TexasJerseyMilker
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The first and greatest horse of my life was a Thoroughbred Quarter cross mare. I bought her with my babysitting money when I was 15. She had the fire and bone structure of the TB and the mind and muscle of a Quarter horse. The break away speed and kept running, never quit, and she outran 38 horses (in teenage kid races).Rode her 30 miles to the sea and back over mountains and hills, even in storms at night. She went through a range fire and jumped the fireline so we could escape. I rode her in the Yosemite valley at night, crossed the icy Merced river and I saw Bridalveil Falls falling in the moonlight between her up pricked ears. One time she went toward a screaming mountain lion because I asked.
She made me survive my idiotic teenage years and I made her survive her old age. She lived 40 years and was still ridable (at a walk). I have her bones in a crate to be buried with, Tamar on one side, husband on the other. In fact I was riding her in his hayfield in 1980 when he rode up on a black horse and he also became my soulmate. Such a one comes only once in life and does not come again. But I never expected any other horse to be like her, so I enjoyed them for what they were. The horse I have now is a 16.2 hand Saddlebred. I'm 70 years old and don't ride him much because he is not brave I don't want to fall off that far.
She made me survive my idiotic teenage years and I made her survive her old age. She lived 40 years and was still ridable (at a walk). I have her bones in a crate to be buried with, Tamar on one side, husband on the other. In fact I was riding her in his hayfield in 1980 when he rode up on a black horse and he also became my soulmate. Such a one comes only once in life and does not come again. But I never expected any other horse to be like her, so I enjoyed them for what they were. The horse I have now is a 16.2 hand Saddlebred. I'm 70 years old and don't ride him much because he is not brave I don't want to fall off that far.
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