Snowbasin Mtns by Dixie Munsee
Walt & Roanie

Our Family

Walt and Brenda Hokanson, along with their children and grandchildren: Ben, Michelle, Isaac, and Grant Hokanson; Tom, Ashley, Braxton, and Rachel Wilde; Theo, Jessica, Jace, and Krew Priskos; Natalie Dyson and Sami Dyson, share a love for animals and believe that they are gifts from our Heavenly Father. They are on loan to us for our time here on earth and it is our sacred obligation is to be good stewards over them while they are in our care. We not only raise a few good colts & fillies each year, we usually have a few steers around, raise Australian Shepherd Working Dogs, always have a flock of Old English Bantam chickens around, and way too many cats. We seem to always have a horse or two in training, usually for Barrels, Western Pleasure, Reining, and Working Cowhorse. Ashley and Jessica enjoyed showing at several different levels and are always looking to improve their skills, and love teaching the horses new things as they themselves learn.

Ashley riding Macaroni
Jessica riding Burt

Walt's passion is raising a few foals each year with a goal towards raising an individual to be the best he can be, trusting in genetics to get a foal started, and treating them with dignity as they learn to co-exist with the Human, a natural enemy to the horse. Walt has studied the origin, breeding, and genetics that make the quarter horse what it is today and believe the industry may have taken a step or two back the last few years. We breed horses naturally, never for Quantity and "always for Quality", and believe totally in the words "Out Cross" and the phrase "Hybrid Vigor".

Please study the versatile pedigrees and photos of our horses with their working type of Conformations, which will Halter. Combine that with beautiful Roan coloring, which are never two colored alike, and that will always get you noticed wherever you find yourself. We hope to furnish you with your next prospect for your horse addictions.


Tom & Foal
Ben & Michelle


All of us here in this great land of America have a very many folks to thank. I first thank all the many brave and unselfish men and women from our Armed Forces both past and present, whom won and maintained our freedoms so we are free to choose how we live. I have chosen to be involved with horses, and it is because of them I can do that. Along with all those many men and women, I thank my dad, Walter B. Hokanson, a veteran of the Korean War, who has lived these many years with much pain from wounds, both physical and mental, he received from his service to his country as a young man. In spite of that he always taught me to be a Patriot.

Secondly, I thank all those great and noble pioneers whom tamed this wild land of America so we can raise our families here with God and freedom to help us, and the pioneers whom invented and built all the modern luxuries we have: our homes (and everything in them), autos, medicine to cure and relieve, modern communication so we can keep track of each other, and of course the frost-free livestock waterers.

Last of all, thanks to my family for supporting this equine addiction (unless you have it yourself, it's hard to understand). Thank you to the family of Quarter Horse Breeders who from the 1940's to present have worked tirelessly and most of the time without monetary reward to make the Quarter Horse what it is today. Just being around them has so enriched my life. Thank you to the friends who have helped me understand pedigrees, correct conformation, home midwifery and doctoring, farrier work, feeding, etc. So thank you to the these great horsemen, Don Zesiger, Leo Famuliner, Dallas Mumford, and to Sherm Bright (deceased), I learned by just standing next to him.



This photo of two of my grandsons may be my very favorite picture of all time, and the one with the most meaning. It answered a question I have had now for many years. It also brought meaning to a dream I had dating back to when I was a small boy. In that dream I raised Quarter Horses; many I recognize as some I have had in the past and some I have with me now. This repetitive dream has become reality!

For the past twenty years or so, I have been asked on numerous occasions by family, friends, and complete strangers a Question. The faces asking the question are all different, but the question is muchthe same, "Are you crazy or just stupid, and is all this worth it?" This is in fact a question I ask myself each day while walking out to the barn yard to do my daily chores; chores needing to be done 365 days a year without exception.

From the unforgiving heat and dust from summer, while struggling to put up hay, mend fence, doctor sick horses, or muck stalls, all while fighting off the effects of chronic heat stroke. And again in the unmericiful cold which stills the water, freezes the already cold ground, and turns the ponies into modern day mammoths. And again, pneumonia in the lungs, frostbite in fingers and toes, and wondering if I will ever be warm again. And again, the sore muscles and bones, being kicked, bitten, stomped on, bucked off, ran over, and the word "slimmed" becoming part of my farm vocabulary. And again the many long, cold nights waiting for that much anticipated foal that carries the "magic cross", only to help deliver an already dead foal. The horrible task of putting a long time friend out of its misery and buring him in the same ground he ran, played, and grazed carelessly on. And again the dangerous task of jumping between two 1200 pound fighting, out of their mind Stallions, while trying to destroy each other and somehow being worried about one or the other being injured (go figure). The breeding of mares in the spring time, which would be better described as an act of war.

And again to the ridiculous cost of hay and feed, the high cost of fuel, health care, ground, and equipment needed. The sharp decrease in any profit gained, if there ever was any profit. All of this continues to destroy the horse culture we all love.

And again I ask, Is it worth it?

And again I answer YES, HELL YES!

Thank you dear Lord for making me Crazy and Stupid. My Great Grandfather immigrated from Sweden to Star Valley, Wyoming, to farm and raise horses. My grandfather as a 14 year old, drove a six-up horse drawn freight wagon from Star Valley, over the mountains to La Barge, Wyoming. They had it much worse than me.

And again I say "Yes", maybe, just maybe I will be lucky enough to have crazy and stupid Children, Grandchildren, and Great Grandchildren to have the blessings in their lives to be associated in some way with these majestic animals, which are surely of God's very finest and sacred creations.

And again I say "Yes" for being blessed to have the life I was granted. For all those whom struggle on farms and ranches, the types of animals might be different, what they sow in the gentle earth might be different, but its all the same.




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