You know that feeling you get when you think you got a steal of a deal on something, only to realize you took it up the spine and didn't even get a kiss for it?
Meet Bucked. As in, Bucked Knees. I can't believe I did not see those wonky legs. I was too busy congratulating myself on getting a weanling with enough horn to make a 10 month old proud to notice his ground dragging front pasterns and bucked knees. When his head is up, it's even worse looking. There are grills all over town callin this dude's name. He's so gimpy he can't even keep up with the other boys, so he mostly hangs out near the pens hoping for a handout.
Just when I get to thinking I'm too clever for words, I bring something like this home.
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