I grew up in the 90s, and before I was out of college I think I'd ridden 3 different horses maybe 20 or 30ish times combined (never faster than a cantor), and learned the basics of being a stable hand and horse grooming.

Seattle and environs. Had both a friend and a girlfriend that each owned horses.

Ex GF actually lived on a small ranch, had 3 horses.

Former friend had a horse in a managed stable about 3 miles from her house.

She sctually paid me and another friend once to clear out a bunch of pigeons in said stable with a pellet gun.

... I wish we had had a .22. We had to break their necks... the pellet gun was only strong enough to concuss them. I felt sick, evil for a month afterward, couldn't sleep... vowed to myseld to never intentionally harm another living being ever again.

Went on to work in the tech sector as a data analyst, software dev, db admin for MSFT, Intl Import Export Firm, Non Profit...

Now I think I'd rather be a stable hand.

Less arrogant, full of shit, incompetent at their jobs idiots....who commit far, far more evil acts, orders of magnitude more evil things, in the name of profit than I had thought even possible.

Horses can often be assholes, but they are far easier to deal with than malicious people.