A horse is a horse of course. |
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As I type this I've been on exactly 4
horses, not counting my preschool horsy and pony I received one Christmas. Each ride
is a story all it's own, so I'll tell them like I recall them. I'm pretty sure I
also got a few pony rides at amusement parks, but for me they don't really count. Those
ponies where usually hooked up to a big wheel of some kind, and everybody gets on their
pony and they all just walk around in a circle a couple times. Just like a real
train ride means steam locomotives for power, a real horse ride takes a full sized horse
and the freedom to go where you want to go. This picture shows my dad trying to help be
get the knack for riding the range. |
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I've read so many books on the
subject of horses, cowboys, the rodeo, the Wild Wild West, I figure maybe I should put
some of this information to use. This picture shows me at age 1.5 years old. I have my bib
on, all ready to eat, but hey mom, I got to wipe down my pony first. This pony was
on casters for me to ride around the house on. We rode into camp for our chuck and
feedbag, then rode off chasing cows and the sunset until bedtime set in. |
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