865. 850. Horse Pole (1/5)

Chapter 865 850. Horse Pole (15)

After the dark horse king and local tyrant Jin both entered the stable, the other wild horses were a little moved, but most of them still stayed at the door suspiciously and did not go in.

Seeing that role models are useless, Wang Bo rolled up his sleeves and prepared to put on a hard fight. Ma Long stood beside him with a smile on his preparations, as if he wanted to watch the excitement.

In this way, Lao Wang was dissatisfied: "Old man, you have to get started, this is your job."

Malone smiled and said, "Since it's my job, let me do it."

Wang Bo looked at him and said, "Do you have a good idea?"

Ma Long said: "It's a basic approach. Is this a good idea?"

Wang Bo became interested and asked, "I would like to hear more about it."

Ma Long took a leather rope from the stable and asked, "Have you ever played with the rope?"

Lao Wang hadn't even heard of it, he shook his head and said, "Sorry, I only know how to hitch a horse."

"Oh yes, a horse pole would work too, would you use that?"

Old Wang continued to shake his head: "I don't know how to use it, but I can sing. You are mighty and majestic, the man who puts on the horse pole!"

Ma Long, who had been smiling all the time, suddenly became confused. He couldn't understand Chinese, and asked in surprise, "What did you say?"

Wang Bo explained to him the song "Horse Pole", Ma Long laughed again and said, "Then this must be a very beautiful song, but let's listen to it later, come on, I will teach you how to set a horse." .”

As he spoke, he handed Lao Wang a leather sheath, which was a noose made of a long rope connected with a leather rope. Wang Bo opened it and looked at it. The rope was about five meters long, and the leather rope was about one meter long. Up to six meters.

However, he doesn't know how to use this thing!

There is a wooden pillar planted into the ground next to it. Ma Long taught him: "Let the leather rope in your hand fly up, spin, spin, spin, and you must be familiar enough with it that you can feel it even if you don't see it. The presence."

It is not difficult for Lao Wang to make it spin, but it is impossible to completely control it.

The lasso was very simple in the hands of Malone, an old-fashioned cowboy. He turned around casually, and threw it with a flick of his wrist, and the lasso fell on the wooden post all at once.

At this time, Ma Long pulled the rope back, and with a crisp 'shua' sound, the rope was firmly put on the stake.

"Cool!" Wang Bo applauded.

Ma Long smiled and said: "To be honest, this is the basic skill, the simplest thing, come on, try it."

Wang Bo walked over with vigor, turned his arms and swung the leather rope in the air, aiming at the stake, and threw the leather rope out with a vigorous flick.

As a result, his strength caused him to go in the wrong direction. After Piso was thrown out, he didn't fly to the position of the stake, and fell halfway.

Seeing this, Ma Long couldn't help laughing, and went to re-demonstrate: "It's not like you let it spin around like that, it's flying, let it fly..."

Wang Bo said dejectedly: "It's impossible to learn this in a short time, right? Can you make a harness? I've seen our Mongolians harness horses, and it's very simple for them to use a harness."

After all, the lasso pole is a rigid pole, as long as you have quick eyes and hands after catching up with the horse, you can put the leather rope on the horse's head.

Ma Long shrugged and said: "Indeed, this will not be learned in a short time, but today I only intend to teach you to get familiar with it, and I will handle the matter of harnessing the horse myself!"

Wang Bo refused and said, "No, I want to harness the horse. I think it's very interesting. How about this, let's make a harness pole, and then you take me to harness the horse together?"

Ma Long said: "Of course, this is no problem, but this is more time-consuming."

Wang Bo laughed, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Hey, sir, the most beautiful thing is time passing by slowly. Why are you in such a hurry?"

Ma Long showed an envious expression: "I thought the same way when I was young, but I am no longer young now. When you are my age, you will know, boss, time is the most precious."

"Okay," so saying, he agreed to Wang Bo's request, "I'll find two suitable wooden sticks, maybe that guy Maxson can help me, and I can make a usable horse harness in one night rod."

There is no need to go to work on weekends, so Wang Bo followed them to watch them make harnesses.

Maxon nodded when he learned about it, and said, "It's very simple. I happen to have a few long nanmu poles here, which have been raised and are suitable for making horse poles."

"Nurturing? You mean the word nurturing? Do you need to support the poles when making a harness?" Wang Bo asked strangely.

Maxson explained: "It's actually a cowboy word. It means that it has been polished and maintained to make the pole full of elasticity. You know that the wild horse will go crazy after putting it on. If the pole is not flexible enough, it will break soon."

"Phoebe is the best here. It is the most suitable material for making horse poles. It is light and tough, but it is not long enough and needs to be connected." Ma Long said enthusiastically.

The horse pole is generally a two-joint joint, that is, two parts are glued together, the lower part is a thicker main pole, and the upper part is a slightly thinner shoulder pole.

Because it is difficult to achieve the ideal length for harnessing horses with only one wooden pole, and in use, if the set of horses misses and has to throw the pole, and is trampled by the horse, at most the shoulder pole will be broken, and the main pole is usually safe. It can be reused as long as the shoulder bar is replaced.

The nanmu collected by Maxson is used to make the main pole. This thing is very precious, and the shoulder pole is easy to discard, so willow is used.

"Willows can be seen everywhere, but that may not be the case with nanmu."

While talking, Maxson cut the joint of two pieces of wood into a tenon, and then used super glue to stick it tightly.

After pasting it, he took out another hair dryer, blew it for a while, stretched out his hand, shook his head and said, "It's ok, it's glued firmly enough."

Wang Bo took it and asked, "Is this all right?"

Malone smiled and said, "It's still early."

He took out the emery cloth and began to polish the connecting position of the pole, so that the upper and lower parts were integrated, and then polished from top to bottom until the pole was polished into a streamlined shape.

After blowing on the pole and blowing off the miscellaneous wood chips, Maxson took out the soft buckskin, brushed oil on it and wrapped the pole layer by layer.

"This is coloring, the purpose is for aesthetics, as you can see, this is two wooden sticks spliced ​​together, the color and texture of the wooden sticks are inevitably different, and the texture can be blurred with deerskin and lard."

"In the past, this was done repeatedly with wet cow dung," Malone interjected.

Maxson stroked his beard and smiled, "If I use it myself, then I still like to polish it with cow dung. You know, buddy, the poles made of cow dung have a thick feeling, like a denim."

The main pole and shoulder pole are maintained, and the top is tied with a lasso for horses. There are many such leather sheaths in the harness shop. Maxson asked Wang Bo to choose a style he likes, and then rivets it on.

In this way, a set of horse poles is successfully produced.

Wang Bo held it in his hand, and because of the buckskin, it was not easy to use, but it was much easier to use as a lasso than to lasso.