The only thing I know is that, on one elk hunt, the outfitter had mules. They were giants — I don’t know how many hands, but big. It seemed their withers were level with my eyes although I’m sure they weren’t that tall. I’m six feet tall.
My first thought was, “oh Lord, what have I gotten myself into..”. It was the smoothest, most sure footed ride I ever experienced. Didn’t try to bite me, buck me off, or jump over small obstacles like some horses I’ve ridden had.
