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When I was 16 we visited some relatives of my father I didn't know.  I was 6' tall and weighed about 220 so not meek.  My father thought it would be good for me to spend some time with my cousins doing farm work.  Next thing I know I'm climbing on the back of a work horse so tall I could not see over his back.  Off we went through the fields for about an hour and then we started rounding up a bunch of work horses for shoeing.  Of course, the whole trip was all about making sure I knew how clueless I was.


Trust me, riding a 1500+ pound horse with a bunch of Alabama "good ol boys" is not for the faint of heart!  Then trying to control each leg of each horse as you dig out the crap and pull the old shoe is not fun or easy!  That's the job they gave me, they did the fitting and shoeing.  At least they had pity and gave me a mild mannered, easy to control horse and at least it wasn't the first time I rode a horse.


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