We don't do trail rides. Our focus is on children and beginners.


Moms and Dads can ride too.


The rest of the group can take pictures and pet the miniature horse, 2 goats, 3 dogs, and mini pig while they wait for their turn to ride. After the riding is done, we'll introduce you to the rest of the petting zoo: 6 other horses, a miniature pig, 6 chickens, 3 ducks, 9 guinea pigs, and a baby snapping turtle.


Safety is our first priority, followed closely by our second priority - fun.


Wraingler Roger takes a selfie.


Winter Wraingler Wroger takes a selfie.


Floyd Wesley Burton, my 90 year old Dad, helped on my grandfather's, 13,500 acre ranch near Vaughn New Mexico. Photo taken circa 1949. Dad spent a lot of time on horseback before he joined the Air Force. We had a few head of cattle on our 20 acre ranch but we loved riding allover our neighbor's 1,000 acre property in Laytonville California. I traded my horse for a Marine Corps fighter jet and got away from ranching for a spell. Now, I'm trying to help city folk get a feel for the wild west in a controlled and safe environment. I'm having a lot of fun doing it too. Dad was the youngest of 13 kids and my Mom, Elinor Glynn (Tilly) Burton, was the oldest of 13 kids so I have a lot of cousins scattered all over. I try to welcome visitors as I would distant cousins. - Wraingler Roger.


Some of my fondest childhood memories are of our family visits to the Neckels' ranch in Laytonville California. Pictured here are part of my family and part of our friends' family. From left to right:
Roger (me - #3 of 5 Burton Boys)
Billy (#1 of 4 Neckels kids)
Eva Neckels (Momma Neckels)
Shawn (#5 of 5 Burton Boys) RIP
Elinor Burton (my Mom) RIP
Brenda (#3 of4 Neckels kids)
Floyd Burton (my Dad)
King (The Austrailian Shephard who found his way home) RIP
Rosalie (#2 of 4 Neckels kids) RIP
David Neckels (#4 of 4 Neckels kids)
Not pictured are: Glenn (#1 of 5 Burton Boys) RIP
Tommy (#2 of 5 Burton Boys)
David Burton (#4 of 5 Burton Boys)
Cecil Neckels (Neckels Dad)

Eva would play piano and we'd all sing songs together. My mom loved to sing. Her CB radio handle was "Songbird." She led singing in our little country Baptist church. We would often get up to the front of the church as a family and sing together - Classics like "The old Rugged Cross," and "I'm So Glad I'm a part of the Family of God." I can still see and hear my mom singing those hymns in front of all 35 of us in our little country church. I remember pastor Jimmy Warren and pastor Eddie Holcomb. Pastor Jimmy's son became pastor of a big church in Lake Forest California.
Billy Neckels became a helicopter pilot in the Army and then flew logs out of remote places for lumber. I hope he gives me a ride sometime. Billy's dad, Cecil, flew a Piper Cub out of his ranch. He landed and took off on a hillside with a 5 degree slope. He took off downhill and landed uphill. He never gave me a ride. I guess I should have told him I wanted one. I flew a Cessna 172 to Laytonville once and gave my mom a ride in my airplane. It was always on her bucket list so, we checked that one off before she went to heaven. I think I learned to fly because my Mom always wanted to learn to fly. Through me, I hope she did. She is probably also the reason I learned to play guitar and love singing. Now I want to reclaim my childhood, the best part of my life. I hope my family, my old friends, my new friends, and friends I've yet to meet, will visit and help me remember simpler times.