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A prerequiste for growing up on a horse farm in Middle Tennessee is a good pair of riding boots. Every horse lover knows there is no substitute for a comfy pair of boots. Not too long after I married my horse trainer husband (twenty seven years ago and counting), he bought me a pair of Justin ropers. I only wish I could say how many miles I have ridden and walked in those boots. Though I ride mostly in English saddles, recently my husband bought me a trail gelding. I have been riding him in a western saddle for the past few months. The other day I pulled on my boots to go ride and noticed something different when I walked. Upon closer inspection of my beloved boots, there were cracks in the bottom of the soles. Immediately I jump my hubby, accusing that old western saddle of ruining my best boots. My patient and understanding husband (the one who married a blonde) calmly replied, “It wasn’t the saddle honey, it was the twenty something years before the saddle.”