Soapweed
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I have always been a horse lover and have owned many equines during my lifetime. They might not get to stay on this ranch for their entire life, but while they are here, they receive good feed and water and humane compassionate treatment.
A year ago last September, Saddletramp and I attended a horse sale where a ranch was going out of business and dispersing their entire cavvy of 35 broke saddle geldings. Always a sucker for a good looking horse, I purchased three that day. We were just ready to start our fall cattle work, and put a lot of miles on all three of these horses.
We right away found out that the young Paint had an ingrained hatred of being in a barn. He must feel clausrophobic, because he just goes ballistic. We work around the problem and just hobble him outside the door to saddle him. The horse can't be tied up, inside or out, because he pulls back. After he is saddled, it takes another half hour of round corral work before he is fit to ride.
We have put a lot of miles on this horse in the past year and a half. He lacks endurance and try after you do get him going. I cannot, with any kind of clear conscience, sell the horse as a saddle horse to some other party. I would feel guilty riding him through a horse sale ring, because I do not want to see someone else get hurt. The horse will never be a great horse, so our time would be better spent working with prospects that have more potential to really amount to something.
To my way of thinking, I should run this horse through an auction, loose, and "let the buyer beware." The horse would do more people more good in meat form than he ever will as a saddle horse.
A couple months ago, I sold two nice six-year-old Angus cows to our local locker plant. They were as pretty as cows can get, and both were bred. They would have brought top dollar as bred cows. The trouble was that both were mean. One came right out of the herd at me last spring. She was with a hundred other cows and their calves, and I was on foot quite a ways from a fence. She ran a hundred yards towards me, and just before she was going to hit me, I jumped at her and hollered. Fortunately for me she veered off and went back to the herd. I couldn't with a clear conscience even sell her as a weigh-up at a local barn. Some old farmer might buy her thinking she might have a calf. The locker was a perfect place for her and her equally evil sister.
Anyway, a bad horse is no different from a nasty cow, or a killer dog, or a wolf or mountain lion. They need to be done away with before they do away with a person or other beautiful gentle useful animal. A packing plant is a good place for undesirable livestock, and at least they are utilized in a positive fashion.
A year ago last September, Saddletramp and I attended a horse sale where a ranch was going out of business and dispersing their entire cavvy of 35 broke saddle geldings. Always a sucker for a good looking horse, I purchased three that day. We were just ready to start our fall cattle work, and put a lot of miles on all three of these horses.
We right away found out that the young Paint had an ingrained hatred of being in a barn. He must feel clausrophobic, because he just goes ballistic. We work around the problem and just hobble him outside the door to saddle him. The horse can't be tied up, inside or out, because he pulls back. After he is saddled, it takes another half hour of round corral work before he is fit to ride.
We have put a lot of miles on this horse in the past year and a half. He lacks endurance and try after you do get him going. I cannot, with any kind of clear conscience, sell the horse as a saddle horse to some other party. I would feel guilty riding him through a horse sale ring, because I do not want to see someone else get hurt. The horse will never be a great horse, so our time would be better spent working with prospects that have more potential to really amount to something.
To my way of thinking, I should run this horse through an auction, loose, and "let the buyer beware." The horse would do more people more good in meat form than he ever will as a saddle horse.
A couple months ago, I sold two nice six-year-old Angus cows to our local locker plant. They were as pretty as cows can get, and both were bred. They would have brought top dollar as bred cows. The trouble was that both were mean. One came right out of the herd at me last spring. She was with a hundred other cows and their calves, and I was on foot quite a ways from a fence. She ran a hundred yards towards me, and just before she was going to hit me, I jumped at her and hollered. Fortunately for me she veered off and went back to the herd. I couldn't with a clear conscience even sell her as a weigh-up at a local barn. Some old farmer might buy her thinking she might have a calf. The locker was a perfect place for her and her equally evil sister.
Anyway, a bad horse is no different from a nasty cow, or a killer dog, or a wolf or mountain lion. They need to be done away with before they do away with a person or other beautiful gentle useful animal. A packing plant is a good place for undesirable livestock, and at least they are utilized in a positive fashion.