I had never been a horse person, but figured that there would be one in my life eventually, for I have a daughter. I am 62 now, but when I was 57 I met and married a woman that was a horse fanatic. We had 10 quarterhorses at the high point (4 of them new colts). But, happily, she left... and left me with two American Paints. But then, through her, I met Bob Browning up in Farmington New Mexico, and I got involved with training mustangs for the Forest Service. They bring wild mustangs in off the range and halter break them so that they can be adopted. I started with Bob, learning the techniques, and eventually trained 6 horses (4 stallions, later neutered, and 2 mares) before I could not afford the time away from my business.
What a rewarding experience! For someone that knows virtually nothing about horses, to train 6 wild ones was an extraordinary adventure. At first, I could not fathom how you would start to get friendly with a wild mustang. After all, these were animals (usually 4 to 10 years old) that had never even seen a human, and had never been alone in their lives. Now, they found themselves in a pen, all alone, with a person standing there! Eventually, I had them all to the point where when I entered the corral, they would walk up to me... and food was never involved. Anyone interested in any of this? I hope so, for it educated me on horses, and now I use some of the same techniques on my two pets... Lee Davis