When I read of horses being starved, I think back to when I was about 12. My grandfather gave me a horse. Soon to follow was a short lecture from my dad about horse responsibility and treatment. “When thirsty,” he said, “the horse drinks first. At the end of the day, the horse eats first. Never tie the horse in the sun on a hot day, and remove the saddle if you will not be riding for a while.”
Simply put, his message boiled down to one simple fact: The horse will provide transportation across the streams, through the woods and everywhere else I want to go, so take care of him and he'll take care of you. Yes, my dad was from the days when horses provided the power for transportation of people, harvested crops, hauled wood for home heating and cooking, plus much more. And my horse carried me many miles, held lots of calves for doctoring, provided sport in roping contests and, best of all, would follow me down a sandy country road when I was escorting a girlfriend from church to her home.
This is the West. Westerners do not starve horses!
Ott Johnson, Stillwater