Most of my horse stories aren't quite so interesting... ^^;
Frosty wasn't so interesting... Dad tells me he offered someone a pool table in exchange for her sometime around my birth, intending to use her to keep the weeds down around the field and not much else.
Shilo came shortly after her -- Dad went to a nearby farm to buy a truck he'd seen advertised in the paper, and a scruffy little sorrel horse with a star shaped perfectly like five-point star was tied to the bumper. The truck seller refused to sell the truck if dad wouldn't take the horse, and the truck was a pretty good deal, so they somehow convinced the pony to get into the truck bed and drove it home like that.
Both of them were sold when I was young, and I have vivid memories of them being trailered away down the hill -- Frosty just turned around and started, and Shilo -- who'd never been trailered -- screamed and kicked and squealed so much it was depressing. Frosty ended up at a farm, and a few years ago, while me dad was talking to the owners (they were sort of friends), I learned that she'd died... the cause: They'd decided that they had to breed the poor 30-something mare to their stud, and she'd died giving birth out in the woods. Shilo I came across by accident on my Jr. High field trip: we went to mideval times, and a friend and I were sitting near the front when they started the jousting tournament. One scruffy little sorrel horse with a perfectly shaped five-point star on it's forehead came trotting out decked out in blue. I screamed and almost shoved over one of the waitresses, and she asked me what was wrong, I started crying and said "It's Shilo! That's my horse!" She found me after the show (Shilo's rider won!) and took me back to see him and his rider. It was one of the happiest days of my life.
A few years after Frosty and Shilo were sold, I was dragging my dad to horse auctions left and right, and almost every horse that trotted through the ring was met with "Daddy, that one! That one!" Well, my mom came along on one auction, and we wandered around the staging area while they were selling llamas, and came across this little pen that had six or seven ponies packed in, milling around, and one skinny, sorry looking thing tied in the corner without a lick of hay. So I rescued some from a neighboring pen and hand fed the little pony for while my parents talked to the owners.
Then we went out to the auction and sat to watch all the horses go by, and I started pointing out all the horses again. Then the pony herd was run in as a group, and they started selling "buyer's choice." A few went here, a few went there, a few more went, and then all that was left was the sorry-looking little pony that I'd been feeding. They started over at $25, and just before they closed the bidding, my mom took dad's number away and bought him. Probably not a good move -- we found out from eth owner afterwards that he was a 30-something year old unbroke stallion, used for breeding all his life and now proclaimed infertile by both the owner and his vet, and, in the owner's words "probably won't survive the winter." Well, he did survive the winter, and our vet initially told us that he would have too many complications if we had him gelded, and since he wasn't acting very "studdy", we didn't have him gelded. He was an awesome little riding pony once we had him broke, and other than one mishap at the triner's farm (he got out and bred her big QH show mare... no pregnancy came of it, though, thus reinforcing that "infertile" claim.) We kept him until a few years ago, after he bred Ruby twice and she had two foals from him, yet our vet still said having him gelded could be dangerous.
2-Pak came from my uncle. When I was small, I could bareback Frosty and Shilo (the first one), but the only horse I could truely ride was Sunshine, my uncle's pretty little buckskin mare. I rode her up until she became pregnant (a paint stallion that someone was boarding at my uncle's), and that's when I got Shilo II. Anyway, when she had her foal -- a blood bay colt -- I helped my uncle to raise him: halter breaking, leading, weaning, etc. When he was two, my parent's bought him from my uncle, and we had him broke shortly thereafter. It's been a rough time with his training, but he is one of my favorite horses none the less.
Ruby was another auction house horse... we got her once I outgrew Shilo I, but 2-Pak was still too green for me to ride. Her old owners were from a nearby farm that boards, breeds, and trains, and I'm told she was used for reining...
Bandit was born *exactly* 11 months after we bought Ruby, and so at the time, we believed that she'd been bred in the sale barn or something. We did realize that she was pregnant a few months ahead of time, though... at first, it was just her getting upset about being girthed up... I got worried and asked our vet, and he checked her over and said she was pregnant.
Dante was born 11 months after that... and we didn't even see him coming. Ruby didn't show any signs, and I'd just assumed she'd never lost the "baby fat" after she had Bandit, so I never noticed her get big. And then, one day, I got up to go to school, stopped to check the water tank, and Ruby came up to me with a still-wet newborn tottering alongside her.
It was shortly after that that we decided Shilo had to go if he couldn't be gelded. I'm just happy that I could give both "accident babies" a good home here, and that they are both very intelligent, level-headed boys.
Tanner and Magic have a bit longer story...
About a year ago, my mother's family was planning their family camping trip to be at an equestrian campground up near Decorah. I was looking for another trail horse at the time -- my dream horse, something well broke with pretty colors, preferably a mare. When I found out what area we'd be in, I started looking at all the horse classifieds for that area, and found a well broke 10 year old Red Roan mare, a blue roan mare that could ride and drive, and a palomino paint gelding with blue eyes.
At the campground, we settled in, and the second day, went around to see all the horses I'd picked out. The red roan had been sold the day earlier, and though the dealer tried to interest me in a sturdy sorrel galding he had, I just didn't want another sorrel. The blue roan wasn't all the ad had cracked it up to be... it had some kind of umbilical hernia, it's hooves were in horrid condition, and it hadn't been worked with because the owner was too busy training other people's horses and breeding her blue roan stud (she too tried to convince us to buy this weanling baby that she had, and though it was positively adorable, I already had my two babies to deal with -- no more training projects were allowed!). The palomino gelding ended up being owned by the person running our campground... and it was still in training. He was a big QH breeder, though, so he went and showed us all of his horses for sale... two others in training (one just needed a few more days, the trainer said), a handful of weanlings to yearlings, and a kid-broke POA pony mare that was just too little for my tastes.
That night, we were the only ones in teh campground (due to the flooding, the lower portion of the campground was in poor condition, so apparently no one wanted to camp there) and we invited the campground owners to a cook out with us. One of my friends, an avid anti-slaughter believer, overheard them comment on taking some horses up to slaughter the next day, and she ran to me yelling that we "have to go look at them!" So I did, thinking I'd find some sorry-looking old nags that had been bred into the ground, or a horse with a bad leg, or something like that. Instead, they took us into the barn and their daughter led out a pair of white-grey mares, one a bit overweight, the other starting to show some rib, and both badly in need of some hoof work, but in overall good condition. She led them around, backed them, handled their feet, and invited us to do the same. They both showed off some awesome ground manners, and then the girl went on to say that thet were mother and daughter, a 10 year old and 14 year old. She'd used them to run barrels, and placed and whatnot, and then her father went into their breeding and papers (which I mostly just politely nodded to, but didn't really listen -- I never did care about papers.), and they mentioned that neither had been ridden in five years, because the daughter had gone to college. I looked them over again, and finally asked what was wrong with them. They said it was because they weren't being ridden, they might as well get rid of them. That kind of pissed me off, but I didn't really say anything, and then the father said that he'd sell them to me at the same price the slaughter house would give him for them -- $300 each. I went back and had my parents come up and look at them, and they had my uncle look at them, and my dad finally asked "Which one do you want?" I decided Magic, because she was younger, but also pointed out that if I rebroke them, Tanner would probably be good for mom to ride. And then my uncle pitched in that after I rebroke them, if we didn't want Tanner anymore, he'd buy her. And my friend unhelpfully cried "You can't make us play god! We can't pick which one lives and which one dies!" After a lot of negotiating, someone talked dad into buying both of them, and we somehow managed to get them home (we had two trailers with us that were already nearly full... we technically only had room for one more horse.)
I can't say I regret getting both of them -- they both have such sweet personalities that, if I'd known them prior to buying them, there wouldn't have been any hesitation. I do think it's a shame that they were just about to head out to slaughter...