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Sally PB said:
Where and when was that??^^
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I did a reverse image search because I was wondering if it was someplace real, it's so amazing. It's part of the Great Rift Valley which is a series of contiguous geographic depressions that goes from Turkey, through the Red Sea, to Mozambique. It's about 4,300 miles long. Not all of it is as dramatic as that but it is very impressive. I had never heard of it before.

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BigBlueHen53 said:
Belgian? About ... 18hh? Gorgeous horse!
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Yes, Belgian! That is Radar, the 2006–2009 Guinness Book of World Record holder for Tallest Living Horse. He was 19 hands 3.5 inches high and weighed over 2300 lbs. He passed away in 2016.

Big Jake, also a Belgian, took over the title in 2010. He was 20 hands 2.75 inches. He passed away in 2021.

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I think the current record holder is King Buck. He is another Belgian, 19.3 hands tall and 3,126 pounds.

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I have a special place in my heart for Belgians. When I was a little girl my grandfather was a horse broker. Back then it was all done via telephone and letters, no internet.

While they bought and sold horses, my grandparents' farm was effectively horse rescue because they also took in horses no one else wanted and let them live out their lives there.

One of the permanent residents was a big dapple gray Belgian mare. She had a long blond mane and tail and was very pretty.

My cousins and I would climb a fence and slide onto her broad back. With only a loose rope around her neck to hang on to, she would calmly walk us all around her paddock, two or three of us at a time.

She was so sweet and gentle and happy to convey a bunch of little kids delightedly giggling and laughing on her back. I've had a love for dapple grays and Belgians ever since.
 
EmmaDonovan said:
Yes, Belgian! That is Radar, the 2006–2009 Guinness Book of World Record holder for Tallest Living Horse. He was 19 hands 3.5 inches high and weighed over 2300 lbs. He passed away in 2016.

Big Jake, also a Belgian, took over the title in 2010. He was 20 hands 2.75 inches. He passed away in 2021.

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I think the current record holder is King Buck. He is another Belgian, 19.3 hands tall and 3,126 pounds.

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I have a special place in my heart for Belgians. When I was a little girl my grandfather was a horse broker. Back then it was all done via telephone and letters, no internet.

While they bought and sold horses, my grandparents' farm was effectively horse rescue because they also took in horses no one else wanted and let them live out their lives there.

One of the permanent residents was a big dapple gray Belgian mare. She had a long blond mane and tail and was very pretty.

My cousins and I would climb a fence and slide onto her broad back. With only a loose rope around her neck to hang on to, she would calmly walk us all around her paddock, two or three of us at a time.

She was so sweet and gentle and happy to convey a bunch of little kids delightedly giggling and laughing on her back. I've had a love for dapple grays and Belgians ever since.
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I remember when I first met a horse, it was during military training in 2002 year. I was working in the kitchen then, washing some dishes and transporting food in a truck to the tent camp, and once a day a wooden cart with a metal tub would come to this kitchen, where the remains of old soup would be poured out, and the remains of food would be thrown out. Then this cart would go, as I understand it, to the pigsty. It was very hot and I somehow got into the habit of giving this horse water from a saucepan. I would just bring him a small saucepan, and he would drink. I don’t know if it’s possible to give a horse water in the heat while working, but the saucepan was small, and the horse would stand there for a long time waiting,
until they take everything out of the kitchen and put it in a barrel.
And so I watered this horse little by little day after day.
Well, one day I was unloading large empty porridge and soup containers from the back of a truck, and this horse saw me and came to me. Only he went with a cart, on the cart there was a barrel, and what was poured into the barrel poured right out onto the street. I had to get this horse back, and then I realized that it was easy to water someone else's horse, but what to do with it next - I absolutely did not know. The horse was big, standing next to me, looking, and I did not know how to push it back.
The problem was that I had no experience with animals larger than a cat. And I still had no idea what to do.
Then the sergeant who rode on this cart (he went out to smoke) jumped out, swore loudly and long, pushed this horse back, beat it with a belt taken from his pants, because it did not obey, the horse kicked the cart with its hooves and almost knocked over a barrel...
In short, I did a lot of work with watering the horse from a saucepan. The area near the kitchen had to be cleaned up afterwards, there were some old cucumbers, soup leftovers and something else lying around there.
That day I learned that horses are actually BIG, and i can't just take them like a cat and move them somewhere. I have to know how to do it ))
But this horse in the photo is clearly bigger than the one I watered.
In general, in the distant future I will probably buy a horse here, but it will not be a thoroughbred horse, but some really cheap and old one, written off due to age from somewhere at a hippodrome or a riding school. I usually do this, due to the fact that buying an expensive animal is a big responsibility, and if I buy an old horse, which in the future life will only end up in a meat processing plant instead of me, then I will not do it any harm if it lives in a barn, walks on the local grass, eats hay and oats and is used not for riding, but exclusively for producing manure for the garden )))
And when I gain experience, then I can think about something else.
 
In 1971 when I was a young married woman, a covered wagon came through our town. My DH and I visited with the people on the wagon and a few days later we sold everything we owned, bought a tent and some sleeping bags and two riding horses and joined them. This was near Rocky Ford, CO. We traveled with them to Kremmling , CO and there we bought an unfinished wagon and a couple of beautiful Belgian horses. An old blacksmith finished the wagon for us. Another couple did the same thing. Both of the other couples had children and there was also a single lady. So down the road we went, three covered wagons, 11 people dressed in long flowing robes, even the men and children, preaching the gospel to anyone who would listen. Those Belgians had feet like dinner plates and were so sweet and gentle. But I got sick and we had to stop in Hamilton, MT. We had friends there and they took care of me as the wagon train went on without us. We lived there a year. What an experience.
 

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