Horses and mules are alot like women...there is nothing better than a good one, and nothing worse than a bad one.
I prefer mules 10 to 1 over horses...but know my way around horses too.
I started riding at about the same time I started walking...used to ride on Kates back while she plowed the corn and tobacco with Grandad at the reins...there never was or ever will be anybody that could ride Tobe (the one on the left in the pic)...one heck of a work mule but you DID NOT ride him.
My Grandad and his mules...Kate and Tobe, pic taken in 1976.
My wife and I riding in Big South Fork a few years ago...thats Henry, my mule...5 years old in this pic.
Stopped for a little break at East Fork...Henry was just about 3 years old in this pic, still young and in training...but was coming along nicely for such a young mule...he is 12 years old now...and damn near bomb proof.