When I was a kid in Wyoming, a couple of cowboys moved a few bulls past our house, onto mountain range.  Bulls are slow when they're not upset, and they were having some fun with one of the bulls, jumping from their horses, onto the bull's back, and back again.  (Probably held on to their saddles, just in case the bull took exception, they could pull themselves back on the horse)<p>Anyway, one of the bulls got tired of it, and gored the horse, spilling intestines out.  Not sure how far they protruded, I wasn't there.  The cowboys stuffed the intestines back into the horse, and used their pocket knives to poke little holes into the horses skin along the edge of the wound, and then pulled hair from the horses tail and threaded it through the holes, holding everything together.<p>My dad being the closest vet, our ranch is where they ended up.  I can't remember if my dad saved the horse, but the cowboys sort of had a balanced day.  Stupid in the morning, ingenious in the afternoon.