Let me start by saying I had no idea Maryland/Virginia had an island off the coast with wild horses.
It’s called Assateague Island and is a popular summer spot for obvious reasons like the beach and those horses. You’re not supposed to fuck with them, though. Grandpa here didn’t care. I’d like to imagine he threw back 14 Bud Diesels in his speedo before going in for the pet that nearly cost him a femur, but I can’t confirm this.