Hippy Sanchez, whose photo with his new Dodge truck is on this page, has been roping since he was about five years old and his hobby has paid off with several very nice wins.

“It’s not all about winning a roping,” Hippy said. “What I enjoy most is the support and the comrade from all the local cowboys when I go to an event. Cowboys will help you out if you need a horse or anything. They just encourage each other and congratulate those that win after beating them out in the competition. I am happiest when I am at a roping just to be with others interested in the same things and if I get lucky and win that’s just frosting on the cake.”

Hippy’s attitude is a state of mind shared by cowboys and cowgirls and one of the reasons that cowboys are often looked up to. They also have a common attitude about caring for their horses that are so vital to the sport that they enjoy so much. That is the reason that a recent experience with horses literally being starved to death and totally neglected was first reported by the cowboys who saw it happening. Those whose business it is to have an interest in the care of all animals paid attention to the complaints with the result that the horses were picked up and placed in a better environment.

I was thinking the other day about some of the things in life that give me the greatest pleasure; things that make me smile and remember the great blessings we have in life. One of those things is watching well-fed horses playing in the meadow or coming up to the fence to be petted. Good memories include getting up early in the morning, saddling up and riding my favorite mare across the pasture before most of the world was awake. There is a clear picture in my mind of that red fox we surprised while he was grabbing a drink from a tank. There was that time in the late afternoon when the sunset was so spectacular with deep pink edges and a flaming red center that Lady and I sat still for several minutes and just watched a sight made for us and never to be seen again.

Remembering all the good times that I have shared with a horse makes me grateful for God’s creation. How could anybody abuse such a beautiful animal? How could a civilized human lock a horse in a stall and give it only a handful of grain every few days?

Most of the human population would think this extreme cruelty yet someone did just that.Hippy Sanchez, whose photo with his new Dodge truck is on this page, has been roping since he was about five years old and his hobby has paid off with several very nice wins.

“It’s not all about winning a roping,” Hippy said. “What I enjoy most is the support and the comrade from all the local cowboys when I go to an event. Cowboys will help you out if you need a horse or anything. They just encourage each other and congratulate those that win after beating them out in the competition. I am happiest when I am at a roping just to be with others interested in the same things and if I get lucky and win that’s just frosting on the cake.”

Hippy’s attitude is a state of mind shared by cowboys and cowgirls and one of the reasons that cowboys are often looked up to. They also have a common attitude about caring for their horses that are so vital to the sport that they enjoy so much. That is the reason that a recent experience with horses literally being starved to death and totally neglected was first reported by the cowboys who saw it happening. Those whose business it is to have an interest in the care of all animals paid attention to the complaints with the result that the horses were picked up and placed in a better environment.

I was thinking the other day about some of the things in life that give me the greatest pleasure; things that make me smile and remember the great blessings we have in life. One of those things is watching well-fed horses playing in the meadow or coming up to the fence to be petted. Good memories include getting up early in the morning, saddling up and riding my favorite mare across the pasture before most of the world was awake. There is a clear picture in my mind of that red fox we surprised while he was grabbing a drink from a tank. There was that time in the late afternoon when the sunset was so spectacular with deep pink edges and a flaming red center that Lady and I sat still for several minutes and just watched a sight made for us and never to be seen again.

Remembering all the good times that I have shared with a horse makes me grateful for God’s creation. How could anybody abuse such a beautiful animal? How could a civilized human lock a horse in a stall and give it only a handful of grain every few days?

Most of the human population would think this extreme cruelty yet someone did just that.