Heck, our grass is so tall here at the Ranch after 36" of rainfall this year, that I'd have trouble finding a "short" horse in it!
Nice roping saddle, Huntsman.
I've still got my Great GrandDad's old saddle, Spurs, and bridle. It was my first saddle when I started riding at age 5. He busted Broncs for a living on the famous Four Sixes (6666) Ranch when he was a teenager, and his Dad was the chuckwagon cook, on roundups and drives.
My first horse was his last horse. A stud he raised from a Colt. Great GrandDad died when I was 6, and he was 86. The horse was 17 years old when I got him. 17 hands high, and I had to get him up beside the cow pens so I could climb on him. GrandDad would put me on him when we were working cows, and the old stud did all the work. I was pretty much just a passenger.
