So drcrossfire, I see you're from Woodstock. I grew up in Waukegan. We would go to Woodstock during the summer and rent horses by the hour. The hands there would saddle up the horse, and we would get the standard "warning" yelled to us as we were riding away. Don't let them drink water from the lake, and never gt off the horse and let go of the reins. We found out why after one of the horses, despite much arguing and tugging on the reins trying to keep that horse out of the lake, when she dropped down on her knees and drank, and drank, and drank, and drank. She got so full she couldn't move. On the other thing, my friend Jim got off his mount to find along straight twig to use as a whip. As soon as he let those reins go to break off the twig, his horse shot off and made a bee line straight back to he barn. The hands figured they better ride out and find Jim, who was sitting in the shade very close to crying. His hour was up and he had only gotten to ride to the tree where the twig came from, all the way across the entire property.
Sorry if this bored you, but it's where my thoughts go whenn ever I see Woodstock, Illinois mentioned. Cheers!