My favorite horse, a Tennessee Walker named Captain, was purchased by my dad to rescue him from abuse and illness. We knew from the beginning he wouldn't live long, given all he'd been through, but we wanted to make the end of his life as comfortable, pleasant, and loved as possible. A year and a half later, he died of colic knowing that Pop and I loved him dearly. A gentler and sweeter horse I've never known and I'll never know. I played this song and wept alone after we buried him under his favorite tree where he loved to fall asleep in the sunlight. He wasn't a Paint, but this will always be Captain's song.
One of my favorites. You may remember the Blue Moon in Columbia Falls Montana: there was still a hitching post out back by the back door for one of the old timers who would ride to the bar and hitch up while he went inside. Furry sober driver. I would sing the song to one of our horses on a ranch in Arizona; tall roan mare who would come back from a trail ride and my job was to get the horses back to the barn and supervise the kids in caring for them (it was a rehab program that used equine therapy and was a working horse rescue too). Leeloo was hot and hungry and just wanted to get home one afternoon. I wasn’t leading her fast enough and she tried to wipe me off on a fence post. I gave her a little hip bump and stopped; she huffed at me and I patted her neck and said “ok ma’am, let’s get you home” and off we went. I rubbed her down and a quick curry comb while she got fresh water and hay. I was new at the ranch at the time, they gave me to her to see if I could handle it. We parted friends that evening. She’d come running to see me when I pulled into the parking lot by her corral. She sure knew her way home. On rides, she was rock steady and even with the most inexperienced rider, she just kept on the trail and circled back to the barn at the end. I miss her; good friend.❤
My favorite horse, a Tennessee Walker named Captain, was purchased by my dad to rescue him from abuse and illness. We knew from the beginning he wouldn't live long, given all he'd been through, but we wanted to make the end of his life as comfortable, pleasant, and loved as possible. A year and a half later, he died of colic knowing that Pop and I loved him dearly. A gentler and sweeter horse I've never known and I'll never know. I played this song and wept alone after we buried him under his favorite tree where he loved to fall asleep in the sunlight. He wasn't a Paint, but this will always be Captain's song.
Keep the stories and songs coming! They never get old!
Brings back memories for all of us for sure.
Thank you.
Great album! I wish you would do more of these in the future.
I like all of the stories!
You needn’t apologize for talking too long, I could listen all day long. Love the stories. God Bless.
Thanks Ned !!
Love the stories and the song thanks for doing these!
My favorite Chris Ledoux song, been waiting for this one. Thanks for the upload!
Powder River Home is my all time favorite.
Miss u pal and you’re right it should have been a single
One of my favorites. You may remember the Blue Moon in Columbia Falls Montana: there was still a hitching post out back by the back door for one of the old timers who would ride to the bar and hitch up while he went inside. Furry sober driver.
I would sing the song to one of our horses on a ranch in Arizona; tall roan mare who would come back from a trail ride and my job was to get the horses back to the barn and supervise the kids in caring for them (it was a rehab program that used equine therapy and was a working horse rescue too). Leeloo was hot and hungry and just wanted to get home one afternoon. I wasn’t leading her fast enough and she tried to wipe me off on a fence post. I gave her a little hip bump and stopped; she huffed at me and I patted her neck and said “ok ma’am, let’s get you home” and off we went. I rubbed her down and a quick curry comb while she got fresh water and hay. I was new at the ranch at the time, they gave me to her to see if I could handle it. We parted friends that evening. She’d come running to see me when I pulled into the parking lot by her corral. She sure knew her way home. On rides, she was rock steady and even with the most inexperienced rider, she just kept on the trail and circled back to the barn at the end. I miss her; good friend.❤
I think i like listening to the stories better than the singing, and the singing is perfect.