Speaking of saddles...several years ago, my next door neighbor was saddle breaking a 2 yo gelding. He had it saddled and turned it loose in his fenced front yard to get used to having it on his back. I looked over there and saw that the colt had apparently scratched it's nose with a hind hoof and the hoof had gone right through the stirrup. All hell was getting ready to cut loose. I called the guy and ran over there and got hold of the halter about the time that he came out of the house. The colt was scared but we were able to get the cinch unbuckled before anyone got hurt.


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