First, with an introduction:
My dad traded a parts baler for two fillies, Squiggy and Harley, her half sister. They were yearlings at the time, and very wild. They had never been close to a human before they came to us. So, after we seperated them, we let them settle in an get used to the presence of a human, and after a couple weeks, we couldn't get them haltered, so we roped each of the fillies and haltered them. To catch them the next couple times, they had to be roped. So they were halterbroke and I worked with Squiggy all year.
And then came the terrible two's. These two mares were big and strong, so we thought we might as well get on them a few times at 2 before they were just too strong. In April, Squiggy bucked me off and broke my arm.
After I was healed, I was a little scared of her, but we began to work together a bit more and something clicked...
As a 3 year old, I worked on getting her round and even in all gaits...but at a lope...I think her headset it a lost cause. I got her used to a rope and did several round-ups with her, as well as hauled her to the roping club and tracked some steers and ended up heeling one, she stopped, held and backed like a seasoned horse. I did most of the roundups this fall with her.
She never ceases to surprise me. Every ride she just does something that surprises me, so I guess this journal will be about that.