Style, you
either have it or you
don't. And if you have it, you have it
all the time.The Rogue Goes to the Dogs
by Tux Toledo
Page 12
Al
looked at me the way an established pro looks at an upstart.
"There's nothing wrong with Concorde," he said.
"Then why isn't he finding quail?"
"There's nothing wrong with Concorde," he repeated. "Will you
be riding?"
"What?"
"It's the best way to view the event. You follow along
behind."
"No, I don't think I'll be riding."
He appeared to be relieved that a neophyte wouldn’t be abusing one of
the horses.
"It's your choice," he shrugged.
James had brought along some high-powered binoculars and I planned to
watch the activities from the top of the transporter. I was
adjusting the focus when Nick returned from the registration table.
"All set?" I asked.
He nodded and was unable to hide his nervousness.
"I'll watch from the top of the transporter," I said. "I'll
get a better view of the entire surroundings from up there."
"I hope so. This isn't a single field event."
"What does that mean?"
© 2008 David Biagini