Your horse's story!! (well your's too)
I couldn't think of a really catchy title, but my idea for this thread was for you to share the story of how you found your horse (ad, someone told you, gift, etc) and how you knew your horse was "the one." And any other additional information that you want to share.
I found my horse on Craigslist and on Horseclicks. I almost didn't look at his ad, but I had this strong feeling that I shold. So I contacted his owner with a variety of questions. I was expecting her to either not answer or that I would find out that this horse was not what I was looking for. Kind of to my surprise the answers to my questions made me fall in love more.
I had to wait a while before I could go meet him due to a family event. The fact that he was still forsale when I got home was encouraging.
Later that week I went and met him. I wasn't too sure what I thought of him. He was nice and well mannered, but he was slightly stuborn. I did take into account that he hadn't been riden in about 8 months and that I was a completly new person to him.
The owner offered for me to come back the next day and see how he did in a ring and jumping. The ring was a little ways down the street. I wasn't to sure about how it would go since he had never been there before. But once he got used to the ring (2 laps, one each direction) he did fine. He had a decent jump for never having jumped an actual jump before.
I went home and watched the vidios I had taken, but I still wasn't 100% sure this was the horse for me. By no means did I feel scared of him, or not like him, I was just so hesatant since this was my first time buying a horse.
That night I had a weird dream. I was looking at a black and white horse (i am not saying this to be hateful to black and white paints/pintos. This is just how my dream was)that I thought would be perfect, but I feel off of him. When I stood up to get back on the horse had changed color to a grey dappled and flea-bitten. I got on, then rode off happily. Then I woke up.
I knew that Bosz was the horse for me.
I had the vet out as one more qualifier to make sure he was sompleatly healthy/sound/etc.
Then I brought him home.
I changed his name to Bosz.
Now we are working on going over jumps, not threw them, and getting better at ring work. (inside bend, correct form, etc)
OP- great story! Goes to show you that you can miss out on some great things if you aren't open minded, huh? Your boy is very beautiful.
Sour's and my story is one that I love to tell =]
A little over three years ago, I started volunteering at a local non-profit therapy riding center. At this time I was maybe 11, almost twelve years old, and had taken riding lessons for a year and a half as an 8-9 year old, but had never been taught any horse care. I didn't even know how to lead a horse because the place where I rode basically brought the horse, plopped you on, and then you left. No leading, grooming, tacking, bathing...nothing.
I started out at the bottom of the food chain. Mucking, cleaning cages, and learning the basics off of any volunteer who was willing to spare a second for me. Well I remember that on one of the first days out there, everyone was running around, yelling- heading towards the back paddock. Curiouse, I followed- and that was day that I saw my first horse birth.
It was a tiny, flaming red chestnut filly with large, emotion filled eyes. She cowarded away from everyone, but as she peeked out from under her mama, I saw something that I won't ever forget. Defiance.
She has dissapeared by the next time I was able to make it out there, and I figured I'd never see her again. So I devoted my time to learning as much as I could. How to lead a horse and groom it, basic nutrition, minor health care. Time flew by and I began to move up in chain of command to a side walker for the disabled kids.
Fast forwards six or seven months and I was asked one day to clear out one of our small pens for a new arrival. I didn't know who it was, but I dutifully followed orders. Just as I was finishing, an SUV backed up to the corral, the trunk was opened, and this tiny, dollfaced filly went flying out. I've never seen a horse as terrified as she was at that moment, racing around and finally stopping, shaking- in farthest corner of the pen. At that moment, I saw the same defiant, fearful but determined eyes as in that foal. And it was then that I decided that I was going to befriend that little horse. I knew that she was terrified, and she would need a friend someday...no matter how far away that day was. I wouldn't know until she was almost three years old that she indeed WAS the same little filly that I had met on my first week there.
So at every spare moment, I would come and talk to her. At first I would stand outside of the pen and talk, then I began to bring her little tidbits. Carrot, bread, oranges, whatever I had. It took months, but eventually she would come up to me to take the food. I then began to sit in her pen and read or draw. Step by step, I slowly gained her trust. No one else wanted to work with the crazy little fugly horse, so I had the advantage. I had just gotten to where she let me take off her too-small halter (it had been on for months) and lead her by her mane, when one of the men volunteers decided to 'break' her and put her in our program.
She was roped, run around, thrown on the ground, and forced to lay with a man hovering over her. And when she came back to her pen, a hate for men, for ropes, and for life- has edged into her life and taken over.
She hated me. She didnt understand why my kind had hurt her, and why I didn't protect her. I was her friend and I had let her down. For months she wouldnt even let me get near her without trying to attack me.
I didnt give up however, and although it took all of the summer and most of the winter of that year to convince her that I would never hurt her- she finally began to allow me into her world again. She didnt trust me, it was obvious- but she would allow me to be around. I was thankful.
Through the next five months I began to work with her, walking in the pen with her wherever she wanted to go, then leading her by her mane. Eventually, I got a halter on her. The leadline took longer, but eventually she let me clip that to her too. The progress was slow, but we began to bond again.
Now, two years later- Sour is a good companion of mine and although she doesnt have the typical horse and person bond with me. We respect eachother- and I am thus far the only one capable of handling her. Beginning as an unhandled seven month old who wouldn't even let people touch her, Sour now lunges both on a line and in a pen with only my voice as a prop, leads, catches, clips, bathes, worms, shods, yields to pressure, backs, pivots, disengages, jumps 12" inhand, drives, trailers, flexes, joins up, walks/trots/canters inhand and has upon occasion shown in costume, showmanship, and trial classes.
We are still working on trusting men (she is no longer agressive towards them though!) and she often getes nervous when in a group of more than two people, but I have two preteen girls working with the two of us to introduce her to being worked by strangers.
Thus far, we are doing very well as she now lunges with either girl and will let them pet her. We still have a lot of work to do, and being a mare- we often have days when it is all I can to do to insist that I am the alpha, but our bond is growing every day and I am very blessed to have her as a friend.
I admit that it wasn't a good idea to take a green horse and work with her when I was green as well, and because of this we have had a lot of problems along the way, and have had many road blocks. But we've worked through them and have learned together. Do I recommend it? No. But Sour and I have a bond that I can't explain, and I do not regret my choice =]
Awww. I'm so glad you were willing to take the time to work with her. I love it when people take the time to get to know a horse and learn from them.
Mines kind of depressing
Originally we had bred my mare Sugar to this BEAUTIFUL paint stallion. all year i obsessed over the coming baby.
On April 8, 2006 she gave birth to a bay filly, but it was a stillborn. We think she was born breech, and we almost lost Sugar as well.
About 3 months later my moms friend told me about this mare that she had rescued from slaughter. Turns out this mare had a little suprise in the form of my colt Charlie.
She had heard from my mom about me losing my mares foal and so she sold me Candy (the dam) and Charlie. BEST BUY EVER!
I had leased many horses over the years but never owned. When I hit 40, I decided I wasn't getting any younger and it was time to pull the trigger. I called a barn I has leased at, and asked if she had any TBs for sale. She said there was one, a 4 year old. I thanked her and said too young for me. She told me he was extremely mellow and that I should come take a look.
Sure enough, very mellow boy. When I rode him, his trot was horrible. Very short strided and would take lots of work. I went home thinking I should look some more, but then spent the next 3 days thinking about what a good mind he had. I decided at age 40, safe was a priority, so I went back and bought him.
Fast forward 4 years, we are two idiots in the same boat, running around fields, going to eventing shows, hunter paces, trail rides, and having a ball. He's the sweetest TB I have ever known. I am thankful everyday that he's mine.
A friend told me about the lady who was selling Victor. I didn't even want to go look at him because I never thought I would like a Thoroughbred. :wink:
Well, we went anyway, and I was enamored with him almost instantly. He seemed so fancy and elegant to me. I was impressed with his ground manners and he was so gentle.
Almost six years later, he's still my honey. He's definitely not the best riding horse in the world, but I adore him. He has such a calm and carefree spirit. I don't think I'll ever meet another one like him. :)
Hello everyone :) i very oddly had a vivid dream of a black horse with a white blaze and that next day when at a dealers yard was shown horses that were too small and when i asked if she had anything else a bit bigger she said well........ and there is a horrid dark peat stable was the black horse with a white blaze it really was a strange thing and at 14 i was convinced it was a sign a bought an appalling ill mannered strong CRAZY ex show jumper called Bracken (Trewerney Bay) who ihave to this day and he has been my best friend, and ride i could of wished for ive hunted him, shown him SJ, XC, Dressage (badly ;) ) sponsered rides charity events you name it !!! He is now 27 and still as sharp as ever and in work still.
My other horse was actually given to me by a friend of mine after my previous horse died she was a 13 yr old ex racer (i swore id never have a TB lol) he said he always wanted me to have her i am not the best rider but just a soft touch!! which he would verify! I brought her back into work after 18 months of rest after serious injury and im slowly retraining her for dressage i must admit i completly adore her she has such a trainable temperament and is very sweet to the point im actually considering breeding from her to have a horse to continue with when bracken and bramley retire :) she is 16.3 bay mare Bramley at home Elegant Apple out :)
Patty was my friends neighbors horse. They had many, they owned her dam and had bred her. Patty had never had grain, never been wormed, never been in a stall, had her feet done. She was 2 years old. I was only 10 I wanted my own horse, after selling my pony a few years before I had rode my mom and stepdads horses. Something about Patty made me want her. She wasn't pretty, she was actually kinda ugly then, she was skinny and she didn't do a thing, plus she was brown as plain as it gets. Yet I wanted her, loved her, thought she would be amazing. So me and my mom talked my stepdad into letting me buy her. Still had to pay full price, someone else wanted her as a broodmare. Took 2 hours to see load her, never had been in a trailer before. But we got her home. My mom broke her, later as a 3 turning 4 year old started her on barrels and away we went. I've ridden her since she was 2, been through it all. And 8 years later I still have her, always get compliments on what a pretty horse she is, she's the fattest easiest keeper in the barn, and a pretty good barrel and polea horse. She would do anything for me, and she will stay with me till she dies. I saved her and she's always been there when I need her. That's my horses story.
Posted via Mobile Device
I bought Aires from my now-BO back in May. I went with my friend to the stable to check it out (she was moving her mare there) and she told me that they also leased horses. So, we approached the BO and asked what horses he had for lease. He looked at me with this very appraising look (made me a little nervous, actually, as he's a very old-school cowboy type and a bit intimidating) for a while and then said "Would you rather lease, or buy?" I slowly said that I'd rather buy, but that I couldn't handle the big initial hit of buying a horse, which is why I was looking to lease. He nodded, then asked if I preferred mares or geldings. I fervently said that I prefer geldings. So, he said "Well, then I have a horse I think you should take a look at."
He led us over to one of the stalls and there was this big, black and white horse. My first thought was "Wow, he's handsome" but in a rather detached sort of way. So the BO suggests I go in and pet "Charlie." So, I did. At first, I was like "He's cute. How old is he?" When the BO told me he had just turned two, I was a bit turned off. I asked if he was broke and the BO said no. Another point against him. Then, as I was stroking his nose, this big lug reaches out and grabs my shirt in his teeth (right in the front, too) and looks up at me like "Whatcha gonna do about it?" I won't say that I fell in love right then, but that's when it started.
So, the BO and I went into the office and he laid out his deal for me. $1600 for Aires, which would include his gelding and 30 days of training. He handed me Aires' foal pic from the breeder and gave me 24 hours to consider his deal.
That's when the problems started. I got home that night and in my email inbox was an email from my old gelding's owners. They had seen an ad I had put up on Craigslist asking if anyone knew of Dakota (my old gelding) and if so, how he was doing. They told me that his was doing alright, but his right hock had fused (he had severe arthritis from being start as a hunter too young and too hard), so he was only a light trail horse...and then they offered him to me for free. So, here I had the chance to get my heart horse back.
I had to weigh the two options I had. I had to decide whether I was going to take a horse I knew from top to bottom, who I loved dearly, but couldn't ride (I'm too heavy for him because of his arthritis) and that I couldn't do anything with, even if I could ride him...or if I was going to take this untried, untrained two-year-old that I knew next to nothing about. After talking it over with my friend, I came to the heart-wrenching conclusion that I would have to pass on Dakota. My friend pointed out that, while Aires may be untried and unbroke (or at least he was at the time), he had much more potential and could help me accomplish my goals, which are to event.
So, I went to the BO the next day and signed the papers on Aires. I immediately searched for a replacement name, because "Charlie" (the BO called him "Charlie Horse") just wasn't working for me. It was way too "cowboy." So, after someone pointed out that his blaze is in the shape of South America and several people suggested South American influenced names (another favorite was Salvador), I settled on Buenos Aires. However, because Aires (pronounced eye-air-ace) is a bit of a mouthful, I decided to call him Aries (as in the Greek god of war) as his barn name. I chose it because gringos tend to pronounce Buenos Aires that way and because his personality is the complete antithesis of Aries, the god of war.
I have to say that I don't regret for a second my decision to purchase Aires. I love him dearly and he is an absolutely AMAZING horse. But there are times when I wish I could have afforded to take Dakota AND Aires, both. I would keep Dakota as a trail horse for my son when he visits (which isn't very often) and let the trainer at our barn use him as a lesson horse for the kids because he is absolutely amazing with kids (we used him as a bareback lesson horse in a french link snaffle for an eight-year-old little girl who was TERRIFIED of horses [she'd been thrown from a big warmblood at her previous lesson stable and was rather traumatized by it, so Dakota's gentleness and small size were perfect to help her gain her confidence back] before his old owners decided that they loved what I'd turned him into and wanted him back).
|All times are GMT -4. The time now is 07:40 AM.|
Powered by vBulletin® Version 3.8.8
Copyright ©2000 - 2016, vBulletin Solutions, Inc.
vBulletin Security provided by vBSecurity v2.2.2 (Pro) - vBulletin Mods & Addons Copyright © 2016 DragonByte Technologies Ltd.
User Alert System provided by Advanced User Tagging (Pro) - vBulletin Mods & Addons Copyright © 2016 DragonByte Technologies Ltd.