Very true. I knew a TB that the people couldn't get to stop or steer with any kind of bit. So they put him in a hackamore. Couldn't stop him in that either. I finally got him, had his teeth done, taught him to flex and soften his poll and jaw, and to not brace his back, and then hunted him in a Happy Mouth.

I remember the first time I saw a rattler curled up in my path. This one didn't look like a rattler, but I was still thinkin' 'snake'.