How to Deal with Horses

As a young horse trainer, desperately waiting to be discovered, my young wife and I hauled our horses all over Texas, New Mexico, and Colorado.

On one trip we took two quarter horses to our new home near Denver.

The trailer we pulled was homemade by an Aggie. He had painted it orange. Perhaps that should have been a sign. Aggies hated orange, as it is the University of Texas color. Maybe he hated the trailer. It was a bumper pull trailer with a ramp. My dad got it for us cheap.

Now, our horses could jump up to get in a stock trailer or even a two wheel drive pick-up. But they didn’t savvy ramps too pretty good. So, when Santa Fe started up the ramp, he heard the hollow sound, and his head, which he held as high as his long neck and sixteen-hand body would go, was too high to fit under the trailer roof.

We finally got him in the trailer to leave College Station. But when we overnighted at our friends place in Childress, at the corner of the Panhandle, we were unable to convince him to get in. After an hour of coaxing, my friend suggested that I put my jacket over his eyes, and tie it in place, then lead him in. It was like a miracle!

Because he trusted me, though heaven only knows why, blindfolded he’d follow me anywhere.

That was the beginning of my understanding that there might be a different way to train horses. It was twenty years later that I heard Ray Hunt utter the phrase

“Give ‘em a better deal!“

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