Ever had a crazy experince buying or looking at a horse? Tell me about it!
Here are some of mine.
I was looking for a horse for my dad. He found this guy over the internet who had several forsale. He didn’t look for the warning signs and decided to have me and 2 of my best friends (who are also in horses) go with him to look. We got there at 12 at night, pitch black. The barn was in horrible condition, the man would NOT let us turn on the head lights into the pasture so we could ride. The horses he had out where in a extremely small arena the ceiling was so low they had to duck. He had over 5 horses cramming in one stall. He would not let us go into the pasture what so ever, but he would let us go into the stall. He has stallions running around freely. The two horses we where looking at where half-crazy and had what looked like pitch-fork cuts all over them but we figured we could turn them into good horses. So we tried getting them into the trailer. It wouldn’t work. The horses reared up and dented the top of our trailer to the point where the doors wouldn’t close. The guy took a lunge line and wrapped it around a metal bar and started pulling trying to get them into the trailor. I told my dad to just leave and forget about the horses. As we where driving away we saw the man take a pitch-fork and start stabbing them with it. That was the last we saw of him.
Still looking for a horse for my dad he came across a draft horse for sale for $300. He refused to let me look at the online add so already I was getting worried. He took my and my friend down to see it. As soon as we got there I took one look at the horse and said “EW”. It was a half-starved Belgian that his hooves looked like plates and his head was literally larger then I was tall. The people claimed he was perfectly safe but yet they wouldn’t let us ride him without being lead around. He was extremely pushy and knew how big he was (which isn't good). What really threw me off was that one of the men that was selling the horse said he was from Argentina where he raised wild Arabians and rode them through the Argentina mountains. He had this story where he lived in Argentia and his top Arabian got stabbed completely through his stomach with a piece of wood and that he wrapped it up with cloth and rode it everyday and it healed in a month. But when I talked to the other man he told me that this was their first horse that they both have ever dealt with horses before. After that I told my dad to leave no matter how much he liked the horse (which he shouldn’t have, he only liked it because it was big).