I love horses.
Wish I could have seen you on your giant of a horse.
I think my earliest memory is rushing out to meet my uncle when he came in from the range, he and the other cowboys.
I couldn’t have been more than two, but God stayed on the job and and I never got trampled.
And I stuck to him like glue, LOL, I am sure that he took a lot of ribbing from the cowboys, as that is what every 20 year old man wants, a two year old for a shadow.
I did have a couple of horses 20 years ago, so had my older fling.
It amazes me how smart they are and how careful they can be of someone who is not a trained rider.
Yes, if every child had a horse they loved, this would be a better world.
>>>>It amazes me how smart they are and how careful they can be of someone who is not a trained rider.<<<<
I used to take my free horse ‘Nikki” and go through the woods, off trail and go around trees and then just let him find his way back - It was funny to see him when he wasn’t quite sure on one of the trees to go around, and he would pause, look around and you could almost feel him saying ‘Ah I remember now left of this tree and right of that one.’
When we would pasture our sheep on pasture that wasn’t fenced, and we wanted to keep them out of the garden area, I would ride Nikki along the border and tell him to keep the sheep in there - I would lie back (bareback of course) on him and enjoy the warm sunshine and if the sheep would start to get near the border I had set out, he would very very slowly start moving till I would sit up, then he was off at a trot to herd them back where they belonged - I was more or less a passenger, enjoying the ride. He took that job very seriously!