For the second time in my life I had fallen off a horse. Granted, the first time was the horse at the supermarket, but falling off Chester hurt even more. I don’t know what I was more upset over – falling off Chester or not getting a picture of the moose.
“It was an elk, Woody, not a moose,” Pete said, correcting me when I told him the story. “Elk are prevalent in Kentucky’s forests. When you went to grab the camera you lost your balance and fell off. The thump you heard was your helmet hitting the ground.”