gcreekrch wrote: Faster horses wrote:
JF Ranch wrote:I like this category. Knowing that each animal represented was "special" in the eyes of it's owner, makes each photograph more meaningful.
I fully agree, JF Ranch.
Perhaps we should have made a requirement of those who entered to tell a bit about why they chose this particular animal. I hope each person who entered will do that anyway!
You start, I voted for the old sorrel. Looks like an honest old campainer.
grceek, that is Mr. FH horse 'Flinch'. We bought him when he was four and
he was a bit touchy to even get in the stall with, hence his name.
When we bought him his mane was long, thick, and ropey and it went between his ears and
clear down to the end of his nose. He truly looked like a bronc.
We got him from our
neighbor who didn't think we would really want him but
he let us try him for a couple of weeks. We rode up and got him
and led him home, and all the way home I tried to get Mr. FH to take him
back. (I didn't convince him.) Anyway, Mr. FH started working with him and riding him and
after about 10 days-2 weeks he came to the house and he
said, "I think I got myself a horse." Then he proceeded to tell me that after being 'flinchy' all this time, he
was leading him across the barn and the horse tried to take one of the
gloves out of his hip pocket. From then on, he was Mr. FH's horse.
He matured to 16-1 hands (measured, not guessed) and he weighed
1435 almost all his life. He was an athletic bugger and smooth as glass to ride.
He wasn't a wide horse, just long muscled and tall. Anyone
that rode him said he was a 'cadillac ride.' He never got totally over being
spooky, but when he was on a hunt for a cow, that all went away. He was
so cowy and a wonderful horse for us. Mr. FH team roped on him and won
several buckles and he used him in the Rancher class at some of the
Cow Horse local shows. Except for roping, he rode him in a snaffle bit most of the time.
He was really broke and had a lot of bend in the middle. He always used
his back end, never slammed you on his front-end. Never.
Flinch never needed a tie-down in or out of the arena and he never, ever
got his nose in the air. I don't know why, he just had a wonderful head
set. The way he carried himself, and as athletic as he was,
he was a very attractive horse along with
being a good partner. In this picture he was 30 years old. We had two
really good horses at the same time, the other horse is on the other side
of Flinch. We had to have Flinch's buddy put down
because his heart was failing and that was tough.
With Flinch, he was in the corral and we fed him that morning,
left to go to Miles City and when we got home,
he was laying dead in the corrral. That was actually easier
than making the call to have the vet come do it at some point.
So you are right, gcreek, he was a good old
campaigner. He was always 'all horse' and tended to be spooky, but he
never, ever got hot. He was a thinker and the tighter spot you got in with
him, the better he was. We were so fortunate to have him for those
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