And the best part was, I was only 4 or 5 and he’d let me catch him out in the meadow with a small rope and a can of grain. And only I could catch him. I’d call and call and finally he would come. My dad would try to catch him and he’d run off and keep running until my dad was mad enough shoot him. If Ranger needed caught for anything, I had to do it. I’m sure it was the very foundation of any self-confidence I was to gain in life. He made me feel very special.
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