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Message: <blockquote data-quote="red dirt shootist" data-source="post: 4137924" data-attributes="member: 52708">I've read through this thread a couple times, and I guess I have to comment. Reminds me of my young days when I lived in Montana, over on the western edge, not big ranches, just mountains and hunting country. I owned two horses, Ronney, 6 years, 16 1/2 hands half Appolousa 1/2 Thoroughbred, and Kitten, a grade mare in her late twenties. Neither were cow horses and I wasn't a cowboy. But when I got home from work I'd throw a saddle on Ronney and take him out for a couple of hours, I lived at the base of the Bitterroot Selway Wilderness, it was like taking a Ferrari out for a spin, nothing but pleasure.  Then there was Kitten, work horse, hunted off of her, shot from the saddle, packed out bloody everything, skidded out logs, you name it. I worked for an outfitter for a couple years up there and the first fall we built the camp and a couple of corrals, just under the Divide a couple miles, in an area called Bloody Dick. So I took ole Kitten up there and my outfitter was walking around her, checking her out, and I said go ahead and sack her out, he looked at me and said she's solid, no need for that, I'll just say one thing, don't ask her to do anything she can't, but make her do everything you ask. I've tried that same approach with my wife, but it does work with horses. And then my Golden lab, constantly with me, I didn't even use hand signals, he knew what I was thinking before I did.I guess I just had to say sorry about Hamster, but it worked out OK, really good actually, now he has a new assignment, he's going to raise a little girl. Unless you've worked with an animal really close, it's hard to understand it all.</blockquote>

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