Where to begin, I started riding at about 8 i guess, on rental horses in the Los Angeles basin. Rental horses in LA come in two types. 1) Nag, can’t go fast, just want to get back to the barn to ear or 2) insane, can’t holdstill, fast is better, who cares about the barn, the rider, the landscape, lets GO.
After my 2nd time at the rental barn, i got assigned to the catagory 2 horses. LOL. I remember one, Star, a big black gelding with a star ( imagine that, so creative). he’s the one i rode the most, and he liked to go fast. He had zero manners, but really, I had no idea what i was doing. I had never had a lesson or anything. I just loved horses. He was also the first horse to throw me, I got right back on.
When i was 12, we moved out of the city and finally were able to have horses. My Gramma bought 4 for us, a fleabitten grey called Gabby, who had box hooves but was never lame a day. An insane former parade horse, Joe, a pinto pony (14 hands even), that did not know how to walk. A persnikity pony, Gidget, and her foal Taffy. Taffy was the product of a big appaloosa stud jumping a fence and making friends with Gidget.
Definitly what you’d call a backyard rider, and my backyard horses. Over time, I inherited Joe, the insane pony. With effort i retaught him how to walk, but he liked to run best. He was my first gaming horse. We did it all. Pole bending, keyhole, Barrel racing, Rescue race, Flag race etc.
I had him until he was 20, and he was going strong when we sold him to a shorter girl ( i’m nearly 6foot) when i was 16. She had him for another 8 years or so, diong the same things, until he passed away.
So after Joe can Doc, an hyper Sorrel stock type gelding that i gamed with until he developed health issues and had to be put down.
after Doc came Bonnie, my Appaloosa. This mare was by far my soulmate mare, we did barrel racing exclusively and did it well, holding the area record for the large pattern. Oddly she too was insane. I’m noticing a trend here.
I had bonnie until i moved from Michigan to california, i had to leave her behind with my dad.
Back in Michigan I ended up working on ranches rather than owning my own horses. I was the liveon, head trainer person for a very small Thoroughbred stud farm ( 1 stud, Hail Ribot, 5 mares all from South America). I enjoyed it though.I could ride the mares at my leisure on the farm ( 600 acres) and got to do all the ground breaking, halter breaking, driving with the babies.
I stayed with them until the switched from TB to Saddlebred. Then i moved on to Desert Winds, a Straight Egyptian Arabian ranch with over 70 head. I was in charge of ground breaking, ground driving, and drive training. I also got to help train them for cutting and reining, which was a blast, and a rush to ride!
At this time i also perchased my last horse, Kahassan. Who i kept until I became pregnant.
I sold him to a man that kept him for many years.
This is the highlights, there were other ranches i would do day work at, off and on, to help out with a particular horse and what not. For 6 months i took english lessons ( to date, my only lessons ever).
It’s safe to say I like to go fast, turn fast, jump high, anything that gets the adrenaline going when it comes to horses.
Okay, now i’m rambling and this is a book. So i’ll stop