When I was a kid, we hunted from horseback a good bit. Mostly squirrel and other varmint hunting with .22s. My dad always (and still does) break all of our horses and acclimating them to gunfire was part of that. Some take to it better than others, the best I had was a palamino mare who wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed but was tough and would do anything you asked of her. She was tolerant to the point that I could rest the stock of my 10/22 between her ears to steady my shot. Of course, I made sure the muzzle was far enough forward that the muzzle blast didn't hurt her. Not the most practical thing ever but when I was 10 I thought it was the coolest thing ever.
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