I like my horses just like my women -- wild! This is how I spent much of my girlhood summers. But I was trying to reach the hearts of rodeo horses gone sour as much as train foals. Did my best to keep them from the glue factory, and learned to ride like the wind. It always broke my heart to sell each that gentled, but to keep saving more horses, it was necessary to love them hard & let them go to new owners -- then repeat. My favorite girlhood horse never gentled enough to sell -- his name was Jitterbug, because he looked like he was trying to do those dance moves... He was my best friend; Id give him his head and wed race across open fields, swim across lakes and fly over hedges and haybales in the field. When I went to college, my stepdad sold him to a slaughterhouse for $200, because the price of hay went up to $5/bale. youtu.be/tCTh56IkdNQ
Posted on: Sun, 14 Dec 2014 11:33:03 +0000
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