My first horse sized horse.

At about age 15 Dad bought a horse from a close by neighbor who agreed to keep the horse for me at his place that was even closer than Daltons was. His name was Larry Biggs and he was a Marion county sheriff. His father was a life long horseman they just called "Honey" Larrys wife was named Sandy and I really liked them both. I got my first full sized horse from Larry and Sandy by buying a yearling that grew up to be 15 hands or so. He was a 1/2 Arabian, 1/2 Qh, and Larry had named him "The Judge" after a spoof by a TV comedian named Flip Wilson who did a skit called "here comes tha judge!"

The photo is of my dad on a hot summer day getting a "pony ride" with me leading him a lap or two around the back yard of our Dearborn St, home. Apparently colored socks and shorts were all the rage? As you can see I have had to borrow a saddle for my peeps to get a spin on my horse. Even so in another picture from this day my mother is mounting by standing on a wooden slatted lawn chair just to reach the stirrup. Do you remember those? Classy compared to today's plastic ones.

At any rate "The Judge" must have been about my 5th horse, and this time it was really a horse! The definition of horse being an equine over the wither height of 56 inches. 56 inches and under is classified as a pony. You see...my parents not being horse people were more afraid of me falling a long way to the ground than anything else associated with my obsession with having to have a horse. So they systematically bought me ponies that I was really too big for to begin with, and when my toes were dragging in the grass they would buy me one about a hand taller.

This time I foiled their plans. I bought "The Judge" as an untrained yearling, and I remember Dad saying, well...that one is a nice size. Just a little bigger than your pony is now. Not only did I train my first horse from start to finish with "The Judge" a year later I had about a 15 hand horse! I rode Judge everywhere. At 15 I was exploring past the confines of Dalton stables and its woods and trails. I started doing a lot of road riding. Judge got very well broke to all kinds of traffic.

I actually got to keep Judge a few years due to not out growing him. I cant remember why exactly but it seems Larry and Sandy were starting divorce proceedings, Honey had died, and Dalton stables was being bought by a developer, but something unexpected came down the pipe and I had to sell Judge. He was bought by a man who was on the mounted Patrol, and the fellow was tickled to get such a traffic savvy young horse.I liked the guy and that made having to let go a lot easier. I even gave him the leather bridle with the horses name carved in it I had made in a leather working class at school. He was even kind enough to call back months later to tell me that he was very pleased with the horse and "The Judge" was working out very well for him.

From then on though it was only full sized horses for me. I now had to find a new option to continue my crazed obsession with horses, but I knew I would fetter it out somehow. As you can imagine I was pretty used to having to let go of my horse only to end up with another by then.Even so I really missed "The Judge" he was pretty special to me for several reasons.

The oldest memories

This is the oldest photo I have of myself at a horse show. The pony I'm riding was the second one I had owned and his name was Nightmare. A Nightmare he wasn't. He was a really good, well trained pony and the first one that taught me the value of a broke horse. You see the first pony I owned was named Spirit and quite frankly I'm pretty sure he earned it. He was all white, hyper, and a handful. Not only was he my first pony and I had to learn to ride on him, my father flat refused to by me a saddle because back then the price tag on a used saddle was 2x the cost of the pony. Board was $25 a month. Lucky for me the stables was within walking distance of my suburban neighborhood on the south side of Indianapolis near Beech Grove, In.

The place was called Dalton Stables and the man in charge of it for many years was known as Pic Dalton. His common law wife Betty Day lived there with him for many years in the little old white run down farm house on the hill. Dalton stables had several hundred acres, pasture, woods, and an adjoining unused property with several hundred more acres that you could slip through the ancient barb wire in places and ride on even more land. As you can imagine it was a 10 yr old child's paradise. Back then kids my age could disappear from after breakfast until dark without a parent's frantic worry.

I leaned much about horses and people at that stables even as a child. There were a couple of roping horses Speedy and Razor and their cowboy owners were a header, and heeler team. They used to practice team roping in the old run down arena at the base of the hill to the left of the huge many stall boarding barn. I used to enjoy watching them "doing their thing".

 I also became aware of owner neglect even way back then when a pathetic Tennessee Walking horse that never got out of his filthy stall went from healthy, to thin, to starved over a period of just a few months. I remember feeling so sorry for that horse I cleaned his stall consisting of a foot of urine soaked and packed feces. Being I was just a kid with no form of income of my own that was all I could do at the time. Even so I imagine the poor horse appreciated it.

The happier times were spent riding bareback through the hundreds of acres of woods on my pony. I spent about five years boarding at that place, riding those woods, and enjoying every minute of it. Learning to ride or die trying on Spirit, and later enjoying the pleasures of a well mannered pony named Nightmare that really wasn't. I even got my start in horse showing on Nightmare and the picture is of he and I on a barrel pattern. I'm sure I did not have a saddle and that hand you see is gripping nothing more than a handful of mane. 

A "loaner"

This is my hubby Ron at a QH show in Pine Bluff, Ar. a few years ago. I had hauled my Weiscamp gelding down there to show in a few western pleasure classes. With the over 2 hour drive down there, and the few classes offered for me, I decided that Ron and Homer my horse ( named after Homer Simpson) were going to give it a go in the men’s western pleasure as well. Why not, right?

Well…..except for the fact that Ron had hardly ever rode the horse before much less shown him. You see I do this once in awhile to my good natured hubby and he is always a sport about it. You see this wasn’t the first time. Ever since the one time threw him on cold turkey like that, and he won a BIG class he’s has been a real trooper about it. That time I was on “a loaner” all day. I used to show a horse named Scooter for a dear friend who used to board him at our farm in Shirley, In.

As it was that day with Scooter I had already won several big WP classes in a row. Ron just happened to be standing in the wrong place at the wrong time right near the exit gate. I stepped down off the horse and told him to “get on!” He looked at me puzzled, and I repeated myself, “get on! The judge really likes this horse!” You see Ron was supposed to ride his own horse in the men’s WP, but we pulled a switch at the last minute. Ron’s looked changed from puzzled to startled and then he exclaimed “but…but…I’ve never even rode this horse” To that I answered “ “He’s broke isn’t he? GET ON!”

So he did. Much to all of our delight, (me, owner Linda who was watching, and our kids) Ronzo as we affectionately call him, threw his leg over, put his feet in stirrups that weren’t adjusted for him, promptly went in and WON the big men’s WP class! He won a fair amount of prize money as well which he informed Linda he was keeping for the dirty deed we had just pulled on him. (Normally I gave her all the winnings to Linda help offset the cost of showing her horse) Linda laughed, Ron beamed, and from that point on he never again gave me that “are you CRAZY?” look when I slapped him unexpectedly on a "loaner”

Half the class

Three of the horses in this picture were mine, with three of my daughters competing not only against the rest of the class but each other. On the palomino gelding is my bonus daughter (my preferable word to step) Heidi riding Whiskey her dads horse. On the paint next to her is Cody riding Honey. and right behind her is Shelby riding her liver chestnut Morgan gelding Otis in English attire. (Shelby and Otis are kind of hard to see, see the dark brown ears, and hunt cap behind Honey)

This was the line up to call out the winners so considering I had three riders out of the six in the class we were pretty well guaranteed some ribbons. I don't remember now who won, and placed, but I think it's safe to say my clan got something. The really neat thing about this day it was just having all the girls at a show together having a great time with their horses.

Being little girls as they are, they were about as thrilled with the concession stand as they were with the horse show. Only little kids know why it is an over priced hot dog at an event tastes so much better than the ones you have at home. Fun times, fond memories, and great kids!

The story of Ruby

Sometimes people wonder why I become so rabid about people who don't feed their horses well, and even more rabid than rabid about the ones that don't feed them at all. Maybe Ruby's story here will shed a little bit of light on that.

I bought this mare at a low end sale that was frequented by what is known as "kill" buyers. She was owned by one of them. He approached me about this little mare and another he had bought from the same place that was in the same condition. They were horribly starved. Almost to death's very door. The kill buyer said they seemed really gentle and he did not have the heart to leave them with the owners that had done this to them. So he bought them ( being skin and bones they had no value to him) so he brought them to the sale in hopes that someone might want to take them on as a project horse.

Knowing my reputation around the sale it wasn't surprising that I was personally hunted down to be asked if I might be interested. One look and I was taking them both home.With in a couple of days we were at the vets office and we got the low down. Ruby ( the bay in the picture) was around 28 yrs old, needed what teeth she had left worked on, and wormed. Other than that she had been starved, and badly needed groceries. The other mare a palomino Saddlebred had a suspicious blood drip coming from one nipple, but was only 17 yrs old. "Music" as the kids named her needed another vets opinion. She too had been very badly starved.

While the Palomino mare dug in and ate like there was no tomorrow, Ruby the little bay did not. I don't know how to explain this to you, but the little mare had completely given up. You could see it in her eyes. She was just waiting to die. My daughter Cody was only six years old at the time and she for whatever reason latched onto this old mare as "hers" right away. Cody spent countless hours with the old horse, talking to her, brushing her, picking out her hooves, all while Cody's long waist length hair drug on the barn floor. Cody gave her shampoo baths, standing on a lawn chair she braided her mane, and brushed out her tail. She even started using up our expensive show grooming products on Ruby on a regular basis. Until you have seen it you wont know how odd it is to see a rack of bones horse with a braided mane and tail, coat covered in show sheen, and hoof black polished hooves.

Now under normal circumstances Cody would have gotten in trouble for wasting expensive show products we needed for the show horses, but the thing was the little mare was perking up from all the attention. You may not believe me and those that know me well know I'm normally on the pessimistic side so this may come as a bit of a shock to hear coming from me, but you could literally see the will to live coming back into the old mares eyes. I kid not. More than all the hay we could keep in front of her, more than the grain she was now receiving on a regular basis, the trips to the vet, or anything else we did for her, the love from that little girl is what gave that old mare back the desire to be alive and her will to live.

Even so, it was a slow recovery. One thing about Cody is once she decides she is going to do something she sinks her teeth into it and like a Pit Bull just doesn't let go. She spent countless hours with the old mare, and for months on end. Keep in mind she was only six years old. She had a regular habit of leading Ruby around the yard and letting her graze. When we asked her about it, she explained to us that yard grass was better than pasture grass and so she was making sure Ruby got plenty of it. Ok...I didn't know that. You learn something new every day.

About five months into this Ruby was looking a whole lot better. She had went from skeletal to just ribby. She still had a ways to go but the old mare was clearly making a come back. Cody for all her efforts was really starting to get vocal about wanting to take "Ruby" to the horse show. ( the rest of us already had horses to show) We had to keep telling her "not yet" as the mare was not yet looking good enough for a public outing. Cody was disappointed, but she understood. That however did not keep her from asking each time there was a show that coming weekend. "Can I take Ruby? pleeeeese mommy."

The "not yet" answer was the same for nine months. After those nine months though the horse looked downright healthy! To be honest nobody would have ever guessed what she had been through. It was late Sept that year and the local club was having their very last show of the season. Cody got to take Ruby. The old horses mane was banded, her body bathed from her nose to her brushed out tail, and of course her hooves polished a shiny black. Cody entered her in the child's walk and trot class, and well... the picture tells the rest of the story. Twelve years later at eighteen years old Cody still has that tiny first place trophy on her shelf. * now at nineteen it resides with her in her dorm room at college.

Ruby has long since passed on to greener pastures, but if I were a betting person I would not be afraid to put a big one down that there is an old horse somewhere over the rainbow bridge that is willing to wait a very long time to see a certain little girl again.

Why? and.. from Wrangler to Rambler.

Guess who? yeah...the dare devil one. This is Shelby enjoying her POA pony Wrangler on a hot summer day.  Ok so you guessed who, now the question is....drum roll....why? That I can't answer you. I have no idea why anyone would want to ride their horse this way, but she did and seemed to be enjoying it. Oddly enough from the horses posture it looks like he thinks it's pretty "ok" too.

Wrangler and Shelby made a great team as you can see. Besides putting up with her oddball antics, they were quite the team in the show ring as well. Wrangler and Shelby competed in just about everything. From judged events like western pleasure, trail class, and hunter under saddle, and even hunter hack, to speed events like barrels, poles, flags, and down and back. Fist's full of ribbons, a big smile, and a snug knowing look on a pony's face.That was Shelby and Wrangler.

Shelby finally out grew Wrangler, not in mind, or soul, or in her heart, but in body. She literally got too big for the pony and had to graduate to a horse. She apprehensively gave Wrangler to a friend of ours for her little boy. Tina's boy was a little too young at the time, so she loaned him to some friends of hers with the understanding she would get him back when her son was ready for him.

Shelby eventually found and fell in love with a new horse. She named him "Rambler" in part because it sounded a bit like "Wrangler" and in part because "Rambler" was her schools mascot. Shelby still has Rambler. They too have a successful relationship, and an equally impressive number of wins in the show ring. As this tale unfolds you will get to see pictures of Shelby and Rambler's history together. To all our horse friends, past, present, and future.

She grew up with horses, too.

This is a photo of my daughter Shelby at about 9 yrs old. The horse in her lap is not dead I assure you though it may indeed appear that way. The filly in the photo is one we raised from one of my Weiscamp mares who was a half sister to my 100% Weiscamp Skipper W gelding who's parents were right off of old Hanks farm. For those of you that have no idea what I'm talking about don't worry about it, its famous QH pedigree blubber.

What anyone should find interesting about this picture is just that a nine year old child has enough of "a way" with horse's about them that a new foal would be so happy to be sleeping in her lap. For you parents out there you know its a tad unusual for the typical nine year old child to enjoy sitting there long enough for a horse to get its beauty rest. As you have probably guessed this one grew up with horses too. Shelby is almost 17 now.

Shelby is and always has been the dare devil kid. That is just her nature. If I was going to catch a kid doing something silly, or risky, it would always be Shelby. None of her three brothers ever caused near the number of skipped heart beats that Shelby has. Besides being a "let it all hang out" kinda kid with the horses, she carried that tendency over into other aspects of her life. She even played just about every position on the boys football team at her local public school for about five years.Yeah...I have even seen her on the bottom of a huge "dog pile" from diving on a fumbled football during a game. 

Anyway...along this journey you will see a number of photos of Shelby, well..... being Shelby. Since it is the theme of the blog it will be with a horse. So... let me offer up the standard warning early on "don't try this at home" Leave the stunts to the professionals. Do also know that I have as mom tried my level best to curb this tendency in my sweet little girl if for nothing else her safety. I have finally accepted the fact that some of them are just frogs, and snails, and puppy dog tails. 

She grew up with horses.

My daughter Cody is 12 yrs old in this photo. She is 18 now. This horse is a ApHA filly she raised out of her ApHA mare that became chronically lame. Cody wanted to have part of Honey for her riding horse so we bred Honey to our AQHA, PHBA, NFQHA stallion and Rain here is the result.

The interesting thing about all this is mostly that the horse in the photo is two, and the girl is only twelve. This was the first horse Cody trained to ride all by herself. Now do understand that this is not something I would suggest to anyone to do ( green horse + green rider = black and blue) as the old saying goes. Cody by twelve had not only grown up with horses, by this time she had quite a bit of successful horse showing under her belt, and was a truly amazing rider. She could also ride a horse that was bucking like a bronco and never loose her cool, or.. her balance.

Not only that she undeniably has an amazing gift with animals that is hard to explain without seeing it in first hand. She has a calming effect on them that just boggles the mind. She has tamed animals other people could not even get near. Anyway...just know reader that this is/was not the typical kid training a young horse all by herself. Mom was always present and watchful, and there was never once a single sign that any trouble was brewing.

As it turned out Cody got Rain well started under saddle without any fan fare whatsoever.They went together like peanut butter and jelly. Cody in the end decided to sell Rain since she preferred riding a finished horse and spent the next few years enjoying Toby instead. Now as an older young lady she still has a soft spot in her heart for Rain and still talks about finding her and trying to buy her back. I know where the mare is and its not far from us, so mums the word, ok? These days between being a HS senior, learning to drive, her boyfriend, and her trade school hours she's putting in, she doesn't ride the horse's we have here these days. Who knows maybe one day they will be reunited, and she will then have the time to finish what she started.

A long, long, time ago.

This photo was taken between 23 and 27 years ago. I'm not sure which because the two year old little boy on the horse is either Shawn my now 29 yr old son, or Dan who is his younger brother who is now 25. They are both tow heads to this day and the old picture is fuzzy. The man walking his "joined up" ( you see none of this re-packaged "natural horsemanship" stuff as they call it these days is new) quarter horse gelding is Darrin Hornberger these days of Knightstown, Indiana. He and his wife Kris have been life long horse buddies of mine. Darrin is now one of the top barrel racers in the US. Kris is a journeyman farrier, and a very talented horse woman in her own right.

Anyway...back to the picture. This was taken at a horse "camp out" we all did twice a year on Memorial Day and Labor day weekends at the Double YY Saddle Club in Edinburgh, In, not far from the Hoosier Horse Park. It lasted four days.We went for all four for years. There were hay rides, a live band, a horse show, a fun show, both guided and unguided trail rides, and lots and lots of good times to be had. Sleeping in my 2 room tent, riding my horse day after day. I can not think of any time in my life that was more enjoyable than those lazy, sometimes crazy, days and nights, we all had horsin around at the Double YY.

Now a little about the horse in the photo. Darrin would have been in his early to mid twentys in this picture, and Dude ( the horse) had been his horse since he was a teen showing with me at the Tumbleweeds Saddle Club in Wanamaker, In. The horse was 4 when he got him, so he must have been close to 14 in the picture. he was a great horse. You cant tell from the picture but ole Dude could have been a poster child for conformation defects. He was over in the knees, ewe necked, long backed, and well....we will leave it at that. He did have a pretty head.

 Funny thing about the ole horse though was that he apparently had never read all those books about how a horse must have splendid and perfect conformation to be a top athlete. I guess nobody must have ever told him either. You see...Dude's performance in the speed events ( barrels, poles & flags) was legendary. Plain and simple the horse was hard to beat. When Darrin and Dude showed up to an event people that knew they were in the same class with them let out a "dag nabbit!" Like I said, the horse was hard to beat. The other really cool thing about Dude was anybody could ride him. He was calm and cool on the trails, gentle like he was carrying eggs with a baby on his back, and still a fire ball in the arena. What a neat horse! One I will remember for all the days I'm above ground and not yet taking the big dirt nap.

 Speaking of dirt naps ole Dude has since passed over to greener pastures. He lived out his life with Darrin and Kris on their beautiful 80 acre farm in east central In. Dude spent his retirement years doing much of nothing more than the occasional job of toting a tow headed two yr old around for a few laps of "pony ride" just like he is doing here. Always lots of little kids in the Hornberger's massive extended family, so the ole horse was never short of love and attention. It's funny how you can have such a soft spot in your heart for a horse that wasn't even yours. Dude...he was one of the great ones.

The Four Legged "stock market"

This was my Appaloosa stallion. ApHC "Essence of Intrigue" When I bought this horse less than 5 years ago the horse market was just in the initial stages of decline. I was the newly elected president of the North Central Arkansas Appaloosa Horse Club that was a regional club that had been inactive for that many years. I got involved and took it from defunct to an operational club that was starting out putting on some local all breed shows with the intention of raising enough money doing that to be able to afford to have an all Appaloosa Breed Show ( which are quite expensive to put on)

So....I bought this horse, and 4 broodmares to have my small quality Appaloosa program going. The Stallion already had an award where he had over 50 halter points with ACCAP, and I took him in two shows half way to his ApHC ROM. He was a really good horse. World show quality from what I saw in DFW in 05. I was able to purchase this horse for $2,500 whereas 10 years before that I could not have touched one his quality for less than $20,000! It's true, so as gamblers in the stock market would say it was "time to get in"

As it turned out just like the other stock market these days it was time to leave it alone. After hanging on for four years, raising a few good quality foals that sold easily, things in the horse industry went from bad to worse. Not to mention being the president of the regional App club turned out to be a royal PITA. I found out  first hand that humans like to sit on their hands and bitch, what its like to do just about everything yourself ( if it was the hard stuff that wasn't fun) and that no matter how much you do, someone will always find fault with it. Hubby and I had, had our fill. Enough was enough. I ended up not caring if I ever looked at another App horse, and I had always really liked them. A sour taste in your mouth I think is what people call that.

I ended up selling the stallion, selling the broodmares, all of which spare one were open ( not bred) and got out while the getting was good. I can honestly say I'm better off without the horse or the headaches. Sometimes you just have to learn things the hard way. From now on, I'm staying away from the stock market. Both wall streets, AND the four legged variety.

You couldn't help but laugh

Here we are this May waiting in front of a house for a group of gorgeously dressed young ladies to get in the carriage for their grand entrance at their school to arrive in style to their high school prom. It took awhile as it always does when pretty young women are trying to get everything about their look just perfect.

Which turned out to be a huge hit for the rest of the kids in the neighborhood.They actually got the chance to interact with our carriage horse Duke. At first they were timid, but as you can see they got more and more comfortable as one watched another pet the horse.

That is...until my husband who was heading for me pulled Dukes lips back and showed the kids Dukes teeth. Horses teeth are pretty disgusting to look at and he assured each and every one of them that, that, was what their teeth would look like if they didn't brush them regularly. While they were chanting "yuck" and "gross" my husband with his warped sense of humor makes a quick squat towards them and at the same time makes a loud snorting noise that sounds quite like a rabid wild hog in attack mode.

They scattered like roaches in the kitchen lights. Kids squealing, bikes were flung, and I'm convinced that Scotty from Star Trek beamed a couple of them up. Quickly they realized that Mr. Ron was the culprit and not sweet as apple pie Duke the horse, so soon they gave him that "Oh it was YOU!" look.

Before that though, the looks on their faces was, well... Priceless! You couldn't help but laugh.

It wasn't his fault, and the People that should be ashamed of themselves.

This is my daughter Cody riding a cute little 2 yr old QH gelding we bought for her named "Champ" Champ was so named because he had won a huge halter class at a big regional horse show against even mature horses as a mere yearling. A friend told us about Champ and how nice of a horse he was for the price the owners were asking for him.

If only any one of us had wondered why.

As it tuned out the owner was selling Champ minus his QH papers and for good reason. Champ had HYPP. A double dose of it. The worst kind. For those of you that don't know what it is, its a genetically passed down disease where the muscles cant properly channel potassium ions. What it causes is tremors, seizures, and in the worst cases death. You see these horses lose control of their muscles and fall down if its just the hindquarters affected, and die when the heart stops beating if its the muscle that's affected.

Sounds horrific and rare doesn't it? Horrific it is, rare it is not. You see these horses were winners in the halter (conformation) ring because the fluid that built up in their muscles gave them, well.... an Arnold Schwarzenegger look. Judges loved it, those that will stoop to anything to win embraced it. AQHA did their best for way too long to ignore it. Horses like Champ suffered from it.

Poor Champ, he was such a sweetheart. He really tried to please his rider, and Cody was fast falling in love with him. It all came to a screeching halt when she came in the house complaining that he kept "going down" on her while she was riding him. She thought he was just young and clumsy. Upon witnessing what was happening I pretty well knew what the deal was. Nevertheless I told her to stay off of him until I could send his blood sample off for testing. It came back H/H. A double dose of the disease.

One of the worst things about this story is the fact that this is incredibly easy to avoid. You see you have to breed an affected horse to even get it. You have to breed two affected horses to get one like Champ. To avoid it all you have to do is not breed affected horses and its really, really, easy to know if its a concern because every single incidence of this disease the horses pedigree traces back to the AQHA horse Impressive. Not all of his offspring were affected, and as long as your Impressive bred horse is N/N or.. negative/negative for the gene they don't have it, and can't pass it on. I'm sure even you non horse people can figure this one out. Only breed N/N horses! DUH!

The very worst thing about this story is the long line of people that really, really, ought to be ashamed of themselves. The breeder for breeding such misery for the horse, and danger to future owners, AQHA for not putting a stop to allowing these horses to reproduce without a N/N test result when they first became aware of the condition, and an extra big helping of shame to the heartless jerk who sold this horse with a dangerous condition. Cody was with us when we went to check Champ out so the owner not only knew who the horse was for he had nary a single concern for my sweet daughter being exposed to the danger of  it ( if they fall on you while you are on, or near them, it can easily kill you) all for a whopping $600 in his pocket. I hope he laughed all the way to the bank and rots in hell for doing so.

I gave Champ to a very experienced horse woman who worked at our local feed elevator at the time. Of course with FULL disclosure about the HYPP status, and the blood test results proving it. She said she just wanted something to show in halter and thought she could work around it. I sternly warned her to keep her toddler away from the horse. That was actually unnecessary because Tina was if anything an overly protective mother. The mother in me had to voice it anyway. Since we lost every bit of the money we spent on buying Champ for my daughter it was a long time before she got another horse to call her own. As it turned out Cody  opted for a very well trained and finished Team roping horse. A little Tobiano paint horse we called Toby. She rode Toby for the next several years.

Hank the cow horse gets a horse hello from Ron

Hank the cow horse

This is a photo of hubby Ron and a big bay roan gelding we bought at a sale that had come from a Ranch in Montana where he was being used to sort cattle. Hank was big, muscular, missing the refined look of a show horse but nevertheless a handsome horse. A riding horse deluxe with fast tight turns, and quick roll backs, blinding spurts of speed when you asked for it, and screeching stops. "Handy" is the word the cowboys use.

As you can imagine Ron wanted to keep him. As you can imagine I thought he was too much horse for us. This was approximately 11 years ago, the kids were small, and Ron had only been a "horseman" for a little over 5 years and it was not my kind of riding. This horse was the kind that would have been a prospect to turn into a barrel or pole horse since there were no cattle ranches to speak of in Indiana. Rural life there is corn and bean fields.

That and the other thing that was "odd" about Hank ( at least to me) were the holes in his training. While he was trained to ride out of this world, he was terrified of getting a bath, fly spray, having his ears clipped, or any other "pampering" our horses were used to. I actually was so stunned by the oddity of him being so well trained and yet not comfortable at all with what I considered "routine" things that I called Dale Haley the man who owned the sale barn about it. Dale laughed at me and asked me what did I expect from a bonafide "ranch" hoss?  He said "That horse has never seen a bottle of fly spray, and the only time he ever got a bath was when it rained!"

Fair enough.

We spent enough time bonding with Hank that he got over his fears of things we thought were part of every horses life. We have since ran into a number of our Amish trained draft horses with the same type of problems. No doubt from the same lack of exposure to them. They too have learned to enjoy the finer things in life. Ultimately Hank was sold to a guy that wanted him for exactly what he was. Which is, as it should be.

Albert riding Albert

This is Ronald Albert my husband, riding Albert the horse. Albert is a Percheron gelding about 8 years old. Albert had been part of a fellows team of horses that he had sold some months earlier at a local auction. I learned all this from the info and phone numbers on Albert's coggins papers. Somewhere along the line Albert and his team mate were separated. A gal that lived not far from us had Albert listed for sale. We went to look and decided to take a chance on him. He was thin when we got him and that is almost a "shoe in" for us to drag one home whether we think they will work for us or not. Gotta feed em ya know! Poor horse!

At any rate, Albert was a fun and dependable riding horse but like Zoro, Albert was going to take a lot of work to drive single. Even during ground driving Albert would turn his head around while trying to walk forward looking for his missing team mate. We met a man at an outdoor flea market that knew a guy wanting a draft to ride so we sold him Albert. We did not own Albert for more than a half a year, but we got him fat and healthy, wormed, vetted, and his feet done regularly while he was here. He went to his new home in a lot better shape than he came to ours in. He was a nice horse, we wish him all the best!

Pokey really was Pokey

This photo is of me in my 20's riding a horse I bought from a friend as a 2 yr old. He was a registered QH and his name was "Pines Impressive Sun", but his "real" or "barn" name was Pokey and boy did he earn it! I was learning to ride and show English in this picture because people were clamoring for me to apply for my English judges card from ISHA. I had previously been only a western rider. My thought's on it were to learn to do it well enough that I could win those classes consistently and then I would feel I had the right to judge other riders. As you can see from the picture Pokey and I were a ways away from that goal at this point.

I had a hard time finding a riding instructor that would challenge me until I met a fellow lady judge at one of our seminars named Ellen Demkowitz. Ellen had a background in hunter classes and her and her daughter were hard to beat in those. Ellen when I started taking lessons from her was showing dressage. She was taking lessons from Carol Grant that won the dressage freestyle at the Pan American games during the 1986-7 Olympics. The horse portion of that was held at the then brand new multi-million dollar facility that is still known as The Hoosier Horse Park.

Ellen employed quite a bit of dressage into our English riding lessons, which I found not to hurt a thing as far as being able to morph the style a bit to ride hunter classes. I was only riding in the under saddle division and never jumped any further than a hunter hack class in competition. Ellen did drag me and Pokey off to a few dressage shows where we scored low 60's right out of the box in training level. That club threw you out of training level with more than 3 scores over 55, so after three I took a hiatus! I had just memorized the one pattern I was riding (test 2) and thought that was about the hardest thing I ever did trying to remember the turns, upward and downward transitions while riding the dang horse too! As you can imagine its by far harder than it looks. Its surprising how difficult it is just to enter the ring in a straight line to salute the judge.

Not to mention on top of all the new skills I was learning Pokey was not exactly the best dressage prospect. In a sport where "forward" and lively movement is coveted Pokey was, well.....Pokey. Suited perfectly for the slow and easy western pleasure events I showed him in, he was rather lazy and uninterested in the whole idea of long athletic strides and forward movement. He had to be "persuaded" the entire time. It was aerobic exercise for me if it wasn't anything else. "Squeeze him up into the bridle! like your squeezing a tube of toothpaste!" Lady....we are at the end of the tube. There is nothing left in it.

Other than being rather lazy by nature for an English riding horse, Pokey was a great horse though. I won lots of year end awards on him, and some really huge versatility championships as well. I still have the plaques and trophies out in the garage.

Tis and That

This photo was taken a few weeks ago at Belgian Meadows Farm in west Little Rock where we provide horse and carriage service  for weddings and special events there. Its a picturesque place with huge mature trees, a small lake, and rolling pastures.

I'm driving, but on the passenger side of the drivers seat is my friend Tis. Pronounced Tiz. I'm not at all sure where she acquired that nick name, but considering she's from England and speaks with a heavy British accent its hard to tell. Her father is from Wales and you REALLY have to pay attention to filter through his accent just to understand him.

Tis is in a perpetually good mood, lively and just a real joy to be around. Her hubby Eddie is quiet until you get to know him and once you do you realize he is probably one of the nicest guys your will ever meet. Eddie drives the truck and trailer sometimes for "us girls" and being a professional over the road truck driver he is no doubt better at it than any of us will ever be. He hauls livestock for a living so his skills are perfect!

Tis's father Mick, was a professional race horse jockey in New Market, UK. He is in his 70's now so he is no longer racing horses, but the exposure to horses Tis received as a child due to dads job seems to have lent her to a very natural way with them. Horses just like her! well...so does everybody else, but.. she can put a horse that's nervously eyeballing a potential "horse eater" to sleep in about 2 minutes flat! Its almost comical to watch.

  As it is she is my driver in training, and a really good header. Which is the person who stands at the horses head during loading and unloading of passengers. Its her job to make sure the horse doesn't move while people are getting in and out. I'm really lucky to have her for heading, as well as for a buddy. She and her family have been a greatly positive force in our lives. To many more enjoyable years together! and..the horses say so too!

One of the really, really, great ones!

I am really sad that I don't have a better picture than this ( or even another one for that matter) of this mare AQHA's "Cool Shota Brandy" Even her name was awesome! This photo is of me showing her in a western pleasure class that someone probably took by accident considering how odd of a shot it is. She was a deep liver chestnut at times almost black and had a platinum streaked mane and tail. She was a gorgeous horse, with a perfect conformation. Not to mention a fabulous mover, and really hard to beat in western pleasure classes.

This mare was only a 3 yr old when I bought her at a registered auction for $1,200. I bought her less than 2 years after the broken back Hawg had gifted me, and by then was using my professional trainer friend Darrin Hornberger to put the first 30 days on anything I bought. Darrin knew how badly my confidence had been shaken and not only did a great job, but was always brutally honest with me as to whether or not he thought I was going to be comfortable with a prospective new horse. He only rode Brandy 3 times and called me to tell me to come and get her. His words were "you don't need me to ride this one for you" and he was right! For such a young horse she was bomb proof and as calm and easy to get along with as any horse I have ever owned. Still to this day.

I took Brandy to lots of shows, you see for a good portion of my life I was at a horse show competing  literally every weekend. There was even a time when there was offered a show on both Saturday and Sunday and naturally I showed both days. I was not wealthy, as a single mom at the time I owned Brandy I would not have been able to afford that except for the fact that in Indiana horse shows offered "paybacks" or prize money to the winners and well....the mare was phenomenal. Not only in the ring but everywhere else. I took her on camp outs, trail rides, and road rides. There was nothing that rattled that amazing young mare.

I kept her I think for 3 years until a teen 17 something girl approached me about buying her. She asked " Is this the mare I saw you carrying a baby's play pen on over at the show arena at Danville?" I confirmed that indeed it was and the next words out of her mouth were "I'm looking for a new horse, what would you have to have to sell her" I priced her at $2,500 and she did not even blink an eye. The next day she showed up with her father aka "checkbook" and their horse trailer in tow. I really hated to sell Brandy but being strapped as a single mom it seemed like the right thing to do. Besides the money I got for her I would also be avoiding the next 4-5 months of a winter feed bill. My family needed to come first so I sold the mare.

Had I known what would transpire from that decision I would never, ever, had let that wonderful horse slip from my hands. As it turned out the "young lady" ruined the mare and managed to even make her downright dangerous. The story I got was that she was using her electric clippers on her ears in their barn that had a very low ceiling right under the light bulb. The mare flipped her head, broke the bulb, and got a nasty shock. That caused her to rear and flip over backwards. From that point on the mare had that very dangerous habit.

I got a call some time later from a professional trainer that she had hurt and was told to call me to come and pick her up otherwise he had instructions to haul her to the meat sale. The owners were no longer were willing to keep her. Which in all honesty under the circumstances was a good decision on their part. I went and picked up the little mare that I held such a warm place in my heart for.

 Sad as it was I found the extent of her vice was every bit as bad as they had told me it was, and they were not exaggerating in the least. I kept her for another 6 months trying unsuccessfully to rehabilitate her back to her former self with only limited success. In the end I sold her as a broodmare with strict warnings not to ride her due to her potentially deadly habit. The gal that bought her used her for a broodmare for many, many, years. She raised some really nice babies from her.

One that didn't fit in our program

Gorgeous isnt he? And this isn't even a good picture of this horse. Zoro as he was named came to us as part of a trade deal on two Haflinger geldings I bought that didn't fit my program either. I sold the Haffies and took Zoro in as a partial trade. The Haflingers were more forward that what I wanted for a carriage horse ( they had previously been Amish farm ponies) and I sold them to a guy that wanted something smaller than the two drafts he had to drive. Zoro was one of those drafts. As it was he was a 12-13 yr old and had only been driven team. He was not taking well to the idea of working on his own.

After many attempts to come to a meeting of the minds with him line driving single I realized we were not making any major progress and decided to send him off for under saddle training. According the the professional trainer I sent him to he never got comfortable with that either. So as it was Zoro was just not going to progress with the amount of time I had available to devote to only him. You see I have two young mares that need worked too and they progress in leaps and bounds every time I hitch them. I also care for my 85 yr old invalid mother so my "free" time is precious. That and two teen daughters, plus a college age son and well....you get the picture. Someday I will have the time to devote to a horse like Zoro, but its not a reality for me now.

So...I gave him away. That's right, gave. A perfectly sound, healthy horse. Not to mention with looks to kill. After putting the word out that he was free to the right home my lady farrier Lilly Ice had some friends that she felt had the time and skills to do a good job with him. I met with them and determined that they were indeed the right "family" for Zoro. From the updates I've received he is doing well for them and they are thrilled to have him. He has a new name now ( guess they didn't like Zoro), but he is loved and even has his own facebook page!

While I prefer not to change a name on an older horse I know is used to the one he has, the important thing is the horse has bonded to the people and they to him. He was never a bad horse, just one that needed more time and effort that I had time for. For sake of being realistic I will also do a post on a horse that really was a she devil and tell you her story too.

The Legacy of Launchette

This is a picture of me competing in a barrel race on the fastest, hardest turning, hopped up horse I've ever owned. You know (well maybe you don't) the kind that runs so fast that your eyelashes are whipping your eyeballs and you get a headache from your brain squashing up against the inside of your skull.

I was 19 years old, the mare was a registered AQHA appendix mare ( half TB race horse) and her name was Launchette. I paid two thousand dollars for this mare and back then that was a LOT of money! Especially for a 19 yr old girl. To put it into perspective my car payment on my used 1968 Pontiac Lemans convertible was $59 a month, I paid $1,600 for the car and the bank gave me 3 years to pay it off. I guess back then I must have been a lot better at hoarding money than I am now.

At any rate ( ok... I'll give you a minute to stop laughing about the goofy hat with the giant feather hatband) this was my first purchase of a seriously competitive barrel and pole horse. I had before then been showing in the judged events. Always one to try something different (as long as it involved a horse) my barrel racing stint was short lived. Like a number of other equestrian pursuits I stayed with it long enough to get good enough to win then decided it wasn't really my cup of tea.

I kept Launchette long enough to show her a couple of seasons and raise a foal out of her. I bred her to a world champion appaloosa stallion and got a barely colored black and white filly. I kept that filly who I called "Hawg" registered as "Sheza Lotta Cash" until she was almost 3. I employed all the cool brand new ( then) foal imprinting techniques that our guest speaker Dr. Robert Miller had shared with us at that time as his "new theory" at the latest ISHA judges seminar that previous February.

 By the time she was old enough to ride Hawg had the most impeccable ground manners, but absolutely zero anxiety about anything you did to/with her.Which on the surface sounds like a good thing, but wasn't. With no sense that she was "the prey" and I was "the predator" she was no more afraid to challenge a human as she was another horse in the pasture. If you asked her to do something she did not want to do, she just ignored you. If you pushed the issue, she pushed back. Only harder."bring it on"

One nice late winter day I got the chance to sneak off off to the barn I rented and saddled up Hawg so I could get in a ride. I wanted to get a good start on her under saddle training. Now mind you this was 25 years ago, I was 27 years old, married with two young sons. The youngest Dan was just a months old infant. His brother almost 5. By this time I had been in the horse business for quite some time. I knew what I was doing, and I was a very balanced and talented rider since I spent the first 7 years as a child of horse ownership without a saddle. I was 17 yrs old and had a fast food job before I owned my own saddle. My father was of the opinion that be damned if he was going to pay $50 for a saddle for $25 pony! So..bareback was how I started out.

  Anyway....alone on a green as grass two yr old, that had no fear whatsoever of humans ( not even a healthy one) and I got just ever so slightly demanding (squeezing with my legs) asking her to take a few steps forward. I would have been happy with one! All of the sudden she reared so high in fearless defiance that we made the Lone Ranger look like a wimp! She fell all the way over. On top of me. Broke my back. I laid there paralyzed from the waist down, alone, bleeding from the nose and mouth. I figured I was dying from internal injuries.

 I laid there worrying about who was going to take care of and love my two young sons. My husband ( at the time, divorced long ago now) Dave had little to no interest in the boys and from what I can tell still doesn't to this day. I was dying ( I thought) and feeling very guilty for checking out under the circumstances. How could I be so thoughtless as to put my babies in such a dilemma? Just to ride my horse! what WAS I thinking!

As luck would have it a neighbor that lived near the barn was out mowing her yard and noticed me laying there and came over. She called an ambulance, caught Hawg, took the tack off, and put her in her stall in the barn. Turned out I had two broken vertebrae, something the doc called a "compression" fracture, and it took almost a year before I felt normal again but it healed on its own. The paralysis subsided in the ambulance after about 45 minutes. The blood my face was pouring was from a ruptured blood vessel in my sinus cavity from impact.The ER doctor entered my exam room and gleefully exclaimed "I got your head x-ray back and there's nothing there!" I gave him a dirty look and said "Thanks!" You know...I had already figured that out on my own.

Moral of the story,
  I dont:
ride alone
ride horses that will rear
ride 2yr old's for the 1st 30 days
put my family second to my hobby

They don't call it a "wake up" call for nothing.

A new kind of horse, well...for me anyway,

A couple of months ago I bought the horse pictured above. He is a Clydesdale. My first of this breed. His name is "Clyde" I promise you "I" did not name him that he came with that unique (ok, not so much) name. At any rate Clyde is a delightful Clydesdale and I am quite happy with the purchase. He's trained to both pull a carriage as well as to ride.

He is pretty much what we horse people call "bomb proof." I have used him about a dozen times in downtown Little Rock and he was GREAT! This horse is just a seven year old so he has lots of life ahead of him. Horses as solid as him ( especially this young) are pretty hard to find so once again we got lucky. Last time was with Queen.

Dont think that, that is always the way it comes down though. I have ended up with horses I regretted dragging home too. That seems to happen quite a lot more often than finding jewels like Clyde and Queen. The next "new" post will be about a few of those we have had, or have. For the very next post its back to something old.

The Ole Grey Mare- again

I promise I wont get off on a long winded thread about Edith the "Ding Bat" but since I mentioned her transformation in the earlier post I thought I would include this photo of her with my daughter Shelby as a 3-4 year old child riding her in our arena on the trail obstacles we had set up to practice on. Shelby is 17 yrs old now. So this was approximately 14 years ago.

Shelby is holding a can of soda in one hand and riding the mare with the other. As you can see her tiny legs were not even long enough to reach the stirrups. This was back before people were widely criticized for not wearing a safety helmet by the helmet Nazis as they are today. Especially for young riders. I assure you Shelby was as safe, as safe can be on that mare or...mom would not have had her on the horse in the first place! ( just thought I would get that out of the way before someone reading went on a rant about it)

Anyway, All seven of the kids spent many a day outside enjoying riding Edith. Shelby especially liked riding her. Shelby who played on the boys football team here in Arkansas from the 4th-9th grade at Rose Bud, and who has always been my "let it all hang out kid" Together they made quite the team.

Holy S**T! its a loooong way to the ground!

This photo is about 18 months old and is a picture of me riding my then 2 yr old Percheron mare Duchess in the round pen for the second time anyone had ever been on her back. Duchess was a purchase I made on the advise of an online friend when asked " where can I buy a grey Percheron not too far from me" Kris sent me to see Robert Sparrow, son of Dick Sparrow the Belgian draft horse man that was famous for touring the US with his 48 horse hitch. Robert had grown up in draft horses and even toured with his father and the famous hitch. Somewhere along the line he switched from Belgians to Percheron's telling me that he just liked them better.

Duchess was well started driving with a team mate. I on the other hand wanted her for single driving. So getting her comfortable with that was going to be my problem. As it turned out it wasn't a problem at all, as was nothing else is I throw at her. She is one laid back young horse! Its a good thing too because she is as big as a moose! I am sure now very near if not 18 hands now as a 4 yr old. Duchess's personality is the polar opposite that Edith's was as a young horse. Now that I too am 20+ years older now than I was when Edith was a filly I am really, really, happy about that.

Way back when

The young man in the picture is my son Shawn. He is about 10 or 11 in the photo and turned 30 this year. The mare in the photo I was given as a gift when she was a 3 yr old. When I gifted her to a little girl 2 year's ago Edith was 24 years old. This horse was a part of my life for 21 years.

Edith started out by earning her name. You see she was coined "Edith" after the character Edith Bunker in an old show called "All in the Family" Edith Bunker was the ditzy wife of Archie Bunker (Carol O'Connor) who he usually referred to as "Ding Bat"

Edith in her younger years was indeed the "Ding Bat", she was spooky, and explosively so. Not over the "normal" things that bother horses, but over things that normally don't. So...she was always catching you off guard with her reactions. As it was I never could figure out why I kept her other than she was such a gorgeous horse, built like a tank, smooth to ride, and had a world class pedigree including two AQHA champions one of which was only the 2nd horse in the history of the breed to syndicate for an excess of two million dollars. AQHA's Tardy Too.

I put up with her antics for I'm not sure how many years, but in the end believe it or not Edith (the Ding Bat) morphed into a very reliable child's mount. She not only taught all my own kids (7 total) how to ride, she was the favorite pick of my riding students that has progressed past the starter horse "Lazy Bayzee" Since I had her for so long there will be many a post here including Edith. I hope this introduction to her will keep you interested in her journey with us. Two years ago I placed her with a friend who is the manager of a humane pet shelter who's tiny and timid daughter needed something safe to start on and build confidence with. I get updates once in awhile, and as expected she loves her as much as we do.

For me it was time to let the old grey mare finally go. It was the perfect re-home for her, and after all these years she deserved to finish out her days getting the hugs and kisses from an adoring little girl again.

Something New

This was about a month ago. The pretty black Percheron mare's name is Queen. Shes only 4 years old. I've been working with her for about a year, and this photo is of her very first "official" carriage job. It was a wedding in the country. She did fabulous despite the high winds and flapping table cloths everywhere. ( common horse eaters, just ask any horse) Queenie as we affectionately call her did above and beyond what was expected and never gave a second look to anything.

I was lucky enough to acquire Queen by pure luck. You see a friend of mine who I met online and fellow horse lover Barbara called me asking me if I would be interested in a draft mare that someone she knew was selling. She went on to plead to me that this horse needed a "break" and had, had, a hard life already. Her matching teammate was kept by the original owner and has since died from neglect this summer. Queen as Barbara described to me was tied to a tree for months via a short section of log chain to her halter. She said the mare had circled the tree so many times that she had dug a trench as deep as Barbara's knee is off the ground. Now she is short, but that would still have to be close to 16 inches!

I was compelled to go and see the mare ( with trailer in tow) and she came here to our farm as our newest edition. We really had no idea what for sure she was going to be like, and it was apparent early on that she did not like men at all. While I could walk right up to her, when hubby tried she was extremely leery. She was like this for a couple of months and only recently has completely warmed up to Ron. She actually comes to him now for pets.

The really cool thing about this story is that even with having had the misfortune of having an abusive owner, she has turned out to be quite the driving horse. She calm, sensible, and has a great work ethic. She is responsive and a delight in harness. Its almost as if she's saying "thank you!" and... "I want to stay here if you don't mind". We don't, and in fact feel quite lucky to have her. As it stands I owe Barbara a big one!

Something Old

Get outta here! Embarrassing as it is now this is a photo of me at a horse show at about the age of 17. The Ewe Necked appy gelding I'm on's name was "Jokay's Tex McCue" he was a 7 yr old registered App horse and the first horse I owned that knew how to side pass like a dream. BOTH WAYS! Yeah....I know, but when goofy looking hats, and a borrowed saddle was the best you could do a well broke (even if ugly) horse was a really cool thing to have.

"Tex" as he was called was near to impossible to beat in a trail class. That is a show class where they set out a series of scary obstacles scary to horses anyway) and you have to follow the directions exactly as you maneuver, and navigate through the course. My $500 ( cheap back then) horse was really, really, good at trail class. We won lots of trophies, in fact I have a photo somewhere where I am on him holding one. Next time he gets brought up in a post I will try and find it.

I enjoyed Tex for about 4 years solid until a fellow boarder at the stables where I kept him fed him a lethal bucket full of rotten soured corn on purpose. I found this out because she bragged to me about it a couple of days after he had died of colic. She proudly told me I wouldn't be winning any more trail classes. You see.. it seems she too liked the trail class, and was really, really, tired of me winning them all the time. So she "got rid" of the problem by poisoning Tex.

As you can imagine I was devastated and heartbroken as well as very, very, angry. Within the week I bought myself a new horse that looked very much like a better looking version of Tex. "Jimmy" aka Missoula Jay Sizzle was also a registered Appaloosa but was only three years old and barely broke to ride. Due to the fact that he was so green he only set me back $350.

He also set me into fast forward mode to get him trained up to Tex's capabilities. I worked hard on that all fall, winter, and spring, and when the first shows rolled around he was as good (maybe even better) than Tex was. Not only that, I could take full credit for that fact. Upon my first win with him in Trail Class at the "Tumbleweeds Saddle Club" in Wanamaker, Indiana I turned to the once again humiliated horse killer, and said " what are you gonna do now? poison this one too? go ahead! it wont take me long to train another one! No matter how many horses I have to buy I'm going to beat you every single time!" Her name was Donna. I will never forget the look on her face. She left Jimmy alone.

Welcome to truehorsetales, and an intro

First off: A BIG welcome to truehorsetales!

I would like to give you a bit of info about me. I've been a professional in the horse industry since the age of 18 when I started judging horse shows. I'm 55 now and have been "horsing around" in one way or another non stop ever since. I have boarded, given lessons, judged, bought, sold, and owned my own horse and carriage wedding service on two separate occasions one of which I still operate. I've owned many numbers of every type of stock breed, plenty of grade horses, and as of late drafts. I started showing at the age of 10 when I acquired my first pony. I was hooked! I was naturally good at it, did more than my share of winning and it wasn't long before I was being asked to judge the shows too.

I decided to become accredited and got my judging license from the Indiana Saddle Horse Association which at the time was a top notch organization. Having a judges card with them offered instant approval with a number of breed associations. Through ISHA I was blessed every year to get to attend judges seminars with world renowned speakers like Dr. Robert Miller, Don Burt, Tom Chown, and many others, along with speakers from organizations like NSBA, AQHA, PHBA, PtHA, The American Miniature Horse Association, Pony of the Americas (POA), IBHA, and many more.

In short that experience was something that few have had the pleasure to participate in, and was also extremely educational. It allowed broad glimpses into styles of riding and breeds of horses I would never have otherwise been exposed to. To this day I have a deep appreciation of all types of horses, and ISHA is a big reason why.

This blog is going to be about truehorsetales covering some of the vivid memories I have covering over four and a half decades of my life with horses. It will cover the good, the bad, and the ugly. The happy, and the sad. The format I am going to use for this blog is to to tell a true horse tale from long ago back when I was a young horse lover, then the next blog entry will be a true tale about something recent. So...saddle up, and swing on, we are going for a ride!