Montana and I recently moved to Knoxville, and today our new trainer called him a packer. I don’t know if I ever told you how his left front lameness turned out after we moved back to Tennessee, but we discovered that fall that he actually had an avulsion fracture of the cannon bone down by his fetlock. He was on stall rest for six months, and in the year and a half since then, I think I might have ridden him 30 times. We’re both pretty rusty at this point, so to hear that kind of praise from our new trainer made me incredibly proud of my old man. I have you two to thank for it. We made more progress in our two years at Punchestown than we had made in the seven years before that. You believed in our abilities, and you taught me to do the same. The amount of confidence that both Montana and I gained from your support has meant the world to me. When I bought him I wasn’t sure that we would ever be able to jump 2’6″ at all. You helped us do that at rated shows and move up briefly to 3′ before he got hurt, which was something I never in my wildest dreams thought that we would do. We may never get back to that level again, but I will always remember that we once did it, and that you got us there. I just wanted to take a minute while I was thinking about it to thank you for everything that you did for us while we were at Punchestown. We both miss you guys and the barn every day, even though we are very happy at our new place here in Knoxville.
Thanks Again, Grey