Column by Hal Walter
Equines – June 2000 – Colorado Central Magazine
WHEN I WAS ABOUT 6, during one of my family’s cross-country migrations, my great-uncle Glenn, who plowed untold acres of northern Missouri with horses and mules, put me on the back of a Shetland pony. My parents and other family members watched in horror as the pony bolted. He bucked and galloped across the grassy farmland, finally jerking to a stop just short of a fence. Somehow I managed to stay on, but I believe the experience scarred me for life.
