When I worked in the woods, I had my 2 border collies with me every day. Best dogs I every had. I was told that a lucky man had one great wife, one great dog and one great horse in his life. The Lord has blessed me me with all three. I had a horse named Crazy that no one wanted, but she would do anything for me. Packed elk, dragged dead cows, packed cougars, bears, didn't matter. Her only bad habbit was her stiff downhill walk, a killer. Many times I decided to walk down hill than ride, she was so rough, but I'd take Crazy any day. On one hunt we shot a nice bull and had to pack it out that night. I saddle packed 1/2 half so had to walk out. Up a very steep hill, Crazy started up to camp and I hung onto her tail and she pull me and the elk all the way up to camp. I'll never forget that.

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