THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF
KEITH MALCOLM HUNT
During the winter of 1962/63 I was busy listening to religious radio programs. One in particular. The preacher was powerful and dynamic. I sent away for their magazine. In the early part of Spring their magazine arrived and I was kinda shocked to see an article entitled “Will you get to heaven?” I thought this is a strange named article, I mean everyone knows that if you are a Christian you go to heaven when you die.
I read the article very quickly and very superficially—— I got very angry and threw it down on the table, got my cowboy hat and headed for the Buckhorn Stable. I was very upset; who would even question a long held and all the time talked about in the Christian world— questioning getting to heaven on death.
BUT a small quiet voice [not literally but in my head] said to me, “You have not read the article slowly; you have not looked up of the Scriptures given; you have become very emotional, you need to study the article slowly when you get back home.”
I set it in my mind to do so.
That night I did so do—— looked up all the Scripture verses; some I had never seen before in my entire young life. Those verses hit me like a tone of bricks. John 14: 1-4, a famous one used by all to say we go to heaven with Jesus on His return. It was explained carefully; I realized the explanation was the truth; others verses like in the book of Acts, about David not being in heaven—- well the whole house of cards, the false teachings of men, came crashing down.
By the end of my 3 hours of study, I was OVERJOYED, ECSTATIC with JOY that I had found a truth in God’s word, that was new to me. I always tried to have the mind-set of being willing to grow in truth with God’s word. I was dancing around my little room.
This truth did not affect my life in any way as far as living went; it was just my mind being changed from something I took for granted, never proved, but just accepted, to understand a truth of God, that for me know, was light, I could hardly imagine the world of Christianity as I KNEW IT, raised in it, was so wrong on the subject of death and going off to heaven, and also the wrong idea of those alive at Jesus’ coming again, going back to heaven with Him.
I studied that subject of death and what happens to us, fully and in-depth for a few months—— I had come to a wonderful truth, and that I had been misled about all of my Christian life.
Now we were well into late Spring and early summer of 1963. I was still looking for that SPECIAL TYPE OF HORSE that would allow you to trick-ride on it. I had already received a photo by photo book on trick-riding; it contained no words, just step by steep photos on every trick invented. Very easy to follow and understand how to do each trick.
I tried a few more horses Gord had, but as soon as I moved out of the saddle they were scared, and ready to freak-out.
I then got thinking—— now Gord uses a horse to rope from when the cows get out of the feed-lot. It was a mare, and about 15 hh tall. She was used to the lariat twirling around her head; maybe I thought, she would let me twirl around on her.
I saddled her up and out on the trail we went; got her into a slow run and off the saddle I went—— she did not bat an eye!
MY O MY, WUPEEEE! I had found my trick-riding horse!
And what a horse for trick-riding she was—— you could do any trick invented and she never batted an eye; just as calm and confident you were not going to hurt her! And her name——
Would you believe is was TRIXIE!
I put some leather straps on the kind of saddle I needed to do the many tricks I wanted to do on her. One strap was for the “suicide-drag”—— you took out your left foot from the stirrup; you already had your right foot in the strap, and away you went right off the left side, hanging only by that right foot in the strap; your head and arms were nearly touching the ground.
I did the spin around in the saddle, and also around the swell or bridge of the saddle, that so need to be high and wide for that trick.
I did the trick of riding under her neck, and some others—— O what fun I had with Trixie, we became quite the buddies.
Now the summer was here, it was July, and the Saskatoon Pioneer Days was upon us. They had an outdoor pretty large corral for horse games. I decide that when no one was using it to do an exhibitions of trick-riding for the public to see.
I had just finished a trick and was near the corral wooden fence, and there was a man there with his family—— I recognize him, it was the man that took over from Mr. Kincade when I worked in the Hudson Bay Store for that first year in Canada.
“YOU WERE RIGHT KEITH” he said to me, “THE LADY YOU TOLD US ABOUT, BEING THE PROBLEM IN THE RECEIVING DEPARTMENT IS GONE, SHE’S OUT OF THERE.”
I was sure happy to know my letter to the big bosses up stairs got through to them, yes I was happy to know.
The summer was marching on and I was soon to have my life turned upside-down and inside-out!
That’s for next time.
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