Sorry, for no link online yet. The news just reported a man in Australia went horseback riding, apparently blacked out and fell off. When he regained consciousness two crocodiles were approaching and a quick escape up a tree was made. 6 days later a helicopter spotted him, his horse having returned home alerting his family. O.k. no insults or jokes to the man in a bad situation not of his making.I won't comment on the loss of the legendary Waler to WW1 noted for endurance and loyalty in the poetry of A.B. Banjo Patterson. My lazy horses would leave me in a heartbeat once dinnertime rolls around. But, hey, I once owned the Rolls-Royce of Aussie stock saddles with the splendid stirrups, superior stirrup strap attachment, custom fitting to the horse and deep, if non centered seat. And most noticeable were poleys, invented by irish bushrangers who didn't know how to ride a horse but could steal one. I've been thrown from a few horses, fell with a few more.But I NEVER parted company while riding in my stock saddle. so, HOW DID HE DO IT? I bet he was riding western, right? P.S. I foolishly sold my saddle to a well known aussie actor who avoids mention of knives anymore.