My first job out of high school was on a dude ranch at Woodland Park, Colorado.
Thanks to my Dad, we grew up learning the value of hard work.
After being there just one month, the foreman gave me the best horse on the ranch to ride.
We called the horse Bakersfield Bally.
When the season ended on that ranch, the owner had me take a truckload of horses to Truckee, California. A distance of more than a thousand miles.
I was just 17 at the time, and by the way, I would never wear a black hat!