The buckskin was given to me as a yearling by the foreman of the King Brother’s Ranch – one of the finest people and horseman I have ever had the honor of knowing. I took physical possession of the “little buckskin” when he has 3 years old. He was the most special gift I had ever or will ever receive.
He was with me most all of my life in multiple states, through it all. He never let me down..he always knew what to do when I failed to pay attention. He was a talented cow-horse. He was the definition of “proud”.
No matter the size of a herd or the size of the horses in the herd, he always ended up the leader. He was a horse among horses.
In his last years he was on a very special family member’s beautiful pasture. They took excellent care of him and they bonded. I am very thankful for that. Once, not to long before he passed, they told me that the buckskin had gotten into a dispute w a fully mature bull over a mineral block. That was Panabar! There were many blocks available, but he decided to let the bull know that if Panabar took dibs on a block, then Panabar took dibs…get lost moo cow. The bull didn’t budge, but that did not dissuade Panabar from showing the bull his moves, savvy, bluster, and courage. I thought when listening to the story, “OMG! Don’t you know you aren’t a youngster anymore!!”. Respect was earned by both and the bull and Panabar became pasture mates.
It was an honor to have been his humble human.
You will always be missed, little guy, and I will love you forever and always.
Photo at age 25.