Hello Joel, Hope you found good happenings in the season and all the best in the new year.

 Would you be able to give me a contact for Travis, He gave us his card at the ranch rodeo in Edmontom guess i lost it .

Kathy D

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Hi Debra... I'd be happy to send you one.  The intent of the offer was, "subscribe today and we'll send you your first issue absolutely free." 5 issues for the price of 4.  No worries.  email your shipping address to joel@horsemansdvdmagazine.com and I'll be happy to ship you a copy.

Thanks... hope you enjoyed the show.

i saw your program on TV with the free magazine issue offer but when i tried to get the free issue there was no way to do this on the website.

False advertising?

Who was the best teacher you ever had?  Be that teacher to your horse.

I was amazed to learn recently that my first horse was a part Welsh pony named Pancho. Amazed because he couldn't have been part pony. He was huge.Or maybe I was kinda small.Pancho came to us through a teacher my dad had worked with in Harlem. Sadly, the horse was available due to the death of its previous child. He had a thick, bowed neck, a mass of flaxen mane, a head as long as I was tall, and feet like pie plates with long feathers of hair around his ankles.Pancho came fully equipped with all the kid horse basics. Patience to stand stock still while I wound the extra long saddle laces around my hand, tipped back to wedge my foot into a stirrup that was at eyeball level, braced my other foot against the back of his front leg, and turned nearly upside down in process of reeling myself up into the saddle.Pancho was the equivalent of an equine mini-van. He could carry four kids of varying ages, car seats not required. We once managed five, but when he broke into a trot the last kid slid off over his tail and hit the ground.Pancho also had a full ration of wisdom. He was smart enough to know exactly how fast I could go without bouncing off on my head. I could kick and cluck myself red in the face and we weren't going any faster. Given that my legs were about six inches long and I was kicking the saddle blanket instead of the horse, he didn't have much motivation to exceed his personal speed limit.He would go almost anywhere, though, at that speed. Up hill, down hill, across the creek (as long as he was convinced the crossing was appropriate). He would also go under tree limbs situated at the ideal height for scraping a child off the back of a horse, and we learned pretty fast to close the barn door before mounting up.When it came time to move cattle, we wandered along with the rest of the riders, somewhere in the vicinity of the back of the herd. Once in a long while we accidently got in the right place and were actually helpful. But mostly Pancho was just a mobil

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