Imagine having to clean his stall.
This is a (1988) photo of my ex-girlfriends thoroughbred/quarter colt. Thing that is cool about this memory is, this was the morning we first put a saddle on him.
I think he just liked her, because when I climbed aboard, it became a rodeo. :lol:
Anyway, we had him from a yearling, and showed him for a couple years before this saddle.
Our goal was to train him for cutting. We couldn't do the cutting training, so we took him to the best trainer in the area. The day we met this guy he had a pair of Belgium's. I wondered what he was doing with them, and he said training them to jump. I began to loose confidence in this guy...thought I met a rodeo clown that got stomped on the head too many times.
I came back when he was working with them, and he had them jumping at the same time.
I had to rub my eyes... (squeakie-squeakie) it was amazing to see such big horses get those one ton hooves more than 3" off the ground. I'm sure a seismologist was reading tremors when they both landed.
The jolt cracked my back.