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02-11-2010, 09:52 PM
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I met a couple of the Clydesdales up at Saratoga a couple of years ago. They are really cool beasties.
They looked like they could eat one of the race horses and then come back for a pony! 
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02-11-2010, 10:37 PM
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Up in Sonoma they have a home for retired Clydesdale horses, I drive by them out in their pasture when I go up to visit my horse. When they get old, some of them turn kind of gray, just like people do. They're really cool to see, not something you expect when you're driving through the country. They will come to you if you yell, "Budweiser!" at them... really, they do... that's how we got one of them to come to the fence so we could feed him carrots
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02-12-2010, 01:27 AM
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Carrots? In that situation if I came to the fence I'd be expecting a Budweiser. 22 oz plastic bottle preferred. 
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02-11-2010, 10:40 PM
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Busch Gardens in Williamsburg always had Clydesdales in their barns there. Those horses are HUGE.
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