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I grew up in Cleveland, my dad grew up in Cleveland, and my grandpa moved to Cleveland from Saskatchewan Canada after World War I with his war bride from England. I just learned last year from my dad, that while growing up on the family ranch in Canada, grandpa caught and trained wild horses and rode in the Calgary Stampede, the ultimate rodeo according to Joe. I also didn’t know until recently that when he applied for his job as a Cleveland policeman, he initially was supposed to be a member of the mounted unit. My grandmother put the breaks on that though since she was scared my grandfather would get hurt. I guess she thought being a mounted policeman was a lot more dangerous than being a beat cop. I don’t know about that, especially back in the 1920s ‘30s and ‘40s, but I sure wish my grandma had been a little more horse savvy so she wouldn’t have insisted my grandpa leave the mounted unit.
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It’s All About The Shoulders

by Terry Myers

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Having trouble with your horse bucking or rearing? Barring any physical problems, your problem is in your horse’s shoulders. Problems with collection? It’s a shoulder problem. Horse loping too fast? Yep—it’s a shoulder problem. Knocking down a barrel in your barrel pattern? Definitely a shoulder problem. Missing leads or lousy spins in reining? You guessed it—shoulder problem.
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The Cleveland Mounted Police Unit

by Kathy King
Co-host, Cuyahoga County Farm Bureau

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The Cleveland Mounted Police Unit has a rich history that spans over 100 years. I remember my first encounter with a Mounted Officer in downtown Cleveland. I was working and had come out for walk on E. 12th Street on my break when I heard a familiar clip clop. From that day in 1997 forward, I was hooked and always on the look-out for these steeds as I walked to Public Square.
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