I am not sure whether I found my way to horses or horses found their way to me, but growing up on a large horse farm probably had something to do with it!  My family owns a large training facility in Raleigh, North Carolina.  From the age of six or seven, I could usually be found [...]

Even as a young kid, I knew I belonged on the back of a horse. As you can see from this picture, (yes…that is me on Black Jack), I could barely see from under the visor of my helmet, and my legs couldn’t reach the stirrup irons.