Heather, you might have guessed it was Montana Whitetails I was talking about.
Ducks, that's a great name for a horse. One time when I was visiting a gal at her ranch we hopped on her horses to go for a ride. I kinda knew something was up when she asked how good I was at falling off a horse! I rode her thorobred stallion named Buster. Pretty nice riding horse, bareback, bitless bridle, Liked the reins a bit too high, but that's alright.
We went up hills and down hills. Suddenly Buster would not go until I guided one way then the other. Sara laughed and reminded me I said I fall pretty good. Oh boy. As we came to a rise, Buster stopped, faked left...then loosened his skin as he turned right, with just a little hop.
Down I went! Basically on my feet, hands helped. Stood up, there was Buster's eyes, right in mine, and he stomped my foot! I pulled it back, but it still cut a toe!
Buster was not a long distance hauler, that's for sure. When he's done with the ride, well, he's done with the ride, time's up, you're off.