Silly Horse Stories

Silly Horse Stories

I was so excited. I had found a beautiful, 6yr Appendix Quarter Horse for sale on the coast for just $300! (1988) I wanted a larger horse to start dressage training (on a low budget) and this was it. The owner called him "The Bay". Ooh, I liked that name. I thought about it all week. When I arrived at the owner's stable I was trailered up with $300 in hand. A big cowboy stepped out of the house and when I asked to see the horse, he pointed up the hill. "Well, he's up on in the big pasture.…
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“Hard Lessons” a horse story

“Hard Lessons” a horse story

“Hard Lessons” By Kathy Rogers Years ago, I boarded my mother/son Arabian duo at a large ranch, near a big lake, in the beautiful but dry Almaden Valley of California.   At the time, Kalero was just a yearling, and even though I rode his mother on a regular basis, I tried hard to set aside a block of time to “work” with the youngster. Calero Ranch is a sprawling equestrian facility, with a handful of arenas, pasture areas, paddocks and barns. So, I liked to lead Kalero throughout the property, exposing him to different sights, sounds, horses and experiences.  It…
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“Rope Burn”, a story of no riding gloves

“Rope Burn”, a story of no riding gloves

"Rope Burn" by Kathy Rogers Where are those darn riding gloves I thought to myself,  rustling through the old, mousy tack room, overturning buckets and looking behind dusty, dirty shampoo bottles.   No gloves. Oh well, I've ponied many times without gloves. Why would this time be any different? As I tightened the western cinch on "Brian", a gangly, over-sized "running quarter" I contemplated my maneuver through the gate and up the single track trail to the main fire road at Quicksilver Park. I turned to little Hajji - three hands shorter than Brian, smarter, prettier, but not yet ridden.…
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“A kid, a horse and a tree….”

“A kid, a horse and a tree….”

"Mommy, look how high he can jump!" Cori exclaimed as she came around the backside of the small, fenceless arena on the banks of Guadalupe Creek. Cori loved to jump her Sonny and today's jump was a downed tree branch in the middle of the arena. Sonny was an awesome horse and my daughter, even at eleven was already big and strong. But Sonny was half pony, and even though he was quite well trained, he had a mind of his own, and he often used it. I looked up when I heard the hoof beats coming around the bend…
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“A Forced Study in Patience”, lesson learned…

“A Forced Study in Patience”, lesson learned…

A Forced Study in Patience by Kathy Rogers Buck was a tall, cool, older, gentleman horse of bay coloring. He had been a working cow horse most of his life and had ended up rather lazy and uninterested in pleasure riding. And although Buck could be a good trail horse at times, he had acquired the frustrating habit of grazing while walking. And, being one of those long-necked running-quarter horses, Buck was working it to his advantage now. Once his head went down into the tall grass, it was a struggle to get him back. But the fact was, Buck…
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“Buried at Trail” a story of ignorance

“Buried at Trail” a story of ignorance

"I haven't seen old Yankee out for a long time", I pointed out to the pleasant young blond woman now working a curry over the big buckskin. "That's right!" she explained. "Bob said I could ride him in the Ride and Tie today up in QuickSilver Park!" My brain quickly calculated the ride and concluded that the start to the Ride and Tie was about three miles and 900 feet of elevation down the road, and old Yankee had not even been out of his paddock in over a year. "Are you sure he's up to that?" I queried with…
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“To martingale, or not to martingale…

“To martingale, or not to martingale…

"To martingale, or not to martingale?" By Kathy Rogers   "Where's the martingale? You know he needs to be ridden in a martingale", I could not have been more clear.. "That was then, this is now", smiled Tracy. "I've been working on his ground manners and riding him everyday. He is doing so well at giving his head to the bit, that I don't even need the martingale". Now Kalero was pretty green at age 5. In fact, Kalero was green until the day he died - at age 17. And, for whatever reason, both Kalero and his mother have always…
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“Picture this…” a horse story blog

“Picture this…” a horse story blog

Picture this… by Kathy Rogers “You know horses think in pictures”. Tracy made the statement in such a matter of fact tone,  I didn’t even bother to question her. “And if you want to communicate properly with them, you have to think in pictures too”. Well of course you do. Made sense to me. Horses are herd animals. Watch a herd of any animal traverse an open plain and you can clearly see they are well aware of each others coordinates, direction, intentions. And since they don’t have language of course their thoughts are driven by pictures. “There’s Hajji”, I…
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