Gregg McCarron will never forget the first time Chris, his younger brother, sat on a horse. Chris was anything but comfortable.
“He was petrified,” Gregg said. “We actually had to peel his fingers off the reins to get him down.”
The experience might have been enough to convince most teenagers that there were better ways to earn a living than by riding half-ton Thoroughbreds at 35 miles per hour. But Chris, who was 16 or so at the time, was not easily dissuaded.