Love Rascal and I am so glad I've had the opportunity to watch him grow and change into an actual horse instead of the scroungy little guy you brought home.
Here's my diamond.
I brought him home as a 3 year old stud. He'd been adopted by a family when he was 2 because they didn't realize that mustangs straight off the range are actually wild
. Anyway, they had him for about a year and he spent most of that turned out in an arena by himself with nothing but crappy grass hay to eat. When he came home, he was wild and aggressive (from them letting him chase them out of the arena) and he was this gangly, scrawny, little blown out looking curr. He might
have topped the scales at 700 pounds and stood about 14.1-14.2. We picked up another unhandled stud the same day so when it came time to break them, Dad and I would swap off and ride them both.
This was his first picture with us and it was maybe his 4th or 5th ride. Sorry it's such crappy quality, but it was scanned off a poor quality polaroid. The paint I am on was the other stud we picked up.
This was the best picture I had of him not under saddle
And here he is as he looks now. I never would have guessed that such a fugly, scraggly little horse would have turned out so nice. He's now my main go-to guy for pretty much everything. He's made one hell of a good roping horse and I trust him with my life.
And just because I love this picture of him and my brother....