He rode into our lives last year in the Crowsnest Pass. I don’t know if I was more impressed with his big chestnut horse, his “can do” attitude or his killer smile. But no matter how you cut it, you can’t help but notice The Wrangler. He rode with us for 12 days that year and swore he would be back.
This last winter, our Wrangler convinced us to purchase a 30-Foot cargo trailer and outfit it for the ride. It was the best damned suggestion I’ve ever received. And then he took it one further and has offered to pay half of the price.
This year Wrangler is a Longrider. He helps riders with their horses and tack. If something needs fixing, he’s your man! Got a problem: 9 times out of 10 Wrangler can help. Rain or shine this man’s no quitter. When we were caught in a vicious storm in Tilley this year, while Rusty and I were unhitching horses from wagons and holding anxious horses for their riders, Wrangler was out there too. We got more than an inch of rain in less than an hour. The wind was clocked at 100 km/hr, driving the rain almost horizontally at us. There was terrible lightning, and it was dangerously close to our location. But there he was … loading horse after horse into the 28′ stock trailer while their riders piled into vehicles and went back for their rigs.
Wrangler isn’t just handy to have around either. He’s a pleasure as well. He’s always happy — always got a smile. I think I can safely say that there isn’t a rider or a volunteer who doesn’t like him.
Mrs. Sovdi, you raised a great son.