My first horse, Chico, was a formerly wild mustang who was found on a Nevada friend's property, shot in the neck and very weak. They nursed him, tamed him and sent him up to me. He was very draft-like... big roman nose and huge feet, very unlike the lean narrow type that our mustang arab cross is.
Chico was gangly and rough looking in the presence of all the TBs and warm bloods at jumping shows, but he sure could jump with them! I eventually sold him when I wanted to show more, but sure wish I had kept track of where he went.
OK - I am off to run ecurbh to work, then come back and get Markie up to the airport. Will post when I return!
Just think, great, great, grandpap might have hauled timber or mercury up to the Comstock mines, or silver out of someplace like Mineral Hill :-)
BTW, people who shoot wild horses for fun go to hell...