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| Riding the open range. |
Here we have the business end of a horse . . . which is what you get when you trail-ride with a group. Unless you lead. That's my daughter in the green shirt--she's on a gorgeous horse named Buck. You can see my horse's brown ears in the pic--just barely. His name's Doc, and he has arthritic knees, so he was a mellow ride. Though he did try to brush me off his back every time we neared a fence. And whenever a lush green clump of grass appeared, he'd stop for a snack.
These are open-pasture horses, used to grazing in meadows and such, and Doc couldn't bear to walk by grass without a nibble. Our guide would yell at me: "Don't let Doc eat on the ride!" but I couldn't help it. If I had to trudge around with people on my back all day long, the least they could allow me is a measly snack. So every chance I got I let him sneak a bite.
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