Ran across this old photo and tried to scan it, but the quality is not so great.  I spent the summer of 1979 in West Virginia with a bunch of college students from around the country repairing the roofs on the homes of retired coal miners.  This woman asked us if we could help her bring some trees down to her yard that her neighbor had just cut down on a hill behind her place.  With all the confidence of a 19 year old I asserted that I knew how to work a horse and could do it.  We got the trees down and cut them up for her for firewood and I am alive to tell the tale, but let's just say I did not and do not know how work a horse!