Quote: Yeah, and I
might win the lottery (though my odds would be better if I actually entered). I've been breeding rabbits for over 30 years, and IME, while good + good might not get you better than "meh," bad + bad almost never gets you anything more than "slightly better than the parents."
Quote: Honey, there are always people who will tell you that - mostly those who have no stake (financial or otherwise) in the outcome. Shoot, I had someone tell me I ought to try to see if my mule was fertile (some female mules are, you know; nobody has a clue on the percentage that might be, because most people never even think to try it). If you could see Betsy, you'd know that the way she is put together does not need to be inflicted on another animal, be it horse, donkey, or mule.
About that "top money earner stallion" - you might want to look at him a little differently. On another thread, you brought up Silver Spurs Equine as an example of a money maker - welllllll,
maybe. That isn't a little grassroots operation that with a little luck and hard work made the big time. Looking around their website, I get the impression that what they are is a
foundation - a couple of very rich people got interested in a cause (QH's in general, reining horses in particular), and they created that place as a means of supporting that cause. They don't board, they don't train; they buy top performing stallions that someone else has already campaigned to big wins (which costs them plenty!) and promote them, and breed a few foals every year and put them up for sale. The majority of the money they receive gets donated; in effect, they are getting other people to help them donate to this cause. There's a lot of money involved in taking care of that many horses, and a facility like that, and paying all the people that do all the work . . . It's quite possible that, if that operation really had to support itself, it couldn't; maybe "Silver
Spoons" might sum up the real nature of the finances of that place.
As you said, there will always be "too many;" every one that gets born may be just a drop in the bucket, but enough drops make a bucketful, and that bucket isn't just full, it's overflowing. Not being in it for the money doesn't really change things, because we already know that almost everybody loses money (sometimes a
lot of money!) doing this, they don't make it. Sometimes "because I want to" is the only thing that keeps them going. Does just breeding one or two somehow make you "better" than the one who breeds a dozen every year? Ummm, well, no; it's not a competition. This isn't some kind of qualitative thing at all. You are responsible for the lives you bring into the world, and to some degree, responsible for what happens to them even when they are no longer in your hands. You alone can decide how you carry that responsibility. When it comes to something as long-lived as a horse, that can be a lot of responsibility.
Many years ago, I met a mixed breed gelding named Oberon. He was a big-boned, 15-hand gray with a surprisingly long back and a real stubborn streak. Nobody had a clue what kind of breeding he had; he might even have had some cold blood in him. Funny thing about Obie, though he really wasn't built for it, he loved to jump. The lady who owned him had a bunch of horses on her place, some were hers, some were boarders; she even bred a few.
This lady did lessons, and Obie had been one of her lesson horses for a number of years. She thought the world of him, and though she'd had several offers, never intended to sell him. Then something happened, and the need for cash became critical. She wound up selling Obie to the family of a kid that had been taking lessons with her. A short time later, they moved him to another barn, then another, then she lost track of him.
A few years later, a story reached her about a gray horse that was at a boarding stable in the area. This place did not have a good reputation in the horse community (you know what gossips horse people are; we all know each others' business!) The horse was called "Tombstone," but from the description, she knew it had to be Obie. She was torn. Her husband told her, "do
not go over there; you know you can't leave him there if you see him." But she went. And yes, it was indeed Obie. He was horribly, horribly thin, and had a running sore on one foreleg. She argued and argued with the owner, and finally got them to agree to sell him to her at a ridiculous price. Then she went home, and convinced her husband to help her hitch up the trailer and go to get the horse.
When they brought Obie out into the sunlight, he looked even worse than he had in the stable. He looked like he could barely walk, and nearly fell as he limped up the ramp into the trailer. "Oh, great," her husband said. "You're bringing him home so I can bury him." On the ride home, she kept an ear out, half expecting to hear a crash as the horse collapsed in the trailer.
Obie didn't fall, and they were as careful as can be backing him out of the trailer. Suddenly, he reared, nearly flipping over, and pulled the lead from her hands. Screaming like a crazed thing, he ran down to the riding ring, jumped into the ring, jumped several of the jumps in the ring, jumped out of the ring, ran to the pasture fence, jumped it, and started chasing the horses in the pasture. However many places he had been over the years, Obie knew that this was
home, and he was clearly glad of it!
At the time I met him, he'd been back for several years, and was fat and sassy and getting a bit long in the tooth. The lady told me, "he will die here. I don't care what happens, I will never sell that horse again."
Yeah, they can rip your guts out, and she didn't even breed that one.
The point is, though she may not have been there when this horse was foaled, she felt responsible for him. She didn't sell him out of callousness or greed, but from sheer necessity. She tried to make sure that he went to a home that would take good care of him. Even though she didn't sell him to that neglectful/abusive owner, she felt responsible for the fact that he was there, and to some extent, she was - if she hadn't sold him, he couldn't have wound up there. Just because circumstances may put things beyond our control doesn't relieve us of the responsibility for the decisions we make. Does that mean you guilt-trip yourself over every little thing? Of course not. Just that sometimes there is a bigger picture than just what we want, and it needs to be considered, too.