Bob M
Well-known member
Three horses stand out in my life above all others. They were all paints. Roxy was my loyal little Indian pony that I had when I was a kid. If I fell off she would always wait for me. We drove her on a cart down to Leander Creek, picked wild fruit and took it in to Merriiman and peddled it around town. I trained her to jump over feed bunks. She was my pride and joy.
The next paint that I owned was Spot, daughter of Gold Dollar. Spot bucked green horn hired men off at the drop of a hat but Soapweed, at the age of 6, could walk up to her anyplace with an old rope, throw it up over her neck, lift his little sister on and somehow he would manage to get on and they would ride in from the pasture.
"JR" was the paint horse off the reservation that I rode the last 10 or 12 years before I retired. I could ride him all day, every day, and he'd never draw a long breath. My team and I won some pretty competitive penning contests with him as my mount. He wasn't like my Loyal Roxy I had when I was a kid. If he unloaded you or you dropped his reins he made you walk to the other side of the pasture. I always figured if I ever got a foot caught in a stirrup that he would delight in draggin' me to death. Anyway, I had a lot of horses in my life. They were the only paints. I have posted some pictures of them along with a paint that Soapweed had under "Paint Horse Memories."
The next paint that I owned was Spot, daughter of Gold Dollar. Spot bucked green horn hired men off at the drop of a hat but Soapweed, at the age of 6, could walk up to her anyplace with an old rope, throw it up over her neck, lift his little sister on and somehow he would manage to get on and they would ride in from the pasture.
"JR" was the paint horse off the reservation that I rode the last 10 or 12 years before I retired. I could ride him all day, every day, and he'd never draw a long breath. My team and I won some pretty competitive penning contests with him as my mount. He wasn't like my Loyal Roxy I had when I was a kid. If he unloaded you or you dropped his reins he made you walk to the other side of the pasture. I always figured if I ever got a foot caught in a stirrup that he would delight in draggin' me to death. Anyway, I had a lot of horses in my life. They were the only paints. I have posted some pictures of them along with a paint that Soapweed had under "Paint Horse Memories."