I love being in the horse capital of the world!! They truly are my world. In some way, shape or form horses have always been a part of my life. I started riding them when I was in my teens and I had a bf who's mother was a phenomenal horse woman. She taught me to ride bareback and for years that was the only way I knew how to ride. She rode only bareback as well, whether we were bringing in the cattle or on a day long trail ride, its the only way we rode. When I decided I wanted to try barrel racing I got my first saddle and a direct grandson of Doc Bar, "Doc". While in college I worked and bred Trekahner stallions for a local farm (a vast difference from my Quarter Horses, but free room and board for me and my horses during college was a darn good deal). From there I met my current bf and acquired Hickory (a Doc Bar grandson as well) and Jetta (from Jet Blue). Hickory is a retired do anything you ask rodeo horse, now 28 and I still ride him bareback weekly. Jetta, then 14, was a barrel and poles horse. 3 years ago, for my birthday, my bf bought me Sully, a 3 y/o stock grade paint quarter horse, who was gorgeous. He became my baby, no join up needed, we were joined from day one. We run 300-500 head of cattle and I use the horses to work the cattle, check fences, bring in calves, etc. I also have Mules and mini Donkeys but those stay are with the herd for protection.
On Easter morning of 2011 (4/24/11) I went to the barn to get Jetta and Sully saddled up to go check fences and found them both struck by lightening from a bad storm the night before. Possibly one of the hardest days of my life. From then I didnt ride and didnt even go into the barn for almost 7 months. I recently started going back to the barn and after a month of riding Hickory again (and some pushing from my bf), decided I was ready to get another horse. For Christmas my bf bought me Snowbird. She is a draft quarter horse cross paint. She is 8 years old and dead broke to drive and broke to ride.
Below are pic of my babies: