Mule Mayhem | Live Free or Die
Oh, oh, damn it! Oh, God damn it! Hold, hold, hold! Damn it! Goddamn mules! Hold! No, you hold! Too much traffic, motorcycles, bicyclists—everything was too much for the mule.
And once he started plunging down that hill and the jugs were hitting the bushes, all it did was make him go faster. He threw me in an aspen tree, and, uh, lucky I didn't get hurt. Oh man, I got a lot of blood! We got a problem, yep, yep! Oh good mule, wicked bad!
That's a good one! Y... That's a good one, that's bad! God damn it! Son of a God damn it! Somebody left a glass water jug in the woods, and my mule ran right over it. I got to get a bandage on there right now!
Hold! My whole little water trip just got ruined in a heartbeat! I'm hoping that that wound is superficial, just a big cut.
I'm sorry, Scout. Back in the day, we didn't have all this stuff buzzing around, motorcycles spooking my mule. These mules would have gotten along just fine in a horse world, which was where we were back then. But, uh, it is what it is, and we don't live in the past—we live in the future now.
We got to get these guys to acclimate to the modern world that we live in.