You know you're a CZhorseman if you remember:
Following the storm ditches thru the jungle.
Knowing what "weatherbeat" is.
Riding the back trails at the old Mindi Dairy.
Leading horses across the bridge at Gatun Locks, while drivers stopped and stared.
Riding the back way to Brazos Brooks Golf course for a Saturday lunch.
Sharing mangoes with your horse.
Sitting in the sun, in a heavy black coat, in an equitation lineup hoping for a breeze to blow.
Riding to the old Gatun train station by the third cut.
Eating fresh Papaya you just picked from the roof of the stable.
Smelling the smoke from when they burn the sawgrass.
Feeding the coati mundi's in the pasture.
Riding the back way from Albrook to Pedro Miguel.
Sliding thru water puddles on the slick grass with our tall black riding boots- like skateboarding.
Tieing your horses at the Am Legion in Gatun for Wontons and fried rice.
Washing blood off your horses neck after it had been bit by a bat during the night.
Riding to Margarita for burgers at the KC (Knights of Columbus).
Following the pipeline roads thru the jungle.
Ever having used sour oranges on your horses "weatherbeat".
Riding to the lighthouse at Atlantic stable - out on the point of the canal entrance in Limon Bay.
Fresh Rose Apples, star fruit!
Eating Lunch at the Tarpon club as the horses grazed under the huge trees.
Swimming horse in the river by Pedro Miguel.
Taking horse to the Gatun Yacht Club.
Riding horses to the "top of the world" overlooking the Gatun Yacht Club.
Feeling sorry for the bush ponies with bad fitting saddles and only woven grass or palm fronds for a saddle pad.
Picking "horse candies" for the horses.
Spending the night at the skidocks
Riding from Gatun to Randolph three days before the show, because your horse wouldn't load into a trailer.
Watching horse races at the hippodromo and feeling sorry for the losers - someone has to be fed to the lions at the track zoo.
Leading snorting horses over the Old bridge at the spillway at Gatun Dam.
Going out with buckets and aterfilled fly spray bottles to put out the fence posts- when they burn the saw grass next to the stable.
Riding along the cement storm drains behind Clayton.
Taking the horses to the big mud puddle that forms in the pasture when it rains and watching them splash and roll.
Playing spot light tag on horseback.
Riding past the Gatun Yacht Club and salvage dept/diving school to the third cut and riding down to the edge of the cliff.
Standing on our horses back's to reach guavas from the tree.
Riding thru the jungle listening to the birds and the monkeys.
Using blueing to bleach the red mud stains off the white parts of your horse.
Riding in the pouring rain.
Instant sunrises and sunsets.