Having reached the fabled three score and ten (plus two) I have been looking back on my time with draft horses and farming to see where I have been and where I think we should be going. Please indulge me. I had graduated from college and had bought an unbroke 800-pound mule who was named “Elizabeth Jane” from a local horse trader. I paid $125 for her and later learned she had jumped over a 3-foot gate with a rider on her back. So, I had grossly overpaid for her. Luckily, we were well matched – neither knew enough to pour water out of a boot and both were equally stubborn about our lack of knowledge.