Wal-Mart Can Build A Kentucky Derby Winner

In some of my other stories I have mentioned the wild things that we used to do in college; most of them involve a practical joke or two.  Some were of the horse wreck variety.  But I can honestly say, for the group I ran around with in college, we abused each other….but still had a whoppin’ good time.

I attended Lamar Community College, in Lamar Colorado.  The course was called Horse Training and Management.  During our freshman year we were all assigned a colt to ride, some turned out better than others.  It was a learning experience, and I suspect that some of us learned better than others!  During my sophomore year a couple of buddies ((Guy and Marc) and I had some extra time during the day. 

Suppository Writing

Some time back my daughters had a “bring your parents to school day”.  My kids didn’t want me to go, they are always afraid that I will do something that might embarrass them; I don’t know where they get that?!?!  I would have shown up like I normally dress, tall boots and my hat…..but, that is ok.  At some point all kids are embarrassed by their parents.  All that said, their teacher taught the parents something that night, which led to last night at our house.  The girls have been on spring break, which makes this so unusual (in my point of view).  I would not have been caught dead doing something like this when I was their age.  They were doing some….school work!  I know, I know….highly unusual, but we were not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.  Until I found out it was homework for me.  It turns out it is a way for the kids to teach their parents what they learned (relearned?) on the “bring your parents day”.  I felt a little like I was in England.  They were speaking my language, but the words didn’t mean the same things.  They were talking about pillers and suppository writing. 

The Peterbilt Mare

Since I saw the wording, I think I'll use it.  Here is a guest post from my Dad (Jere Johnson, of Natural Remuda Equine Learning Center), check 'em out...you can learn a lot!

 

Here's Dad:

My dad was a horse trader and some of the horses he bought didn’t have the best dispositions.  One day, he came home from the sale with a sorrel horse in the back of the pickup.  (We didn’t have a trailer, just stock racks on the truck).  I was 16, had a date and was starting to leave when Dad arrived on the scene.  He stepped out and told me to grab my saddle.  He wanted to check out the horse he bought at the sale.  I mentioned that I had a date and he gave me that look.  You know the kind.  The one that says you better do as I say.  Besides that, he said three kids had ridden this horse into the ring.  Thinking back now, that should have been a warning sign.  Kid horses ridden through the sale will hurt you.