Ken recruited two spectators, then another, until five of us with a combined body weight of half a ton were hauling on the burro’s rope in a tug-of-war. No dice. Pissed off now, Ken hitched the rope to his pickup and threw it into four-wheel drive. One balking step at a time, a nearly six-foot donkey slowly emerged. Ken handed me the rope. “This one’s yours.”
The thoughts that must’ve been going through McDougall’s mind at that moment!
