Up to today, I had been able to stay with him, no problem. But then he boogered and had me on the ground and I thought to myself, "Yep, I'm a kid!"
Praise the Lord for a relatively soft coastal patch to land in. No injury, no PAIN

20cows wrote:Oh, I didn't walk away, I RODE!
Maybe time to give John Lyons a call? That or consult a horse psychic and she could tell why your mare is acting up!rangerider7 wrote:In my experience, which is not a whole lot. Horses, bulls, dogs, cats, etc. are very similar to humans. They all have certain personality traits and once they learn, good or bad habits, it takes a lot to change their mind. It can be done some of the time, but not always. I have a territorial horse on my ranch now. She is a problem and we have tried to change her with no success. Kids and small dogs can't go near her because she attacks them. She runs cattle and separates calves from their mothers. I was told by a well known horse trainer she is dangerous and we need to get rid of her for dog food. What do y'all think? P.S. it is not my horse.
I'll hit that mark in a little over a year.Not good to drop any of the 50+ crowd from five to six feet on the ground.
rangerider7 wrote:In my experience, which is not a whole lot. Horses, bulls, dogs, cats, etc. are very similar to humans. They all have certain personality traits and once they learn, good or bad habits, it takes a lot to change their mind. It can be done some of the time, but not always. I have a territorial horse on my ranch now. She is a problem and we have tried to change her with no success. Kids and small dogs can't go near her because she attacks them. She runs cattle and separates calves from their mothers. I was told by a well known horse trainer she is dangerous and we need to get rid of her for dog food. What do y'all think? P.S. it is not my horse.
20cows wrote:I got Red from a horse trader that had gotten him from disgruntled grandaddy. I discovered why he didn't belong in the kid horse market not long afer I got him. It seems he was a little too fiesty for a kid horse. He will sometimes do a little two or three step "booger" and every time he's done it, I think to my self, "Yep, he'd a' just dumped a kid."
Up to today, I had been able to stay with him, no problem. But then he boogered and had me on the ground and I thought to myself, "Yep, I'm a kid!"
Praise the Lord for a relatively soft coastal patch to land in. No injury, no PAIN!
OJ wrote:I grew up a cowboy in the Sandhills of western Nebraska and Saturday was go to town - stock up day. I was pretty tight with what little money I had (that was depression days - 1938 - and I was only 12 years old) and my entertainment was going to the auction figuring something would come up I could afford
Yep, Earl Monahan of the circle dot ranch was just north of us in Whitman. Dad and granddad were the bankers there and each had small spreads on the side where they ran a few herefords but they were good friends of all the ranchers there. I suspect the Earl you know would be about my age (82) or maybe his son. The Earl I knew was about dad's age and dad was born in Torrington, Wyoming in 1900 - first white child born there - previous ones were Indians and granddad was the railroad station agent at the west end of the railroad and always moved west when a new segment of the railroad was finished - he was one tough guy -SJPrice wrote:OJ wrote:I grew up a cowboy in the Sandhills of western Nebraska and Saturday was go to town - stock up day. I was pretty tight with what little money I had (that was depression days - 1938 - and I was only 12 years old) and my entertainment was going to the auction figuring something would come up I could afford
OJ,
I have some good friends, the Monahans, who have a family ranch in the sandhills. The ranch is the Circle Dot and covers a little over 130,000 acres. I get out there in the spring for branding and in the fall for roundup, sorting and preg checks. It is always a good time and they are real tolerant of a greenhorn. I think it helps that Cinch, my horse, is smarter than I am and gets me out of the rough spots. I really like the riding in the sandhills. it is great country.
I had to go back and read that twice. I grew up in the Monahans sandhills of West Texas (a different place altogether!).I have some good friends, the Monahans, who have a family ranch in the sandhills.
rangerider7 wrote:In my experience, which is not a whole lot. Horses, bulls, dogs, cats, etc. are very similar to humans. They all have certain personality traits and once they learn, good or bad habits, it takes a lot to change their mind. It can be done some of the time, but not always. I have a territorial horse on my ranch now. She is a problem and we have tried to change her with no success. Kids and small dogs can't go near her because she attacks them. She runs cattle and separates calves from their mothers. I was told by a well known horse trainer she is dangerous and we need to get rid of her for dog food. What do y'all think? P.S. it is not my horse.
You beat me to the punch Charles! I waS going to post the same sentiment.Charles wrote:"Aint ever been a hoss that can't be rode! Aint ever been a cowboy that can't be throwed!"
OJ wrote: no one would pay more than $15 for him but paid $45 for my saddle and bridle.
Good looking horses (and cowboy also). Those "blocks" were flagstones dad made to cover most of the back yard and have less grass - the front yard was all grass. The back yard was previously garden for our fresh vegetables and potatoes in summer - I guess the local store must have started selling them.C. Cash wrote:Neat pictures O.J. What are those blocks in the ground?
I rode an Arabian mare as a kid and she was solid as a rock. The ride on her was so smooth compared to my Uncle's Quarter horses and she was overall less skiddish on the trail. Only trouble came when she was tied to the fence, and a hot wire would arc on a barbed wire strand, and then the whole fence was coming down and you were coming with it. Couldn't fault her for being afraid of electricity though and figured that one was my fault when it happened. Here she is with my Uncle John who helped raise me as a kid. He was an awesome horseman and still my role model:
You don't have to be that old. I'm 28 and a horse broke my wrist this summer. A steel plate, six screws and a handful of pins later, my wrist is pretty much back to normal.Old Savage wrote:Not good to drop any of the 50+ crowd from five to six feet on the ground.
rangerider7 wrote:In my experience, which is not a whole lot. Horses, bulls, dogs, cats, etc. are very similar to humans. They all have certain personality traits and once they learn, good or bad habits, it takes a lot to change their mind. It can be done some of the time, but not always. I have a territorial horse on my ranch now. She is a problem and we have tried to change her with no success. Kids and small dogs can't go near her because she attacks them. She runs cattle and separates calves from their mothers. I was told by a well known horse trainer she is dangerous and we need to get rid of her for dog food. What do y'all think? P.S. it is not my horse.
He was one hard headed horse - I thought you all might like to see what it took to make a "Christian" out of him and that I was his "GOD". Note the silver mounting - even in the rowelsOJ wrote:I grew up a cowboy in the Sandhills of western Nebraska and Saturday was go to town - stock up day. I was pretty tight with what little money I had (that was depression days - 1938 - and I was only 12 years old) and my entertainment was going to the auction figuring something would come up I could afford.
They brought a good looking 7 year old gelding into the ring - that was considered prime age to work a saddle horse and average price was about $45. No one bid so I spoke up with a bid of $15 not expecting it would work - no one bid against me!!!
I was really embarrassed going down to pay for and pick up my horse - knowing everyone there knew something about that horse I didn't. I was right - the previous owner that broke that horse let the horse intimidate him. I was a pretty tough cowboy (in my mind at least) and, in a couple of days had him straightened out - mostly. The positive part was I could hire out to help move cattle from summer to winter range and vice versa, to the railhead for going to market, etc. - and the pay was $5 per day (plus chow - we slept out under a blanket most of the time) riding the rancher's horse - saddle & bridle (I had mine which cost $45) but owning my own horse and saddle and bridle, etc - the pay was $8 per day.
I paid for that horse the first five days I worked him !!!
However, the day came when I ran out of patience with his ignoring my "guidance" cutting cows out of the herd and I decided we would settle - once and for all - who was "in charge". I had some Mexican spurs a friend of dad's gave me - fancy LARGE rowels (pointy things in back) and silver mounted both inside and out - extra fancy. I took them down from the wall, put them on my boots, and got back on Fleet - my horse. Instantly, Fleet understood and converted to being a Christian. We were pretty well known - I worked rodeo rings in addition to my free-lance cattle herding and so on - so, when my parents moved to the city three years later, I figured I could get a decent price for him - WRONG - no one would pay more than $15 for him but paid $45 for my saddle and bridle.
Oh well, I had made a lot of money on him so I took my medicine and sold him and my equipment. You play the cards you're dealt in life.![]()
Bullets are cheap; calves ain't. Shoot her and have a coyote huntin' party. You probably always wanted a nice horsehide coat, anyways.rangerider7 wrote:In my experience, which is not a whole lot. Horses, bulls, dogs, cats, etc. are very similar to humans. They all have certain personality traits and once they learn, good or bad habits, it takes a lot to change their mind. It can be done some of the time, but not always. I have a territorial horse on my ranch now. She is a problem and we have tried to change her with no success. Kids and small dogs can't go near her because she attacks them. She runs cattle and separates calves from their mothers. I was told by a well known horse trainer she is dangerous and we need to get rid of her for dog food. What do y'all think? P.S. it is not my horse.
Dang, I hope you were joking.C. Cash wrote: Maybe time to give John Lyons a call? That or consult a horse psychic and she could tell why your mare is acting up!Perhaps for another post, but I would like to know more, and how that horse does.
I had one flip over backwards and land on my left nut. FYI, I doesn't feel as good as you'd think!horsesoldier03 wrote:20cows wrote:I got Red from a horse trader that had gotten him from disgruntled grandaddy. I discovered why he didn't belong in the kid horse market not long afer I got him. It seems he was a little too fiesty for a kid horse. He will sometimes do a little two or three step "booger" and every time he's done it, I think to my self, "Yep, he'd a' just dumped a kid."
Up to today, I had been able to stay with him, no problem. But then he boogered and had me on the ground and I thought to myself, "Yep, I'm a kid!"
Praise the Lord for a relatively soft coastal patch to land in. No injury, no PAIN!
Glad to hear all that was hurt was your pride. I had a new horse that I was training come over backwards on me once in the middle of a ceremony.
MY PRIDE GOT HURT TOO!
Well - yes - that was my experience - those big rowels did "jingle" some when I walked and swung into the saddle and that was the enough to convince Fleet I meant business.Travis Morgan wrote:Dang, I hope you were joking.C. Cash wrote: Maybe time to give John Lyons a call? That or consult a horse psychic and she could tell why your mare is acting up!Perhaps for another post, but I would like to know more, and how that horse does.
OJ,
I've had a couple horses that I swear, could SMELL spurs. They didn't even have to hear the rowels spin. If they were acting up, all I had to do was put on my spurs, and they found religion real quick.
Well that reminded me of some x-rays I have from a previous wreck.ndcowboy wrote:You don't have to be that old. I'm 28 and a horse broke my wrist this summer. A steel plate, six screws and a handful of pins later, my wrist is pretty much back to normal.Old Savage wrote:Not good to drop any of the 50+ crowd from five to six feet on the ground.
I don't know... nobody had a camcorder running. But, from my seat it all happened a little too fast. And I gotta admit, even I was impressed with how she did a sliding stop without any input from stirrups, boosted my confidence!20cows wrote:I bet that was a sight to behold!