Join Date: Nov 2012
Location: Saskatchewan Canada
I was 6-7 years old, and moved from the city to a small town with population of no more then 300 people. There was a local 4-H club and my sister and I loved to go and watch. They has a light horse club, and a halter group. The halter group members dealt with 4-10 month old foals, halter breaking them, and teaching them to lead, pick up their feet, and be touched all over.
Anyways, my sister and I joined the halter club, and I got put with a 5 month old Norwiegian Fjord colt named Gunner. After about a month, I was the only one who could do anything with him. He was my little buddy, but unfortunatly, I could not use him the next year, because he had died (he was runty)
A lot of people were asking me if I wanted to ride one of their horses for 4-H, and finally I came across an appaloosa named Lucky. He was old, swayed back, and ugly looking, but I fell in love with his personallity, and rode him for 3 years in 4-H, and in a horse show, but again, unfortunatly I was not able to carry on with him because he died of a heart attack (he slipped in the winter, and got tangled up in a barbed wire fence during the night, we figure while he was trying to get up, he had a heart attack)
I got another offer to ride someones horse for the next 4-H year, and I ended up riding another appy (solid brown) named Fudgy, he was 16hh big sweetheart. He was about 7 years old and listened to all my commands.
4-H got less and less people as that year rolled on, and eventually there was no more 4-H. So... I started to go to camp, I would go to camp every year for about 3 years, each camp was mainly on horses.
I got put on many different horses and had many falls. A lot of the falls took place over at my friends house, whom I would go over to every weekend for 5 years (all while 4-H was happening)
I have been on horses who would take me through fences, ditch me when I would hit a pole that only the horse could fit under, not a rider too, and horses that would buck me off just for the fun of it.
In september 2012 I finally got my own horse. A 2 year old filly that I can now train and break myself.
I am now training her, and we have come a long ways. All thanks to the horses I have ridden, and the people who have helped and instucted me.