f100cleveland
When In Doubt,THROTTLE ON
My neighbor bought a couple of draft horse about 4 years ago when they were about a year old. The guy he got them from neglected them to the point of one going down all the time. It had ribs showing and large festering sores. Every day for a couple of weeks my son and I went over there and helped him get the horse up to eat and drink. We had to help hold him up on ether side while the owner led him around. Now they are a beautiful matched team that he takes on wagon train rides (he built his own coverd wagon) pulls a sulkey plow and hay rack. It kind of embarases my son because he was so gratfull of our help he named the horses after us. 
