When T. Paul Bulmahn was a little boy, his mother offered him an incentive for doing a good job with his family’s sharecropping chores on an Indiana farm. If he raked and hoed and planted well, she said, he could climb over the fence and hang out with the draft horses next door.

“I loved them,” he said this week. “And they seemed to really like me as well. It began a love affair.”

These days, Bulmahn has his own farm and his own horses, and he can walk out his front door and hang out with them whenever he wants.

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