I was thinking tonight about the first glorious scene in a horse movie that forever captured my complete awe and amazement. For me, it was the scene from The Man From Snowy River where the main character and his brumbie mount fly off the cliff and run down the mountainside after the wild horses. The fearless moment when the brumbie did exactly as he was made, bred to do kicked in and the two of them conquered what the other ranch hands cowered at.
I'll never forget seeing that for the first time. I still hold my breath when I watch that scene, and every time I ride my horse down a hill, I feel a part of that same excitement no matter how dorky it is. Hehe
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I'll never forget seeing that for the first time. I still hold my breath when I watch that scene, and every time I ride my horse down a hill, I feel a part of that same excitement no matter how dorky it is. Hehe
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