My brothers and I grew up with horses. They were in our daily lives. With our dad as our teacher, mentor and guardian, we’d run the main bunch in at least once a week through the summer months to trim hooves, thin tail hair, halter break the colt crop and start breaking the two-year-olds. It’d usually be on a Sunday, so to be classed as a day off from work, as fun and recreation.
They call it ‘training’ – we call it ‘breaking’ a horse to ride
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