Golden Horse
Anyways, after a few weeks, the owner wasn't getting much riding time at all, so he brought his little horse down to my house for some much needed help and unloaded him out of the trailer. We took him into the field and proceded to walk around him several times, looking like the cowboys in the movies minus the chewbacky in the rear pocket.
After several failed attempts to ride him and him laying down each time, I told the proud owner, "Buck" just straddle him while he is laying there and hold on real tight to the horn and don't look back.
Now I am a real peaceful person, but this horse was trying my patience. So I went and got a nice, smooth, flat. flexible board that had a little sting to it and walked up behind the horse undetected and swatted him once across his fat little bottom and jump straight up into the air rider and all. I think the noise scared him more than any pain was dealt out, but he never laid down again.
After several failed attempts to ride him and him laying down each time, I told the proud owner, "Buck" just straddle him while he is laying there and hold on real tight to the horn and don't look back.
Now I am a real peaceful person, but this horse was trying my patience. So I went and got a nice, smooth, flat. flexible board that had a little sting to it and walked up behind the horse undetected and swatted him once across his fat little bottom and jump straight up into the air rider and all. I think the noise scared him more than any pain was dealt out, but he never laid down again.
posted by the golden horse at 3:39 AM
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(Actually, Greybeard forwarded)
TwoDogs said
I remember those good times! No, Great Times!!! Young and sometimes not so innocent. Now old - more innocent (uh, harmless) than ever. Life was good back then - Life is good now. Even better now that I have had the chance to meet back up with some old friends. Golden Girl, (I know your Blog nom de plume is Golden Horse and I know where that comes from, but to me you are a Golden Girl ��� always was!) I remember the rodeo horses well. Babe and Loco. Both mares and both w/foals - not yet delivered. One, we had trouble getting thru the gate. Looped a large rope around its neck and tried pulling with an old Mercury. Pulled the bumper right off. (No, I'm not talking about delivering the foal - I'm talking about trying to get the damn horse thru the gate)....... Ark was not a happy camper when he came out. And the boys were not happy campers when Ark came out, either. They knew what was coming.... Ark could be a real disciplinarian (now, there is a word for you, GB - don���t hear that much any more, do we??) at times. But, I really loved Ark and Lucille:>) Back to the story. That same large rope is how I broke my rodeo horse. Tied one end around its neck - the other end around a large Sycamore tree and jumped on. What a ride!!
Thank you so much for the Golden Girl comment.
As I sit here and read your response, I burst out laughing seeing all that in my mind. I was there that day all of us thought we were going to break that old mare Babe, well, she promptly put us in our place. I have never seen a bigger butt on a horse since or before her.
The times back then were wonderful, had we known then, we might have even cherished them more. Do you recall, you and Buck and Peanut and BlackJack and Me and Dusty,(before Admiral)over in Peanut's yard jumping our ponies over those huge jumps ( all of maybe 12")?? I don't think I ever saw such a fast little horse as that little black one. I think he was possessed. Then we used to go down to Bob Briggs and ride all over, when I drove by not so long ago, it was all gone. How sad.
I remember Ark and Lucille so well, They were a kick to be around. Lucille was the nicest lady you could ever ask for. I remember once, for Easter we got 3 baby chicks to raise. Huey, Duey and Louie, well, wouldn't you know it, they all survived and got so darn big, that they turned into watch roosters, meaning, if you did not live in our house, you were going to be chased to high heaven. This went on for quit sometime until finally, the Maplehurst milkman, the Omar breadman and various other delivery people threatened to stop delivering to us since they were always chased all over the place while trying to tote there huge baskets. So the time came to find a new home and you guessed it, Lucille took them in, well we rounded them up and took them to her and things were going good until Ark came home. Yep, round and round they all went. They didn't understand the he lived there. They were some of the biggest roosters I had ever seen, big ole white leghorns.
So as time went on and I would visit them, they had stories to tell me about them until one day they were gone. In a panic I rushed in and asked Lucille where they were and she said they had gotten so possessive that they had to take them to her parents farm for more open spaces. To this day, I had my doubts if Ark put them into a big old stewpot.
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