My \”Mistake\” Was What He Needed
As the white Dodge truck pulling a red horse trailer drove away from our home, I couldn\’t help but feel a little sad. Inside the trailer was a spirited paint gelding who had taught my son Talmage more about leadership, assertiveness, and the kind of girl you don\’t want to marry, than any other person (or animal) could have.
The story began over 2 years earlier when I flew to Billings, Montana with my good friend, Lee Caldwell. We were going to one of the largest horse auctions in the country and I was on a mission to bring home a couple \”kid\” horses for my two sons. While on the plane Lee gave me some expert advice that I would later regret not listening to. \”Be careful not to get caught up in the moment and start bidding when a great looking horse comes into the ring, if you haven\’t seen it out back in the corrals first\” he said. He explained how dishonest people will sometimes drug the horse before it comes into the sales barn to make it seem calm and docile.