I always had a barn full of horses to ride. Spent about two hours a day on those I was breaking or training. I love a good pleasure horse. Had a black mare like Ben Johnson rode in most of his movies. At a walk she could cover a lot of ground, her lope was like a rocking chair, but her trot was painful to endure. Had to stand up in the stirrups when I trotted her. It jarred every bone in my body.

During the summer I rode from dawn til 10 pm, during school it was one before school and til 10 pm at night. Thankfully, we had lights in our arena and a neighbor had 600 acres and he let me use his land because I let him know of any problems I saw with his cattle or fencing.

I roped a little too, do you remember Roy and Ray Cooper? Saw them at the Dixie Nat'l in Jackson, MS. in Feb. a few times, poetry in motion. Got pretty good and then tried bulldogging. Loved it, but wasn't built for it, too short and too light or the steers were too big. Either way, I gave it up after the third time I was run over by a four legged freight train with horns.

Love throughbreds too, the worse bucking stock I ever rode and tried to break. I got a few to break and you never knew when they were going to explode under you. Most were abused in the gates or started too young and just crazy and saw buggers everwhere.

One threw me through a three-strand barbed wire fence like a bullet. Ripped my clothes but I didn't get a scratch. One tossed me higher than I'd ever been, I landed face down and spread-eagled in a hard-packed area. I know I couldn't breathe for over three minutes, just before I passed out, I started breathing again. The big red beast was just watching me from about ten feet away, I swear he was laughing at me. Anyway, after about ten minutes I was able to get back on him and he never bucked again. Guess he just wanted to show me who was boss.

Instead of paying me a Doctor offered me a deal for breaking a mare. A grandson of Go Man Go. I went to his place and looked at him, a beautiful three year old bay gelding, so we made a deal. Wasn't a horse I couldn't break. I later found out he had been to three professional trainers and none could break or ride him. He loved to buck. It was his thing.

The first month he bucked every day, after that he settled down if I rode him hard every day. Skip a day and he would buck. The neighbor with the 600 acres told me a highway was being built right through the middle of his place. When it was almost paving time, I decided to see how fast my horse could run, so I eased him out on the roadbed and figured out about a mile stretch and loped him a little ways and then asked for a little more speed. He kept stretching out longer and longer and I felt like my feet were about to start d**gging the ground.

Then I realized, if he tripped or stumbled, I was probably going to die, so I gradually slowed him down. Never been on a horse that fast in my life. I was on cloud nine for a week. Then I had to sell him because dad said he needed some money. Or maybe he was worried the horse would k**l or maim me. You never knew what my dad was really thinking.

I had a nice padded seat Circle Y stock saddle, even the fenders had a little padding, basically a cutting saddle. It was the only saddle I ever had. Whenever I used another saddle I felt exposed and out of my element. Weird, but the only way I know to explain it.

Sorry, get me talking about horses and my jaw becomes unhinged and starts flapping in the wind. I'll hush now.

Allow those jaws to flap. Talking about old times is good for your soul. My saddle was made by a professional , which is all he did his whole life. No brand name but that saddle fit my rear about as comfortable as it was ever going to get. Never had the courage to break my own horses, that ground was just to far away. Did have one that if she wasn't at a full blaze she didn't think she was moving. Not terribly fast, but sure glad she never stumbled. Best one was a chocolate Arab, a really sweet fellow who loved someone on his back. I would never take him on a cattle drive, much to good for that. He sure was comfortable. Next time you ride a trotter (outside a Tenn Walker) and bouncing you around just sit up straight, even if it feels like you are leaning back. You should then be able to ride for hours without it bothering you. I still regard those as the good old days, cause they were.

B****s can't stand Hillary but v**ed for Obama twice. All about skin color.
CCP - Chinese C*******t Party
CCP - Command & Control Positions - Holdover deep state t*****rs everywhere.

Obama is still the deep state shadow president running the r**ts and anarchists. But union workers, middle-class workers, and b****s are now deserting the Dems. Due to decimating cities, jobs, and economy using WHO, CDC, F***i, Birx. Hot spots pushed to shut down Trump rallies, turn non-CV-19 into positive CV-19. Weather continues to warm-up and deaths continue to drop.

Blue states desperate for funds but not getting it, so they v**e against people getting funds to survive. Holding them hostage for funds to blue states. Lock down Christians who want to worship in church to demoralize them. Isn't working, Christians are resisting or worshiping at home and suing.

Wray is a CCP and still protecting the deep state but being forced to release data in drips and drabs by Judicial Watch. Judge Sullivan a CCP told by Obama to stop Flynn from being freed. The judge becomes a prosecutor, but on Aug 12th, Flynn gets an en-banc hearing and Sullivan gets removed. Then the gloves comes off and the pain comes for the Dems.

Mobilize conservative candidates to run against blue state CCP mayors, Govs, the House turns Red because Dems have mostly be found guilty of treason and GOP numbers increase in the Senate. Remove deep state Supremes by exposing them as t*****rs.

HCQ + zinc works if taken as early as possible. Front line doctors will expose F***i and Birx by making them release studies proving mask and googles are useless. CDC will okay use of HCQ because they will be forced to by the science, evidence, and front line doctors.

Red states will fully open and economy will begin to rebound. Remaining A****a, B*M, and anarchists rounded up. Barr and Durham make arrests of all known deep state players and t*****rs and sent to GITMO for Tribunals and executed.

Trump now runs without any serious opposition, v**er ID is approved and everyone v**es in person, wins his second term. Infrastructure begins in earnest and once blue states all turn red. Soros funded DAs removed. The fundamental restructuring of America is complete, White House, House, Senate, and Supremes are all GOP. No filibusters, all judges approved by voice v**es. The nation is once again unified, a Republic if we can keep it. The Constitution, Bill of Rights, and sound money is restored.

I could probably tweak it a little more but that's how I see the next three months unfolding. Yes, I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one! MAGA, WWG1WGA!

I always had a barn full of horses to ride. Spent about two hours a day on those I was breaking or training. I love a good pleasure horse. Had a black mare like Ben Johnson rode in most of his movies. At a walk she could cover a lot of ground, her lope was like a rocking chair, but her trot was painful to endure. Had to stand up in the stirrups when I trotted her. It jarred every bone in my body.

During the summer I rode from dawn til 10 pm, during school it was one before school and til 10 pm at night. Thankfully, we had lights in our arena and a neighbor had 600 acres and he let me use his land because I let him know of any problems I saw with his cattle or fencing.

I roped a little too, do you remember Roy and Ray Cooper? Saw them at the Dixie Nat'l in Jackson, MS. in Feb. a few times, poetry in motion. Got pretty good and then tried bulldogging. Loved it, but wasn't built for it, too short and too light or the steers were too big. Either way, I gave it up after the third time I was run over by a four legged freight train with horns.

Love throughbreds too, the worse bucking stock I ever rode and tried to break. I got a few to break and you never knew when they were going to explode under you. Most were abused in the gates or started too young and just crazy and saw buggers everwhere.

One threw me through a three-strand barbed wire fence like a bullet. Ripped my clothes but I didn't get a scratch. One tossed me higher than I'd ever been, I landed face down and spread-eagled in a hard-packed area. I know I couldn't breathe for over three minutes, just before I passed out, I started breathing again. The big red beast was just watching me from about ten feet away, I swear he was laughing at me. Anyway, after about ten minutes I was able to get back on him and he never bucked again. Guess he just wanted to show me who was boss.

Instead of paying me a Doctor offered me a deal for breaking a mare. A grandson of Go Man Go. I went to his place and looked at him, a beautiful three year old bay gelding, so we made a deal. Wasn't a horse I couldn't break. I later found out he had been to three professional trainers and none could break or ride him. He loved to buck. It was his thing.

The first month he bucked every day, after that he settled down if I rode him hard every day. Skip a day and he would buck. The neighbor with the 600 acres told me a highway was being built right through the middle of his place. When it was almost paving time, I decided to see how fast my horse could run, so I eased him out on the roadbed and figured out about a mile stretch and loped him a little ways and then asked for a little more speed. He kept stretching out longer and longer and I felt like my feet were about to start d**gging the ground.

Then I realized, if he tripped or stumbled, I was probably going to die, so I gradually slowed him down. Never been on a horse that fast in my life. I was on cloud nine for a week. Then I had to sell him because dad said he needed some money. Or maybe he was worried the horse would k**l or maim me. You never knew what my dad was really thinking.

I had a nice padded seat Circle Y stock saddle, even the fenders had a little padding, basically a cutting saddle. It was the only saddle I ever had. Whenever I used another saddle I felt exposed and out of my element. Weird, but the only way I know to explain it.

Sorry, get me talking about horses and my jaw becomes unhinged and starts flapping in the wind. I'll hush now.