The first real trade I remember making was with my Dad. It was in the mid 50′s or so. I went in a barn out of Kirkland, Arizona, just looking around. There was a U.S. bit, s shanked, still had the brass on the cheeks hanging on the wall. I asked old Hugh what he would take for the bit. He said, “hell, take it, it aint no good.” So I did grab onto it. I don’t guess that was a real trade.
Dad had some Ortega rawhide I really wanted, but there hadn’t been any trade in Dad until I got home with that U.S. bit. Dad was riding an old horse he really wanted to try that bit on. So, darned if I didn’t get him traded for an Ortega bosal, about a nice a working hackamore you could find. Of course Dad wanted to help me out, or he wouldn’t have traded.
Couple years later I let a dog get into this piece of art, and said pooch chewed the heel knot off of it! First dog I ever got into. I got Mr. Ortega’s address and sent the bosal to him. I think in Walnut Creek, Ca or possibly Walnut Grove. Anyhow, he put a new heel knot on for me and charged a whopping $3.50 !! Plus shipping and handling. I kept the paperwork for years and now can’t find it, but I still have that Ortega bosal and have used it thru the years. Now it is just like me and just hangs around.