Saddlery, custom handmade Western saddles and tack by Ted N. Estes
of Ball Ground, Georgia.
Ted only uses top quality leather, trees
and hardware. His goal is to make high-quality rugged saddles for
all of your trail riding and/or working needs, but never
sacrificing comfort. Most all of Ted's saddles have been sold the
instant the customer sits in one. Each seat is delicately shaped to
fit a rider who wants a saddle he/she can ride in all day with
comfort. Special attention is given to every detail of a Ted Estes
saddle. If you are tired of buying production saddle after
production saddle and still have not found one that suits all of
your needs, it's time to consider a custom made saddle. NO
production saddle could ever compare to one that is handmade by one
maker from inside out, neither in quality, durability, nor
handmade saddle is the best investment a serious rider could ever
When you buy a custom handmade saddle by Ted Estes,
you will have a saddle for life!
...the workmanship, balance and overall quality is
excellent. Ted uses the best of everything when he makes a saddle,
and this one is no exception. His workmanship and attention to detail
are amazing. This saddle not only looks great, but rides and fits the
horses even better than it looks. Very comfortable from day-one and
just keeps getting better. The beauty and balance are second to
none." Bruce says it's the most comfortable saddle he's ever ridden!
~ Bruce Slusher
Please contact if you have any questions about Ted
Estes or his saddles!!
Ted N. Estes
5055 Conns Creek Road
Ball Ground, Georgia 30107
Hands are calloused, steps are slow
So much has changed he just doesn't know.
Working, cowboying all his life
No time for kids, no time for wife.
Drawing nearer to final trails end
His old mustang his closest friend.
Should he meet his fate today
He knows the Life, the Truth, the Way.
Looking back upon his trail
He loved this life he knew so well.
One last time he saddles his steed
To leave a will there is no need.
He acquired but little in this life
A saddle, a rifle, some spurs a knife.
A modern church he can't afford
Down in the canyon he meets his Lord.
And now he rests, his work is done
The struggle over, the victory won.
He joined the chosen in Beulah Land
Steps are swift, no calloused hand.
Written By Tony Lamar