Dobe: I got him as a 3 year old. He had been captured off the prarie as a yearling (I think) then adopted by some people in a nearby town. They never handled him because they were afraid of him so he was a blank slate for me.
Koda: I got him as a 4 year old. He had been captured off the prarie as a weanling then adopted by a lady in a nearby town. She fiddled with him a bit then turned him out until he was 3. She sent him down to a trainer in south Texas then and the trainer was not even able to get a halter on him so he got sent home. He was turned out until I got him then he was turned out here until he was 5 when I broke him to ride.
Denny: Came from a woman in Keen TX who had raised him. One of her "cowboy" trainers had tried to break him and failed miserably. Every time the guy would make a move, Denny would jump, the guy would get scared, and beat Denny for reacting like that. They even broke one of his front teeth with a 2x4. When they did finally try to start riding him, he hurt one of the trainers bad enough to spend a couple days in the hospital. After that, he was shipped to my Dad to train. He had a rep for dealing with problem horses. Anyway, I fell in love and the rest is history.
Sis: Raised on a cutting horse ranch in Oklahoma. She was started on cattle and started bucking the riders off so she was put up for sale, brought her home for $800.
Flash: Raised in Taos, NM. Started at 18 months to be a show horse. Did some reining, WP, and roping. At 5 was diagnosed with Navicular by 3 different vets. Owner wanted to put him down but Dad was convinced that he could help him so owner gave him to my brother. When he got off the trailer, he was completely lame on both front feet (he had been shod with zero heel and a toe about 2 inches too long). So he was shod properly and given some time to heal. Within about 3 months, he was sound again and we started using him as a roping and ranch horse.
Flipper: Got him when he was about 15. He had been used on barrels, poles, and in parades and had some very serious behavioral issues. He would prance, and dance, and when he got hot and mad, he would throw himself down on top of the rider. I don't know much of anything else about his history.
Bessie: At one time, she had been part of a driving team but her mate had been killed by lightning a couple of years before. So the owner just turned her out in the pasture with a QH stud and left her. He never even caught her up for shots or hoof care, let alone basic grooming. He was fixing to ship her off to auction (and we all know what would have happened to a green broke 7 year old Belgian mare there) but Dad offered to take her. When she came off the trailer, she was about the size of a bloated bus and a couple of months later, she gave me Rafe.
Buck (RIP): He was born and raised on a breeding farm in Kansas. When they tried to start on his training at 3, he was more than the trainer could handle and he ended up nearly killing about 2 people. They had loaded him on a truck with a bunch of cattle that were headed to the slaughter house when my Dad saw him. He offered to take the horse and at first, the owner refused because he didn't want to be responsible when that horse hurt my Dad. Anyway, we ended up with him and after being used for many years as a roping horse, Buck found his true calling as a kid horse. He raised both my brother and I.
None of my others have a very interesting story.