#cowboying

ive been learning alot more about bits lately but i. For the life of me. Cannot identify the bit i use

i really really like this bit, ive never met a horse that doesnt go well in this bit, but i do not know what it is. Ive been told its a broken correction bit but i dont think thats right . Id love to get a second one of these bits thats maybe not 30 years old but i cant find ANYTHING .

DUDE i need to start counting how many people have been in this EXACT SITUATION!!!!!!!! like 4?? 5??? omg next thing you know ill be a-

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i was born in buttfuck nowhere, wyoming . Like, the closest neighbor i had was ~20 miles away. my family was all cowboys. I was stuck in the saddle since i was 3mo old. But as i grew up, my dad slowly but surely distanced me from the cowboying lifestyle- i had a natural talent for riding horses, so he didnt even bother to teach me that. By the time i was 7, the only connection to cowboying i had was my horses and the occasional bum calf. yk why? it was cause my dad thought girls couldnt cowboy. Also cause he lowk skedaddled. for a while, i lost my love for horses and cowboying and everything related to it. But as i got older, i started loving horses and cowboying and being country so much more. This coincided with me becoming more comfortable in my own masculinity.

For me, cowboying and my own transness are almost one and the same. My horses & long days on the prairies made me more of a man than cutting my hair or trying to pass ever did. When i grew up, i became a cowboy. When i grew up, i became a man, too.

as i learn more about horsemanship and more about the labor of my trade, the more intertwined they get.