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September 28 2024

Bucky and I stopped in at a friend's Kansas ranch on 
our way home from the mountains, as is our custom.

Ten photos:




Bob didn't have a saddle or a bit for Jackson, his friend's 
mule who was staying with him.  But that's okay, I wanted to 
ride him bareback and without a bit.

Jackson is 16 hands tall and strong-willed.  But we had 
a mountain of affection for each other and he was fine 
throughout our ride in the pasture.  He is the old mule 
in the photo above.





Here is Jackson again, with Bucky.  Bucky got tangled up 
in Jackson's front hooves at the outset of our ride, but 
they managed to get untangled with nonchalance:









Bucky and Dolly:




Bob's neighbor and Bob:










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