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.
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Thursday, March 29, 2012
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.
Labels:
College Years,
Cowboy humor
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Friday, March 16, 2012
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.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
The Peterbilt Mare
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.
Labels:
Cowboy humor,
family
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