Growing up on a dairy farm north of Deer Park, Mike Reiter, 68, spent plenty of time around cattle, and there were always a few horses in the barn.
“But we were never cowboys,” he said.
That’s why one year he was a bit puzzled by his father’s Christmas gift.
“We, four kids, looked forward to Christmas morning,” Reiter recalled. “When I was about 12, my dad gave my brother and me each a saddle for Christmas. My first thought was, ‘OK, there’s a saddle, now where’s the good stuff?’ It wasn’t like it was something I’d always wanted. It was neat, but not a toy.”
Still, the saddle
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