My story about horses, I was about 5-6 years old I was standing with my back side to a horse fence at my uncle's place next to our's and was watching my uncle do something, that part is hazy anyway this horse came up and clamped down on my shoulder, tell you what I was in pain! The SOB finally let go and my uncle came over seeing what happened stuck his cigar right into that horses nose . . . that was not enough for me I went to a burn pile and got me the biggest chunk of wood I could swing and I clobbered that d amn horse.
and for the rest of the story I had several daughters that just had to have horses.
My grandfather tells a story of a horse at a farm he was caretaker at. There was this one horse who didn't trust anybody but the owner and supposedly it kicked the last few caretakers. So my grandfather is in the stall sweeping it out and as he gets round the backside this horse rears up and just as its about to kick him, with lightning fast reflexes and anticipation, he side steps the horse and it plants 2 hooves right into the stall wall, and my grandfather grabs one of the horses legs while still horizontal up against the wall. He sets the leg down then the horse figures its about the get a whallopin' but he just pets the horse and earns its respect and it never tried to kick him again. I still remember the horse's name was Thor.
Don't know if it's true, wasn't there when it happened. But I did go to that farm for a summer to help out, and was always warned of that horse, and the owner she couldn't figure out why that horse didn't mess with my grandfather, but it did with everyone else.
I was there for a tractor story though... That farm always had this old M-F tractor, if I had to guess, it was likely a 135. My grandfather would just leave it in gear and shut it off, and guaranteed it would be right where you left it. Well one day the owner takes delivery of this brand new shiny John Deere hydrostatic drive, not sure on model but it was similar in size. So my grandfather hitches this new rig up to the trailer, (think old pickup bed on modified truck frame type trailer) and we go down by the barns to do some weed trimming around the road, barns, chicken coop, and the little ponds. These were deep but fairly small, more like a 20' deep puddle. Now since it was late 1980's in July/August, they were mostly dry, maybe only 2 feet of water in the bottom. So he parks this new rig, I hop off the trailer tailgate and we start running the trimmers. Can't really hear a thing, over the gas trimmers and he goes around the side of the barn and a few minutes later comes back out to the trail and the tractor is gone. First he's eyeballing me for takin it on a joyride, but I was still there working. Then he starts to think, maybe the owner came down and took her new toy for a spin, but he walks up towards the house and sees her there but no tractor, so he's looking all over for this thing starting to question his own sanity, but then sees this little red glimmer in the sun by the pond and says what in the sam hill is that? Sure enough, there's the John Deere nose first down in the pond and if it wasn't for the taillight of the trailer reflecting in the sun, he might have had to call the police for a tractor nabbin'! Apparently there was enough of a hill for the hydrostatic to slowly roll down the trail and down into this deep pond. We went and got the MF 135 and slowly pulled it back up the hill, only damage was a branch cracked the plastic lens on the fender blinker, and a couple scratches. That's the day he learned that these new rigs have parking brakes and you NEED to use them! He went up and told her what happened, and then promptly bought her a new blinker lens!