ComancheeI was about 10 and my Dad gave me this big "Buckskin" QH gelding named Comanchee. In this picture he had me standing around the back for a 'confirmation' picture. I'm pigeon toed and I was very small for my age as well.
He was a mellow fellow.
My Dad roached ALL the horses' manes to match his own military haircut.
Rode him all over the ranch, bareback in a bosal. Didn't have a
saddle that fit me. It was always just me & him as there were no other kids there. We'd ride to creeks and I'd play in the water; spend the whole day exploring. I guess he 'ground tied' as I don't ever remember him running off. I trained him myself as I had been riding my Dad's colts for a long time ... even at age 10.
He was my best & only friend until my Dad died 2 or 3 years later.
He was a mellow fellow.
My Dad roached ALL the horses' manes to match his own military haircut.
Rode him all over the ranch, bareback in a bosal. Didn't have a
saddle that fit me. It was always just me & him as there were no other kids there. We'd ride to creeks and I'd play in the water; spend the whole day exploring. I guess he 'ground tied' as I don't ever remember him running off. I trained him myself as I had been riding my Dad's colts for a long time ... even at age 10.
He was my best & only friend until my Dad died 2 or 3 years later.
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