I know nothing. I can handle a horse somewhat...I want carrots for Ol' Nippy though, that sumbitch.
This asshole thinks I want his fillies and I'm over here trying to talk my buddy outta choppin' his nuts off (or rubber-banding them and letting them wither)
And the sumbitch tries to nip me.
Oh yeah, I petted his girls, he didn't like that.
Well, that horse don't want none of me.

He'll regret the day he fucked with me. Oh no.

Don't do that. Drive that thing to the ground with 1 finger.
Yeah.
I'm not exactly the easiest target in the world.
I could make a horse roll over with 1 finger, but I wouldn't want to do that, because it would be painful for the horse.
That depends..sometimes there's a bad sumbitch young horse or bull, and that has to be reckoned with by men.
Worst scenario ever in my life was a yearling red bull. A few months earlier, he was OK. He got that testosterone goin', boy. That was a way different story. That sweet boy turned into a freakin' maniac.
It was all force and leverage getting him in the trailer to go to market.
And don't put any appendages around him. Oh, bad.
He wasn't smart enough to know what was coming, he was just a peckerhead.
I've loved on black bulls 3x the size of that maniac with muscles on muscles and they were sweet as pie, but that bull was an asshole and a half.