A Baby Boomer Dreams of Arabian Horses - The Search Part 9

Part 1 of the Baby Boomer Series

Part 1 of The Search

Well, Sunday rolled around and I really intended on calling and cancelling our trip to Kings Gate Farm. But I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Instead Dave, Lindsay and I made our way to Stanwood to retrieve the wild filly.

Even after we got there, I still struggled with buying this Arabian horse. Heck! we couldn't even catch her. I stood talking with the breeder while Dave tried to win the filly over. I don't know how long he spent trying to get close to her but it seemed like forever.
When that didn't work, he decided to mess with her head. Instead of trying to be her friend, he walked over to the fence line and called the other mares. The old gray mares were glad to have some attention and they came running. As Dave stroked them over the fence, the wild filly just couldn't stand it. Next thing you know she was there bugging Dave to pay attention to her too. It was no time at all and he had a halter on the once wild horse.

Loading her in the trailer was my job. Dave is good with loving them up but not really much of a hand. He did think he might walk her right in the trailer but that was nothing more than a pipe dream. She took one look at that horse trailer and the wild horse emerged again. Her eyes bulged out of her head and she nearly breathed fire she was snorting so loud. I think she'd have been happy to scorch me!

I'm not aggressive about teaching a horse to load. I put my attention on teaching them to lead. If a horse knows how to stay in it's box I've found nine times out of ten, it'll go right into the trailer.

So I set about teaching this filly the proper way to lead. The horse was not impressed with my efforts. She was much more interested in going back to the other horses than being in school with me. I think it took me over an hour to get her leading the way I like. Then it was time to take her up to the trailer.

At first I thought she was going to be the tenth horse that leading didn't work with, but that thought only lasted for a few minutes. Finally she dropped her head down and sniffed the floor as she stepped up into the trailer. Of course, the sound scared her and she came flying right back out but with only a couple more attempts she was in there to stay.

The horse didn't even know how to tie, so I turned her loose in the trailer. I'd never done that before, and probably never will again. On the way home, she popped out the long plexiglass window that runs down the one side of my slant load and pulled out part of the wiring.

During this whole trip up and back we hadn't eaten at all so decided to stop at Taco Time just before we got home. By then the filly had worn herself out and was standing quietly.

Inside the restaurant we ran into Dan and Chris. Even though she had been a loud advocate against buying this horse, she was dying to see her. So we headed back out to the parking lot to show off the wild child.

As I dropped down the window, the filly came up to investigate. Chris looked in and saw those huge Gamaar eyes and gasped. "MiKael you stole her! You absolutely stole her! She is incredible!" So much for one doubting Thomas! But I would be happy when I had watched her grow for a while and could figure out what that neck of hers was going to look like. At least today it didn't look upside down, but how would it end up?

To be continued.............

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