So, Suave, want to just donate your Lexi mare to the Calif. clique and we can all just take turns catch-riding her? I know my sister is just drooling over her right now, even as I type…
Ah, the Calif. western show girls. I really think we huntseat riders got a much better education than the riders of today, because we had to sit in the grandstands at the A shows and watch all sorts of classes: stockseat medals, reining classes, trail, and oh, the lively and thrilling saddleseat and fine harness classes. Didn’t you just love the 5-gaited events, when the announcer would triumphantly shout, “Now, Rack! Rack on!” About that time our horses would bolt from the in-gate back to the show barns!
Beezer: Not only did we have the mare with the toothbud in the ear and the draining channel of goo, but what about your mare, who, at her ripe old age STILL will not let anyone TOUCH her once fungus-infested left ear? “Warning! Your hands are approaching the ear zone. Warning!”