Daily Archives: September 2, 2016
I got my first horse when I was 15 – a loaner. He belonged to Frank, a wheat farmer near Scott City, Kansas; a friend of the family. His son, Ray-Lee, worked for my dad. We’d go pheasant hunting each fall on … Continue reading
I was plopped in the River Mike on December 19, 1946, in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma at 4:45 in the morning. And thus my journey began. This is the section where I’ll share stories from the trip so far.