I last wrote about skunks when I was that one getting dosed, so I thought I would tell another story where I was the witness and not the witnessee. In college there was a guy that was from one of the European countries (Sweden, I think) and he was there to take the HTM course. He said he wanted to learn all he could so that he could go back to his country and start a training stable with his Dad. He was a pretty good guy, but we sure had a hard time understanding him sometimes. So we did our darnedest to incorporate him in a wild cowboy lifestyle. Fortunately for him he was somewhat immune to our cowboyology lessons. But sometimes his curiosity got the better of him.
