It seemed like any other day, get up, dressed and out to do chores. But, it was so quiet, so very quiet. No birds, no insects, no horses anxious for breakfast, nothing.
I went up, fed the cats, got breakfast ready for Zim, and headed into the barn. I made my way to his stall, and he wasn't there nickering to me. I knew then something was horrifically wrong. I looked in, and there he was, laying against the far wall, dead.
What led up to all this had been a nightmare.
About 10 days prior, I heard an airplane but didn't think anything of it. But it didn't go away. So I went and looked, that (can't think of a word that will fit and be ok with the rules) was chasing my heavy in foals mares!! It was April1st, and they were due the end of the month!!
I purposefully left my rifle home, grabbed my binoculars instead, got on my jitney and roared up there. To say I was ANGRY was an understatement!! It had snowed that morning, and my mares were running rivers of sweat! That buzzard had been chasing them quite a while!!
I saw every side of that plane, top, bottom both sides, and NO NUMBERS ANYWHERE! I could have thrown a rock and hit him, he was that low.
Then, because I got up there, the coward left.
I came back and started making phone calls. I found out that because he'd been hired to aerial gun coyotes by a government agency, there was nothing I could do. Not a doggone thing!
Now the aftermath of that.
The first mare I had problems with, the foal was sooooo jumbled up inside her. The vet had never seen anything like it. One front leg was crossed over the other, and his head was down between them. There was no way she could have had him. We ended up parting him what looked to be the finest stud colt I ever raised. Saved the mare, but he was dead. The vet said it was due to being chased so hard by that plane.
Next was a maiden mare. In all the chasing by that blasted plant she had twisted a gut. It had exploded. She was not quite far enough along to save the foal, and I lost both.
The next morning after putting Lacy down, is when I found Zim. He wouldn't even watch the night before as we buried Lacy. He stood over with his head in the corner of his stall. I believe he knew what happened, and he just gave up.
It has taken me a long time to be able to write about those 2 weeks. That plane cost me 3 horses. Yes, Zim was 29, sterile, retired, but he was invaluable to me. The mare, Lacy, that I lost, was the youngest daughter I had by him.
That was 2 weeks I hope to NEVER have to live thru again. Ever.
Zim was buried in my front pasture by the fence. The only marker he has was a large stone.
Doczim Two D Two, an own son of AQHA World Champion Cutting Horse, AQHA Champion and PCCHA Futurity Champion Doc's Zimfandel. Plus, "Zim" stands on his own record!
Zim has to his credit:
Reserve Champion WCHA Open 1993
Reserve Champion Non Pro WCHA 1993
Champion Junior Youth WCHA 1993
Reserve Champion Junior Youth WCHA 1992
Dayville Winter Series Open Champion & Saddle Winner 1992
Finalist 10,000 Non Pro Reno NCHA/PCCHA 1989
Cascade Cow Cutters Horse of the Year 1989
Montana Summer Championships High Scoring Horse of the Show, Over 800 Runs, 152 1/2 NCHA 1989
Top 5 Ladies in 2 Shows NWCHA 1988
Reserve Champion 2000 Non Pro NWCHA 1987
Orville Eveleth Memorial Cutting Championships 500 NR Champion
Top 5 3000 Novice Horse NWCHA
Top 5 5000 Novice Horse NWCHA
20 AQHA Cutting Points
7 AQHA Reining Points
AQHA ROM Arena