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Originally Posted by craigepo
There has never been a horse born that I trust.
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I hear ya! I rode horses before I learned how to ride a bicycle. Being the lightest weight boy out of 17 grandchildren instantly designated me as the one who saddle broke most of my grandfathers horses. By the time I was 12 I could fall-break better than a Judo master. My worst experience was when my cousin's horse spooked at the sight of a rattlesnake and that caused my mare to pin her ears back and take off at a full sprint down the side of a mountain trail. I must've hit every branch and rock on the way down that hill.
Through it all, some of my best childhood memories were found on that farm. My grandfather could've asked me to ride tigers or grizzlies and I would've done it in a heartbeat so long as he was around. Good times. Miss the old man like crazy...but not the horses.
