Charles Redfern, may he rest in peace, was my mom's boyfriend when I was growing up. He taught me how to read a horse and anticipate problems before they happened. "If you see something that needs to be done, do it." He taught me how to halter break the babies, ride the greenies, and never leave a gate open. He taught me to pull a trailer (and more importantly, how to back one up) and how to change a tire. Through him, I met people who taught me more about green horses and a racehorse trainer who taught me how to care for legs.
Carol Tracy, who we refer to as Mama Carol, taught me so much. She was my only trainer my first year as an all around. She helped me find the perfect horse, and then she taught me how to ride him. She taught me the value trail riding or gathering cattle for my competition horses. She is excellent at explaining things so that I can understand them. She has also taught me a lot about management and health.
And my mother. She instilled in me a love for horses, and more specifically, appaloosas. She financed my show career, got me great trainers and awesome horses. She is still trying to give me her adventurous spirit, but I'll only go so far, LOL. I swear, that woman is fearless.
Learning never stops