Christmas Eve we lost our long time friend and amazing pony mule.
Fred stood 13 hands and was probably the toughest equine we'd ever had. Rich got Fred 34 years ago. He was part of a driving team of matched small mules. Fred rode and drove and Rich kept Fred and sold Jenny.
A life long journey was started. Fred helped a veteran with his PTSD. Mules became my husband's passion. Every other mule we ever had was compared to the tough little pony mule.
If you were a novice rider or a child, he'd take care of you. He'd walk as if he were on egg shells. If you were balanced and experienced...he was quick and light. He was a trickster. He was quick and won me a lot of placings in poles and barrels against big horses.
We team penned with him and lent him out to a young girl for a year to ride in competitions.
We hunted at night off from him. He was an expert at finding treeing hound dogs. He could take you home or back to the trailer if you lost your way.
Fred taught me about mules. He was so much smarter than I was and he outwitted me so many times.
Fred on the water road KVR 1996
He was spunky and ready to rumble.