Apprenticeship
By early February, I’d worked Tex through thirty sessions.
The mechanics were improving. I thought that meant we were ready.
What I didn’t yet understand was the difference between repetition and understanding.
Horse Trading Is a Strange Business
When we got back to the house and untacked the horses, I knew I wasn’t just looking anymore. Standing there in that quiet corral, I stopped pretending. I didn’t just want a horse. I was ready to take responsibility for one.
Confidence in Strange Places
For the first time in eight weeks, I wasn’t managing Charlie. I was riding him.
It felt like learning a word in a language I didn’t yet speak.
Becoming a Student Again
Dusty got me in the saddle, but it took Charlie—and a stack of RFD-TV horsemanship shows—to turn me into a student again.
The Horsemanship Years
A look back at how horses entered my life, what they taught me, and how a casual blog became the start of a long horsemanship journey.