The highlight of my shoeing career was helping my dad put one of the shoes back on when I was a kid of about 10 or 11 or so, their farrier was sick or something. Talk about a big horse, this was back in the 1950's sometime as I recall. They brought it down in front of the blacksmith shop. Dad told me to check the foot left hind as I recall and remove the nails and clean the hoof up. The handler about had a fit. They had their own nails, biggest horseshoe nails I had seen at that time. Biggest Shoe too.
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Knowledge must be shared or it lies dead in the mind.
The Blacksmith must use Hammer and Flame to force the iron down the path of his own choosing.
I usually find it much easier to be wrong once in while than to try to be perfect.
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