on spin on his version of the story, just keep in mind that old man doing a complete flip and hitting the ground butt first at about 17 miles an hour, it would have brought tears of laughter on America's funniest video's. I would have given anything to have had a videocamera at that moment. Don't get me wrong, I love that old man, we all do, he's a very colorful old gent and as he once put it,"I've been all over the world, done all kinds of things, and paid for it one way or another", and he does have a lot of scars, I can see why. I just can't can't quit laughing, every time I look at him I just loose it. PS. If I've broken any rules writing in here forgive me, I just couldn't resist it. PSS. He's not injured much but I'm not sure about his pride!
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Post by Dave Kelly on Feb 26, 2012 16:39:49 GMT
I'm sorry. You HAVE broken a very serious by law: ya forgot the camera  Relieved to know that the horse is awright... :lol: That's the problem with owning adult toys: makes ya want to act like a kid again. Cheers |
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Post by Student of Sword on Feb 26, 2012 16:48:53 GMT
Saving by quoting. No editing can erase my quote. :twisted:
I guess mom is not going let you hang out with grandpa after this. He is a bad influence and a trouble maker. :lol:
For the record, this is the first cavalry tameshigiri "attempt" by a forum member. I wish my dad is that cool. +2 karma for that.
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Post by the_antposse on Feb 26, 2012 23:50:59 GMT
Greetings All!
Yes....its true....I'm a dumb ass! But let me say this....it WAS the horses fault! Truthfully though, it wasn't. I tied him to the sword stand for a couple of hours Saturday....walked him around it with the bottle sitting on it, he sniffed it several times, even made a few walk-by's with him. I saddled up Sunday morning and galloped by it a few times....he didn't seem to be intimidated by it. I retrieved my sword from its sheath and had planned to swing it around a while to let Dubya( my horse) get used to something flying around from his back. It was then that I spied my daughter and grandson coming up the road to the barn, so I tried to time it so that just as they got there I would come roaring by and slash the enemy war bottle in half, thereby impressing said grandson to no end. Somewhere between roaring and slashing Dubya decided to go airborne, (just why I haven't figured out yet) thereby preventing a sure kill and launching me like I was shot out of a cannon. Its amazing the number of things that go thru your mind on such a short flight! I managed to hurl the sword away from me and I almost got my feet under me before the crash landing, something my body wishes I had accomplished.
The grandson came running up and after a moment decided I was OK and said, great wipeout gramps, just like Nascar, I mean you really tore it up. My daughter, in a moment of anger said, yes....I guess we should be proud of his survivability(she knew, and I got the pun), then she went to check on Dubya, he's OK too BTW, damned horse. I would suggest to everyone not to try this, its not as easy as it looks in the movies, its dangerous and its definantly not for amatuers....such as myself. I have also gained a considerable respect for those men who did this for a living back in the day. You have to be somewhat of an athelete to be able to do these kind of things and my loving daughter says, one should learn to grow old gracefully once they realize they're not the man they once were, to which I say....to hell with that, if I should go having a little fun...then so-be-it, be glad for the one who was able to live it as he willed. Goodnight my fellow forumers. Enjoy as much of it as you can! Oh! BTW the sword was an 1840 heavy and Dave Kelly is right, once you commit you cannot recover from the follow thru if your a lightweight like me. Sorry we got away from the mainstream, won't happen again! CW. :oops:
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Post by Dave Kelly on Feb 27, 2012 0:04:33 GMT
Hey this is as "MAINSTREAM" as it gets. First hand account of basic training cavalry drill. I don't know if I should be jealous of your experience, or just grateful as heck that I can sit by the monitor sippin coffee and just listen to the crunching bone and tearing ligament from the comfort of my captains chair :lol: Not only do you have to use the saber, you have to pocket the reins in a neutral position so that you don't pull on the bridle while executing the cut. ( Sorta like reaching for the radio tuner and crankin the wheel left into oncoming traffic.  Most enjoyed the Sunday entertainment. Glad the story has a happy ending. |
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Post by Kilted Cossack on Feb 27, 2012 0:41:19 GMT
Hey, devil dog, let me be the first to say it: Good initiative, bad judgment!
But seriously, I applaud your efforts, and I'm glad you're okay, and you're probably impressed the heck out of your grandson.
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Post by Student of Sword on Feb 27, 2012 16:14:54 GMT
I agree. That kid has one cool grandpa.
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Post by the_antposse on Feb 27, 2012 22:35:59 GMT
Hello All! Thanks for the accolades guy's, I do appreciate it! I must be in a little better shape than I thought, hardly any pain today, only where the cuts and bruises are. On second thought as I take inventory that's everywhere. I'm still in awe of my own dad, the guy's 91 and he's going deep sea fishing this weekend out in the gulf off Galveston...carries an old philippine kukri that he's had from his service days way back in WW2. He also has one he calls his bushwacker, but he told me once it was called a panabas which is about 3 ft. long with a handle about a third of that. I know he brought it home with him but I don't know what country it came from, somewhere in the Pacific Islands is my guess, its pretty old too but he keeps them in good shape. Have a nice day folks! CW  |
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Post by Kilted Cossack on Feb 28, 2012 3:22:34 GMT
CW:
Nice to see further postings. Sometimes it ain't the fall that gets you, it's what sneaks up the next day or two. (That's what they tell me, I'm just a sprout myself.)
Here's some horseback cutting, to keep on topic. (Although, damn it, being glad you're well IS on topic.)
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Post by Freebooter on Apr 7, 2012 13:04:21 GMT
Antposse,
Glad you or the horse were not hurt! And my hat is off to you bro!!! But as a former Civil War mounted cavalry reenactor, I know what might've happened. It was the sudden flashing blade in his periphial vision. My horse did the same thing the first time I drew my sword while mounted and swung it around. He did not take off or buck or anything, but shied violently and did it a couple of times. So I wound up just tying the horse up and standing in front of him drawing and swinging the sword around, slowly, fast, etc.. Over and over. He finally got to where he paid it no attention.
Then I mounted up and would just sit there on him and while speaking to him would do the same thing, go through the Cavalry sabre drill (Cooke's 1862 Cavalry Tactics), going through all the guards and parries, all the cuts, moulinets, swinging it over head, etc, etc.. Ol' Trooper finally got to where it did not phase him and you could ride or charge swinging the sabre all day long with no trouble.
Freebooter
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