That's beautiful country Bob!
We segued into horses back around 1999 or so, lasted until 2008 when we moved back to the city where it became impractical to enjoy their company.
One horse in particular, a Tennessee Walker I named Kismet, was special to me. That gelding taught me a lot about myself. I'd ride him bareback to lunch at an orchard fruit stand, and let him mow their grass area untied. I'd have passing-through city folk ask me of I'm worried he'll run off, lol. Anyway, I'd finish lunch, grab hold of his halter rope, jump on his back and mosey home.
They weren't all like Kismet though, had a one or two that figured killing me was Job 1.
We segued into horses back around 1999 or so, lasted until 2008 when we moved back to the city where it became impractical to enjoy their company.
One horse in particular, a Tennessee Walker I named Kismet, was special to me. That gelding taught me a lot about myself. I'd ride him bareback to lunch at an orchard fruit stand, and let him mow their grass area untied. I'd have passing-through city folk ask me of I'm worried he'll run off, lol. Anyway, I'd finish lunch, grab hold of his halter rope, jump on his back and mosey home.
They weren't all like Kismet though, had a one or two that figured killing me was Job 1.