Imagine entering a 240-acre pasture with mares, their babies, and a stallion under a big blue North Dakota sky and watching the band graze, talk to each other while moving slowly towards you. To have the stallion walk over to you and smell your head, to feel his whiskers tickle your face, to smell his breath, to hug him and take in his fragrant sent, to have him stomp his foot to warn the mares to stay away, this is our time—well that just cannot be beat. We cherished those moments with Goldun Poco Storm aka "Stormy". We recently lost Stormy--- much too early, he was only 16 years old. He gave us great memories, awesome, pretty, and smart babies. He also showed us that we couldn’t just close the gate, that the gate needed to be fully secured. He was one of those individuals that you just wanted to love, and he wanted to hang with you. Rest in peace buddy we miss you.