Post by beckybee on Jul 3, 2009 17:13:36 GMT -5
My sister send me some old pictures of us and our horses. These are from 1980-1983.
Duke and Chief were amazing kids horses. The things these horses taught us and put up with!
Duke and I were both 8 years old when we got him. When I read fugly, I think of Duke. He may have not been the prettiest horse in the world, but he packed 2 little girls double for mile after mile for 4 years until I got Chief. Duke never spooked, not even when a bear ran across his path. He went anywhere we pointed him. Both were totally sound the entire time we had them. We even transitioned them both to barefoot and they did great!
This is Duke and I (that was my typical summer riding attire
This is Duke and my sister, Karen, grazing together (she was somewhat hindered by her headgear)
Chief was the "spooky" one. Hah - I didn't know spooky! He got a bit snorty with new stuff and didn't like ropes dangling around his legs or crashing through brush, but otherwise he was 100% solid. He was a registered Appy and I thought he was the most beautiful horse in the world!
Chief, the most beautiful horse in the world
^^See that fence? My sister and I built that by ourselves when I was 11 and she was 14. The posts and planks were donated by neighbors (paid off by years of future labor). Karen wielded the chainsaw. We hand dug all the post holes in hard, rocky volcanic soil. We were tough little kids and pretty anal retentive!
Me working on Chief's feet
After Karen left for college, I had a hard time keeping up with 2 horses on my own, so we gave Chief to a little girl (he was 20 at the time). A couple years later we donated Duke to the Wild Horse Sanctuary outside of Redding as a stock horse. He was there less than 2 months - lost 200 pounds and was beat to sh*t. (They would turn the new mustang arrivals out into the front holding pen with the riding horses. The poor domestic horses couldn't hold their own against the wild stallions and mares, and the pen was way overgrazed.) My sister hand walked him home 15 miles because we couldn't get a trailer. We kept Duke until I headed off to college and then he went to another little girl. Biggest regret in our lives was not taking them to college with us.
Sorry, I was just going to just post the pics, and it became a memorial to my old guys! d**n PMS - I'm sitting here crying. I need to go hug a horse.
Duke and Chief were amazing kids horses. The things these horses taught us and put up with!
Duke and I were both 8 years old when we got him. When I read fugly, I think of Duke. He may have not been the prettiest horse in the world, but he packed 2 little girls double for mile after mile for 4 years until I got Chief. Duke never spooked, not even when a bear ran across his path. He went anywhere we pointed him. Both were totally sound the entire time we had them. We even transitioned them both to barefoot and they did great!
This is Duke and I (that was my typical summer riding attire
This is Duke and my sister, Karen, grazing together (she was somewhat hindered by her headgear)
Chief was the "spooky" one. Hah - I didn't know spooky! He got a bit snorty with new stuff and didn't like ropes dangling around his legs or crashing through brush, but otherwise he was 100% solid. He was a registered Appy and I thought he was the most beautiful horse in the world!
Chief, the most beautiful horse in the world
^^See that fence? My sister and I built that by ourselves when I was 11 and she was 14. The posts and planks were donated by neighbors (paid off by years of future labor). Karen wielded the chainsaw. We hand dug all the post holes in hard, rocky volcanic soil. We were tough little kids and pretty anal retentive!
Me working on Chief's feet
After Karen left for college, I had a hard time keeping up with 2 horses on my own, so we gave Chief to a little girl (he was 20 at the time). A couple years later we donated Duke to the Wild Horse Sanctuary outside of Redding as a stock horse. He was there less than 2 months - lost 200 pounds and was beat to sh*t. (They would turn the new mustang arrivals out into the front holding pen with the riding horses. The poor domestic horses couldn't hold their own against the wild stallions and mares, and the pen was way overgrazed.) My sister hand walked him home 15 miles because we couldn't get a trailer. We kept Duke until I headed off to college and then he went to another little girl. Biggest regret in our lives was not taking them to college with us.
Sorry, I was just going to just post the pics, and it became a memorial to my old guys! d**n PMS - I'm sitting here crying. I need to go hug a horse.
