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My
First Horse
In
the September and October 2011 issues of Rocky Mountain Rider Magazine, we
featured a story by Heather Smith Thomas about her First Horse, Possum.
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Can you relate to this story? Tell us your Experience.
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Monday,
December 5, 2011 6:38:23 PM
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Washington
I own 6-15 horses
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Goldy was out of an Indian Stallion and my Dad's gentle ranch
horse named Pet. She was about 1/4 draft was already 11 and a working ranch
horse when I was born. My folks had me on her as a baby standing still holding
on to my leg. Then I graduated to riding behind my dad as soon as I could hang
on to him. By age five I rode Goldy alone. Goldy was very wide and I rode only
bareback. My folks felt the most dangerous situation for a kid alone on the
mountain would be to get hung in a stirrup. We lived in the mountains where I
live now, at Eden Valley Guest Ranch and I learned up and down balance fast. I
thought all horses were like Goldy. When I got over balanced she moved over to
keep me on and kept going even if we were chasing cows at a gallop. If I fell
off, she stopped and waited for me to get the reins and lead her to a stump or
other mounting aid and off we went again. By age 10, I could bring in the cows
and calves about a mile by myself. When I was in college telling stories to my
friends, my dad interrupted to correct my story. He told all my friends the only
reason he sent me WITH Goldy was to open the gates. Goldy died many adventures
later at age 37. Today, I have a guest ranch and trail riding business probably
a little bit because of Goldy.
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Wednesday,
October 5, 2011 9:35:35 AM
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Wyoming
I own 1-5 horses
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One of my first
horses, (being raised on a ranch I had several) was Sally. Sally was a tall,
blaze-faced chestnut who was part thoroughbred and had once had a brush with
sleeping sickness, which didn't affect her much except she was a little slow for
cow work, hence, becoming a kids horse. I was only about five when I started
riding, and I was 'littlest cowboy on the biggest horse' as Sally was probably
around 16 hands tall. One of my fondest? memories of Sally was once when we were
moving cattle, and came to a reservoir. Sally decided to wade in for a drink,
and came close to getting bogged down in the black mud. "Jump off," my
dad yelled as Sally struggled to get out. "No. I'll get my new boots
muddy," I yelled back, gripping the saddle horn in a death grip. Sally
finally stuggled to shore, and I kept my new boot clean. Cynthia J. Rhoades
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Tuesday,
October 4, 2011 5:36:58 PM
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California
I own 1-5 horses
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I was 11 years old
and I will never forget the first time I laid eyes on my horse. A friend pointed
him out to me because he was for sale. He had a little girl on him and I went
over to meet him. I swear it was love at first sight. I was supposed to buy
another horse but I went home and told my mom that I had to have this horse that
I had seen today. His name was
Nevada
and I bought him in 1976. He was 10 and I was 11. He was a beautiful liver
chestnut quarter horse with a perfect white star on his forehead. I would spend
from sun up till sun down at the ranch hanging with my horse and my other
friends. I mostly rode him on the trails. I wanted to see him every single day.
I dreaded when we would go away because I would constantly worry about him. I
didn't go away to college because I couldn't imagine leaving him behind. He had
the deepest knicker and we used to talk to one another all the time. I found out
he loved Hawaiin punch, red vines and jolly ranchers. He would just lift his
head high and I would pour the Hawaiin punch in his mouth. He couldn't get
enough. His lips and tongue would be so red and he licked his lips for minutes
trying to savor the flavor!
Nevada
and I spent 27 wonderful years together. He spent the last 10 years of his life
at a beautiful retirement facility with 1 1/2 acres of irrigated pasture, a
girlfriend and a nice stall with shavings. Even though he was 45 minutes away, I
still saw him 5 to 7 days a week. He had a stroke but lived to be 37 years old.
People used to ask me why or how he lived so long and I told them that he
probably thought he was already in heaven! Nine years has passed since he left
me, but not a day goes by that I don't think about him and about how much I miss
him!
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