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perchie.girl
RIP 1953-2021
My old Arab mare was a basket case when I bought her. The lady was actually afraid of her and wouldn't even ride her for me. So Megan and I saddled her up. Quite the accomplishment. We bridled her, she started walking in place and chewing on the bit. Didn't fight us at all though. Put the saddle pad on her and the sweat started, put the saddle on her, and she continued walking in place and chomping on the bit. But, she was still not fighting us. So, I swung up on her back, she froze! I thought for sure I was going to die.
I dismounted, lead her around, she calmed down. So I swung up again. She froze again. So, I sat it out. When she started fretting again, I told Megan to turn her lose. I asked her to back up, she did, then I started turning her to the right, to the left, back again. In a few minutes, I had walked, trotted and cantered her.
Stella simply lacked any confidence in herself and had to be asked to do something constantly. I could ride her anytime. But, we never could put a child on her "to give them a ride". She would go all to pieces.
Awww... Sometimes they just need a confident rider... someone to tell them they are OK with posture and seat... and then given a JOB.
My Marc grew up to be an excellent trail horse and an all round discipline participant... Enlgish Western Trail driving dressage... you name it he was game. Half arab Half Standardbred..
My girlfriend Dolores married a Rodeo Cowboy. Saddle bronk rider... Yeah you know right... I am thinking brutal and roughsod rider... But I watche him ride her horse... OMY GAWD he could swing up into the saddle without putting a foot in the stirrup and rode with an educated seat.
I asked him where he learned to ride... He lauged... "In Jockey School" I said "What?" looking at his six foot two frame. "Yep when I was about fifteen My dad figured I wouldnt grow much more. So he enrolled me in Jockey School.
So When My Girlfriend asked if she could borrow Marc so they could go out on the trail together I said sure... Wayne rode Marc with some objections to riding a froo froo Ayrab... But we let the stirrups down on my western Wayy down and off they went.
About two hours later they came back... Dolores was hiding giggles... And Wayne And my horse were WET from top to bottom... And Wayne was singing Marcs praises up and down... " I never heard of such a thing... " he was saying... "Arabs dont like water...." He hopped off and was getting the gear off so it could dry.... He turned to me ' That son of a buck surprised me".... Went to cross the creek and he dove in... No one had bothered to tell him the "creek" was acually about a ten foot deep pond dug by a sand and gravel company... Wayne had decided to take a short cut back to the ranch instead of going to the sand bridge about a mile away...
Behind giggles Dolores told me the whole story.. "They both went under except Wayne saved his hat..." she couldnt say more because now she was laughing so hard. They came up and Wayne dove off so Marc could swim to the other side... Wayne just held onto the saddle horn with one hand and his hat with the other while Marc found the bottom."
Wayne got an education about Ayrabs that day... The package does not tell you what is really inside till you open it a little.
I have told people in the past... Arabs are incredibly intelligent which means they learn both the good and the bad very quickly. I have never seen a bad Arab... only bad owners... Mostly people with more money than sense...
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