History (The Horsey thing):
Back when I was young we spent our vacations at grandpa's on the lake on a reservation. A glorious beautiful area with mountains, water and all sorts of fun stuff to explore. Well as it happened when I was in the fifth grade the neighbors at the lake got a Shetland pony. This thing was wild haired, wild eyed and that is where the mean started. It fell on the neighbors oldest son and I to make this beasty a suitable ride for his younger sisters. So next door to the abandoned rendering plant we went(Only place that had corrals, pens and where the beasty was to live) to saddle and ride. Rotted fencing, wooden water troughs, chunks of iron safe enough for us little buckaroo's to tame this beast and after both of had been thoroughly bludgeoned by our surrounding we finally succeeded......The pony was now a suitable mount for his sisters. There was no horse mystic to help us in our quest it was ride until you were brushed, dumped, bucked off by/on one of the furnishings in the corral.
I was hooked but would live in denial for years.
Some W's
Where: After years of looking for barn time for riding etc. etc we
sold the old place and bought this. Long and short retirement will just have to wait.
2008
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