As evidence of the unusually mild disposition of the Mack K bloodline, let me share with you my proof of the extra-ordinary disposition of our stallion, Magnificent Mack K.

Having acquired him solely for breeding purposes as a yearling, and securing a herd of mares to breed him to, we have done that in the last few years. Observing the size, beauty and wonderful gaits of his progeny, most visitors to the farm would ask, "Can we ride him?  How long did it take to break him?"  "Was he hard to break?" "He's so big, I bet it took a lot to handle and break him?"

Now that I am offering him to stud by private treaty and offering for sale, many of his off-spring, all of my family members have been telling me that most prospective breeders and buyers will probably want to first see Magnificent Mack K under saddle. 

Acknowledging that this would be the case, I set out to find a younger man to break him to ride.  (I was 64 years old at the time). I know this horse to be an extremely gentle giant, having spent much time in his stall with him, hand breeding him to several mares, personally attending to his scrapes and bruises, hand feeding, teaching him to park out, picking up his feet regularly leading him to and from the automatic walker for exercise, grooming, bathing, and brushing. 

However, due to his large size and his being a breeding stallion all his life with no one ever on his back, there was no one remotely interested in attempting the task of saddle breaking him.  Magnificent Mack K had never had a blanket, saddle or rider on him ever!  He was 6 years old.

On Aug.11th, as I was enjoying my early morning coffee I thought, 'What the hell, I know this horse - he knows me'.  Before any of the ranch hands arrived for work, I went to the barn, brought Magnificent Mack K outside,  and put him on the walker for 15-20 minutes.  After unhooking him from it, I brushed him, fussed with his mane and tail, and as he just stood there with me, both of us enjoying the quiet, peaceful morning, I gently put a blanket on him.  Since he readily accepted the blanket, I then put a saddle on him.  Again no problem.  I slipped a bosal on his head;  he said okay!  Slapping the leather seat, girth strap, and stirrups against his body for a few minutes elicited no apparent concern about any of it.  I slowly, but deliberately mounted this mountain of a horse.  After rubbing both sides of his neck and front shoulders for a few minutes, I urged him to move forward and it began!