In September of 2005 I inherited a wonderful new friend. He is a horse. My father in law left him in my care.

David Wells told me that he is a Half Haflinger.

He has been a lot of fun. I have been riding horses my whole life but I never had to take care of one. Its a different deal. Its been an enjoyable thing to have in my life.

From learning how to saddle up and clean hoofs and rope and ride at the same time, its been a hoot.

I do want to thank the folks at the Blue Gate Restaurant In Shipshawanna Indiana for teaching me little about draft horses and harnessing.

 

BOB AT CHRISTMAS

" Jingle All The Way"

Steve, Bob and Skylar at Skylars 2nd birthday party.

                                                           

     This is what Bob was doing the first day I met him a few days after Christmas in 1997. This is my Father in Law introducing me to Bob, David Wells is getting ready to take us all on a ride down a country road.

 

                 

David Wells is warming up the Bob and Bill horse team before hooking up the big wagon. Bob is the horse on the left. Bill is on the right, Bill went to horse heaven and Bob didn't have a team mate to pull the wagon with . So began my story with Bob. You may not be able to see it in this picture but the horses were pulling a huge tire behind the little chariot that David was riding. He used it to smooth the road out and get the horses warmed up. David was very good with this team. I hope to ride with David again soon.

Longing for greener pastures.

 

Last night I learned what a fence charger is and how it feels to a horse. I don't think that thing had worked since 1975 when it was built. It was just waiting for me to touch it. Its like a stun gun for your fence. Bzzzz. So you know me, I had to take it all apart and see what it was made out of. Neat, No solid state junk in there. I wonder .....I bet I could hook it up the a microphone and really have some fun. ITS ALIVE... "spoken like Dr Frankenstein".

 

 

Here is a picture of my self propelled lawn mower.

 

This was before I figured out where the saddle was. Bob knows at this point how easy it is to throw me off. Look at him, he is thinking about it while this picture was being taken. I look like Michael Keeton in a bad Clint Eastwood movie. I think it would be a Lasagna Western.