He wouldn't tie. He wouldn't let us pull his mane. AND he a had quite a 'tude'.
The first time we put a saddle on him he bronced and bucked with the best of them. The first time we lunged him in tack outside the round pen, he got mad and threw himself over backwards only to discover that wouldn't get him out of work; it only brought on what I can only imagine was a pretty serious body ache.
The first time we sat on him we decided to do it in the pond. According to Bill that's how the Indians break their horses. That way its harder to be naughty!
Then he came Florida and grew up some.
Now I hardly recognize him.
And MAN can that little sucker jump!
We're so excited for Megill Imes to be taking him to his first recognized event in a couple weeks at Chatt Hills. They're going to be stars!
