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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