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Edited by
BrandNewJourney
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I happened across this image and it brought back some great memories for me
This horse looks a lot like the little spunky mare my friend used to own Her name was Stormy and she was 15 hh and I was usually the only one that dared ride her other than my friends boys She was smart, responded to my cues like a pro, small, stout, full of fire, spirit, attitude and spunk She was such a dream for me to ride, we just clicked and it all seemed so effortless How I miss that horse and the days we spent on the trail Our favorite thing most of all was to play *TAG* on horseback! She was fast like the wind and knew how to play the game very well I know that she loved that game just as much as I did She would go as fast as she could so we could tag a rider She just knew when I had made the tag because she would turn sharp and dart away The only horse that rode with us that could sometimes catch her was a tall leggy Thoroughbred mare Oh those were the days.  
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Beautiful Pics...
I Love The Thread
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Edited by
BrandNewJourney
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Sat 06/21/14 06:25 PM
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Thank you
 It is kind of a mixed sorta thread I know...lol Strong women, mountains, woods, everything western, and horses...I guess a sort of me kinda place  |
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Edited by
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Sat 06/21/14 06:49 PM
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 This is my grand dad and his horse Fiddler. It was taken the same day as the pic of him and I posted earlier in this thread. He made postcard status. Grampa's hips went to hell on him so he had a hard time getting on. Fiddler learned to siddle up to a log, manure pile, fence or whatever to make it easier for him. He wouldn't do it for anyone else. Another trick was to pretend he had to pee. If he thought he needed a rest he would slow down, stretch out, groan a few times, then stand there... just as long as Grampa would let him. The conversation after grampa figured out what was going on can't be repeated in here. 
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This is my grand dad and his horse Fiddler. It was taken the same day as the pic of him and I posted earlier in this thread. He made postcard status. Grampa's hips went to hell on him so he had a hard time getting on. Fiddler learned to siddle up to a log, manure pile, fence or whatever to make it easier for him. He wouldn't do it for anyone else. Another trick was to pretend he had to pee. If he thought he needed a rest he would slow down, stretch out, groan a few times, then stand there... just as long as Grampa would let him. The conversation after grampa figured out what was going on can't be repeated in here. What a great photo and to make postcard status is totally awesome! OMG!! I swear that is the funniest thing I have heard yet.
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This is my grand dad and his horse Fiddler. It was taken the same day as the pic of him and I posted earlier in this thread. He made postcard status. Grampa's hips went to hell on him so he had a hard time getting on. Fiddler learned to siddle up to a log, manure pile, fence or whatever to make it easier for him. He wouldn't do it for anyone else. Another trick was to pretend he had to pee. If he thought he needed a rest he would slow down, stretch out, groan a few times, then stand there... just as long as Grampa would let him. The conversation after grampa figured out what was going on can't be repeated in here. beautiful horse and scenery.. great story too..  I love horse story's.. sooo many great ones out there too.. thanks for sharing Just *tips me hat* |
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I happened across this image and it brought back some great memories for me This horse looks a lot like the little spunky mare my friend used to own Her name was Stormy and she was 15 hh and I was usually the only one that dared ride her other than my friends boys She was smart, responded to my cues like a pro, small, stout, full of fire, spirit, attitude and spunk She was such a dream for me to ride, we just clicked and it all seemed so effortless How I miss that horse and the days we spent on the trail Our favorite thing most of all was to play *TAG* on horseback! She was fast like the wind and knew how to play the game very well I know that she loved that game just as much as I did She would go as fast as she could so we could tag a rider She just knew when I had made the tag because she would turn sharp and dart away The only horse that rode with us that could sometimes catch her was a tall leggy Thoroughbred mare Oh those were the days.  tag is SUCH fun... I remember riding with my ex sister-in-law one day.. I rode Jez and she took Prinny.. they LOVED playing together.. one day we were on a back trail through the woods.. up ahead there was some fresh puddles (from an rainfall earlier that day) we all seemed to spot it at the same time.. Jez looked at Prinny (and visa-verse)as if challenging the other.. and they just TOOK off at full gait.. I prefer an English saddle myself so running has a slightly different approach.. so here we are.. me and the in-law racing towards the puddles when ALL of a SUDDEN.. they BOTH slam on the breaks.. you got it.. WE went FLYING over their heads.. face first in the mud while the two girls just sniggered and snorted at the two of US in the mud.. we got payback though..  we made mud pies and slung'em at the girls.. who didn't have enough space to jump outta the way by the time we got back to the stables... we were ALL covered head to toe in mud man.. that was a great day!
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Edited by
BrandNewJourney
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I happened across this image and it brought back some great memories for me This horse looks a lot like the little spunky mare my friend used to own Her name was Stormy and she was 15 hh and I was usually the only one that dared ride her other than my friends boys She was smart, responded to my cues like a pro, small, stout, full of fire, spirit, attitude and spunk She was such a dream for me to ride, we just clicked and it all seemed so effortless How I miss that horse and the days we spent on the trail Our favorite thing most of all was to play *TAG* on horseback! She was fast like the wind and knew how to play the game very well I know that she loved that game just as much as I did She would go as fast as she could so we could tag a rider She just knew when I had made the tag because she would turn sharp and dart away The only horse that rode with us that could sometimes catch her was a tall leggy Thoroughbred mare Oh those were the days. tag is SUCH fun... I remember riding with my ex sister-in-law one day.. I rode Jez and she took Prinny.. they LOVED playing together.. one day we were on a back trail through the woods.. up ahead there was some fresh puddles (from an rainfall earlier that day) we all seemed to spot it at the same time.. Jez looked at Prinny (and visa-verse)as if challenging the other.. and they just TOOK off at full gait.. I prefer an English saddle myself so running has a slightly different approach.. so here we are.. me and the in-law racing towards the puddles when ALL of a SUDDEN.. they BOTH slam on the breaks.. you got it.. WE went FLYING over their heads.. face first in the mud while the two girls just sniggered and snorted at the two of US in the mud.. we got payback though.. we made mud pies and slung'em at the girls.. who didn't have enough space to jump outta the way by the time we got back to the stables... we were ALL covered head to toe in mud man.. that was a great day! ROFLMAO Oh that is just priceless. It's so nice hearing these sides of our equine partners. So full of personality and mischievous at the same time. All the while, we as riders think we are in control, when in fact we know deep down we really are not... Whenever Apache' would do his spook maneuver he would come back and look down at me. As if to say, *Why are you down there?*  I am telling you no one could stay in the saddle when he did his little two step get outa dodge trick! |
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I KNEW better
the ONLY control I KNEW I had with the girls was.. over my knees and body.. they just seemed to know where the holes, downed trees and any OTHER obstacles were so I didn't bother navigating much more then when to give'em rein OR when I wanted to turn.. each day I'd try another route.. and each day they'd amaze me with their agility and solid choices.. *sighs* I've the feelin I'm gonna be dreamin about'em tonight.. at the end of the day though.. I'd love climbing up to the hay barn's loft window.. sit and hang my feet down.. and just watch them romp'n graze happily in the meadow.. holy cow.. this looks JUST like it too..  of course, the stables were separate from the hay barn.. I remember spending LOTS of time baling hay too.. I'd come home with arms and legs all scratched from the hay.. my mom used to cluck her tongue and shake her said while 'tending my wounds' telling me I should dress smarter.. one morning she handed me a pair of my brothers jeans, a lumberjack shirt and a pair of belly boots.. by the time I got to my friends barn.. I was down to my sneakers, shorts and t-shirt again ahhhhhhh.. to be a kid again huh
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This is my grand dad and his horse Fiddler. It was taken the same day as the pic of him and I posted earlier in this thread. He made postcard status. Grampa's hips went to hell on him so he had a hard time getting on. Fiddler learned to siddle up to a log, manure pile, fence or whatever to make it easier for him. He wouldn't do it for anyone else. Another trick was to pretend he had to pee. If he thought he needed a rest he would slow down, stretch out, groan a few times, then stand there... just as long as Grampa would let him. The conversation after grampa figured out what was going on can't be repeated in here. What a great photo and to make postcard status is totally awesome! OMG!! I swear that is the funniest thing I have heard yet. Another trick.... Fiddler was a slacker when he thought he could get away with it. Ranch horses don't get to stop whenever they take a notion, but, when you need a drink, you need a drink, right? He never missed a opportunity to grab a mouth full. First he had to wash his teeth, then take a swallow or two. Lift his head and take a look around then wash his teeth again. When he was full, he would leave his head down and continue to flick his ears so it looked like he was still swallowing. The production went on as long as grandpa allowed. |
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When I was having a bad day I would walk into the middle of the pasture and sit down,
They would all 3 come to me, one at a time. Nudge me and then make a circle around me as I sat there. The day Jet injured his front leg was a long day for me. As he laid there in the pile of hay in the small paddock I joined him. Laid down between his legs and used his side for a pillow. Chief laid down next to Jet and Apache' stood guard over us. I think it was close to 3 am before any of us moved that night. |
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(((((Bnj)))))
 
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This is my grand dad and his horse Fiddler. It was taken the same day as the pic of him and I posted earlier in this thread. He made postcard status. Grampa's hips went to hell on him so he had a hard time getting on. Fiddler learned to siddle up to a log, manure pile, fence or whatever to make it easier for him. He wouldn't do it for anyone else. Another trick was to pretend he had to pee. If he thought he needed a rest he would slow down, stretch out, groan a few times, then stand there... just as long as Grampa would let him. The conversation after grampa figured out what was going on can't be repeated in here. What a great photo and to make postcard status is totally awesome! OMG!! I swear that is the funniest thing I have heard yet. Another trick.... Fiddler was a slacker when he thought he could get away with it. Ranch horses don't get to stop whenever they take a notion, but, when you need a drink, you need a drink, right? He never missed a opportunity to grab a mouth full. First he had to wash his teeth, then take a swallow or two. Lift his head and take a look around then wash his teeth again. When he was full, he would leave his head down and continue to flick his ears so it looked like he was still swallowing. The production went on as long as grandpa allowed. HaHaHa I tell you, they are something else. Apache' used to splash in the water all the time. Trying to get you wet if you were close enough. |
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I KNEW better the ONLY control I KNEW I had with the girls was.. over my knees and body.. they just seemed to know where the holes, downed trees and any OTHER obstacles were so I didn't bother navigating much more then when to give'em rein OR when I wanted to turn.. each day I'd try another route.. and each day they'd amaze me with their agility and solid choices.. *sighs* I've the feelin I'm gonna be dreamin about'em tonight.. at the end of the day though.. I'd love climbing up to the hay barn's loft window.. sit and hang my feet down.. and just watch them romp'n graze happily in the meadow.. holy cow.. this looks JUST like it too.. of course, the stables were separate from the hay barn.. I remember spending LOTS of time baling hay too.. I'd come home with arms and legs all scratched from the hay.. my mom used to cluck her tongue and shake her said while 'tending my wounds' telling me I should dress smarter.. one morning she handed me a pair of my brothers jeans, a lumberjack shirt and a pair of belly boots.. by the time I got to my friends barn.. I was down to my sneakers, shorts and t-shirt again ahhhhhhh.. to be a kid again huh Ohhh Just to sit in a horse barn again
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(((((Bnj))))) (((((2K)))))
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I had had Jet for about 2 months when I realized he had a thing for equipment.
Didn't matter what kind it was either. Riding lawn mower used to mow along the fence or remove branches from the field. Pickup truck used to bring the round bales of hay. Tractor used to bush hog the pasture. It didn't matter what it was, if it came in the field it was fair game. He almost popped the tires on my rider I can't remember how many times. He would lick the tractor and head for the tires every time. My new truck was the first major victim. I wasn't watching where he was. I was busy unloading bales of bedding when I heard it. A nerve rattling screech like nails on a chalkboard. Yep, that would be Jet, raking his teeth across the hood of my truck. Right through the paint clean down to the bare metal  After that I had to have someone stand guard while I unloaded anything
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Edited by
BrandNewJourney
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Sun 06/22/14 06:38 PM
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Good Evening Everyone
Some studies and me time today. Hope everyone has been having a good day today.  |
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