Ok these boots , ariat size 7 , I bought when I was going to an air bnb in grass valley . The woman had 3 horses which she didn’t let people ride but for some reason she said I could ride them , these were amazing horses , trained with vocal commands, just a tap of a heel they were on point . She use to live in Pacific Palisades Ca. where she rode them in the hills for rescue, people, I’m a self taught western bareback rider , her beautiful horses are straight up English , dressing , show, her children . I get up in that English saddle with my new Ariats , bulky as sh*t and take my boots out of the metal stirrups and give the horse a tap and it’s off like the wind, me holding on with my knees and heels ( not good ) horse jumps a small ravine turns to the left and I slide off in slow motion , thank god for the helmet , I was embarrassed my face full of dirt and this wonderful horse was nosing me to make sure I was ok, jeez horses are the best . Oh sh*t back to the boots , I never cleaned them after that and I never took the tag off cause that’s a thing here in California .

They’re great boots