Land Ski Ranch
Welcome to Land Ski Ranch, home of quality Quarter Horses!
Located between Red Mountain, Rattlesnake Mountain and
Horse Heaven Hills, we are surrounded by natural beauty and
plenty of recreational activities. Here we have tons of trails,
hunting and fishing, camping , horse shows, 4-H, organized trail
rides and chili feeds as well as local play days.
When it comes to our horses our goal is to provide you with a
good, solid working or pleasure horse who can help you enjoy
the offerings of such beauty and activities. Our horses come
from such lines as King Fritz, Doc Bar, Skipper W, Doc O'Lena,
Imperial One, Sand Seeker, Last Command, Cal Bar, Zippo Par
Bar, Cheyenne Command, Wimpy, Doc's Lynx, Chex, Doc Tom
Tucker, Leo, Poco Tivio, Teresa Tivio, Kellys Golden Dun, and
Two Eyed Jack to name just a few of the greats.
At Land Ski Ranch we breed for not just one aspect of the
horse, but for personality, conformation, color, and pedigree.
They are all gentle as well as easy to train and work with. We
try to capture the essence of our horses' personalities and great
looks, and although it is almost impossible to do, we come very
close.
We're glad you stopped in and paid us a visit. We hope you
enjoyed your stay and will come back often. There is always
something new at Land Ski Ranch.
SFR DUN N DANDY with her May 2006 foal,
LSR DOCS SANDY JEWEL.
LSR DOCS SANDY JEWEL.
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Pocket Taser Stun Gun, a great gift for the wife...
A guy who purchased his lovely wife a pocket Taser for their
anniversary submitted this.
Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that
sparked my interest. The occasion was our 15th anniversary and I
was looking for a little something extra for my wife Julie. What I
came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized taser. The
effects of the taser were supposed to be short lived, with no
long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate
time to retreat to safety.
WAY TOO COOL!
Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home.
I loaded two triple-a batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button.
Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the
button AND pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I'd
get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth between the
prongs.??
AWESOME!!!?
Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Julie what that burn spot is on
the face of her microwave!
Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it
couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-A batteries, right?! !??
There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting
little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really
needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target. I must
admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and
thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give
this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want
some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong???
So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading
glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in
one hand, and taser in another.
The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and
disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause
muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second
burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a
fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be
wasting the batteries.? ? All the while I'm looking at this little device
measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference; pretty
cute really and (loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-A batteries) thinking
to myself, "no possible way!"??
What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my
best...
I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one
side as to say, "don't do it dumbass," reasoning that a one- second
burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad. I
decided to give myself a one-second burst just for heck of it. I
touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button and...
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION!!!
I'm pretty sure Hulk Hogan ran in through the side door, picked me up
in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and
over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal
position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on
fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my
body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs!
The cat was standing over me making meowing sounds I had never
heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "Do it
again, stupid, do it again!"
Note: If you ever feel compelled to "mug" yourself with a taser, one
note of caution: there is no such thing as a one-second burst when
you zap yourself! You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged
from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. A
three-second burst would be considered conservative.
SON-OF-A-*%#... That hurt like **% !!!
A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at
that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and
surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel
of the fireplace. How did they get up there??? My triceps, right thigh
and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot
up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs.
I'm still looking for my testicles! I'm offering a significant reward for
their safe return!!
P. S. My wife loved the gift, and now regularly threatens me with it!
If you think Education is difficult, try being stupid
Still funny .......even after you read it a couple times cuz you know he
did it !!!!!!!!!!
Defining Prayer: Don't bother to give God instructions, just report for
duty.
A guy who purchased his lovely wife a pocket Taser for their
anniversary submitted this.
Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that
sparked my interest. The occasion was our 15th anniversary and I
was looking for a little something extra for my wife Julie. What I
came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized taser. The
effects of the taser were supposed to be short lived, with no
long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate
time to retreat to safety.
WAY TOO COOL!
Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home.
I loaded two triple-a batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button.
Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the
button AND pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I'd
get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth between the
prongs.??
AWESOME!!!?
Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Julie what that burn spot is on
the face of her microwave!
Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it
couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-A batteries, right?! !??
There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting
little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really
needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target. I must
admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and
thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give
this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want
some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong???
So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading
glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in
one hand, and taser in another.
The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and
disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause
muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second
burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a
fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be
wasting the batteries.? ? All the while I'm looking at this little device
measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference; pretty
cute really and (loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-A batteries) thinking
to myself, "no possible way!"??
What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my
best...
I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one
side as to say, "don't do it dumbass," reasoning that a one- second
burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad. I
decided to give myself a one-second burst just for heck of it. I
touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button and...
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION!!!
I'm pretty sure Hulk Hogan ran in through the side door, picked me up
in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and
over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal
position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on
fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my
body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs!
The cat was standing over me making meowing sounds I had never
heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "Do it
again, stupid, do it again!"
Note: If you ever feel compelled to "mug" yourself with a taser, one
note of caution: there is no such thing as a one-second burst when
you zap yourself! You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged
from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. A
three-second burst would be considered conservative.
SON-OF-A-*%#... That hurt like **% !!!
A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at
that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and
surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel
of the fireplace. How did they get up there??? My triceps, right thigh
and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot
up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs.
I'm still looking for my testicles! I'm offering a significant reward for
their safe return!!
P. S. My wife loved the gift, and now regularly threatens me with it!
If you think Education is difficult, try being stupid
Still funny .......even after you read it a couple times cuz you know he
did it !!!!!!!!!!
Defining Prayer: Don't bother to give God instructions, just report for
duty.
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items listed as For Sale, Trade, Partial Trade etc. are sold
AS IS unless otherwise stated within a written and signed
contract agreed to by both parties.