During the summer I noticed the young deshelved man riding a horse down the center of the road.
The young man is noted for being broke down with every vehicle he has ever had on a daily basis. You'd see him stuck all over the place. He'd have a different junk car or truck ever week, one just as bad as the last. He came here to the house a few times to get some parts for one of his trucks. He's a nice person and we chatted briefly, and he bought one of Dan's 4 wheelers to fix up to use for transportation, but he never got that going at all. So now, he's on a horse.
The horse is a Spotted Walking Horse, very common around here and the popular choice. His horse is old and so worn out, and not very pretty to look at, and can use a few good pounds. His saddle is falling apart and he keeps a halter on him under the bridle and the horse is usually packed down with a lot of stuff.
Coming up the mountain in the pouring down rain last week, there he was about half way up on his horse pulled over by the guard rails over looking the cliffs just standing there under some thick trees for shelter from the rain. I was concerend that the horse of course would spook and they'd go plumetting to their death, but nope. The trusty old steed just stood quietly. The roads being so steep and narrow and twisty and turny I worried that the horse would skid on the slippery road even though he didn't have any shoes, it would be still a struggle for the horse to get to the top or head down to the bottom of the mountain. Either way it's so dangerous to be riding a horse up and down the side of a mountain in a two lane narrow road during "rush hour" with semis and logging trucks and people speeding on it.
Seen him once, cantering down the middle of the road in front of my house too. The horse just does anything he is asked to do.
I've seen them almost daily riding in traffic along the highway, and tied up in the parking lot in town while he went to get some groceries in the store there. Saw him again go by a few nights ago in the dark riding double, had an old man behind his saddle. The horse just plods along, never complains.
The horse is loosing a lot of weight. Dan tells me this guy doesn't even have a house but lives in part of an old trailer out in the woods.
I packed up some beet pulp and thought I would offer it to him next time I saw him. And so there they came by late last night and stopped out front to talk to the boys playing basketball out in the driveway.
The horse's name is Lightening. Says he's 10. Not a chance. I'd double that and then add some but I didn't say anything.
Seems he traded one of his broken down cars for the horse. Poor horse is loaded with scars all over his face and body and legs. He stinks badly and I saw some ribs so I know that backbone has got to be coming up under that saddle. There's not much left to his feet.
I went out and offered him the beet pulp and told him to just feed a little bit soaked well every day. Felt it was better than feeding him nothing. I put a small scoop in the bag for him and gave him a small bucket for it. He never heard of it but said he was feeding the horse ears of corn sometimes. He was very excited and grateful and tied it on the back of his saddle with his other things. I think the horse will be too. I know I have some extra saddle pads and bridles around here someplace that I plan on giving him, and a girth. He really needs a girth. His is held on to the saddle by wire. So next time I see him come by I'll ask him if he wants anything like that. Don't want to insult. Then I left him to talk to the boys, went back to my chores, watching that horse just stand there loose in my driveway not moving an inch, while they all played basketball and dribbled and shot hoops all around him.
I'd really like to have that old horse and spoil him rotten. He's such a steady old horse that has obviously had a heck of a life and should live out his days and pass to Rainbow Bridge someday like the prince he really is and maybe once was. But I don't dare..........Jerry would just kill me, divorce me and leave me, and of course Sonny would kill us all...........but I did tell him that if he ever had to get rid of him not to let him go to auction but to tell me first. I really look forward to seeing them go by. I'd like to take a picture next time they come by.
The young man is noted for being broke down with every vehicle he has ever had on a daily basis. You'd see him stuck all over the place. He'd have a different junk car or truck ever week, one just as bad as the last. He came here to the house a few times to get some parts for one of his trucks. He's a nice person and we chatted briefly, and he bought one of Dan's 4 wheelers to fix up to use for transportation, but he never got that going at all. So now, he's on a horse.
The horse is a Spotted Walking Horse, very common around here and the popular choice. His horse is old and so worn out, and not very pretty to look at, and can use a few good pounds. His saddle is falling apart and he keeps a halter on him under the bridle and the horse is usually packed down with a lot of stuff.
Coming up the mountain in the pouring down rain last week, there he was about half way up on his horse pulled over by the guard rails over looking the cliffs just standing there under some thick trees for shelter from the rain. I was concerend that the horse of course would spook and they'd go plumetting to their death, but nope. The trusty old steed just stood quietly. The roads being so steep and narrow and twisty and turny I worried that the horse would skid on the slippery road even though he didn't have any shoes, it would be still a struggle for the horse to get to the top or head down to the bottom of the mountain. Either way it's so dangerous to be riding a horse up and down the side of a mountain in a two lane narrow road during "rush hour" with semis and logging trucks and people speeding on it.
Seen him once, cantering down the middle of the road in front of my house too. The horse just does anything he is asked to do.
I've seen them almost daily riding in traffic along the highway, and tied up in the parking lot in town while he went to get some groceries in the store there. Saw him again go by a few nights ago in the dark riding double, had an old man behind his saddle. The horse just plods along, never complains.
The horse is loosing a lot of weight. Dan tells me this guy doesn't even have a house but lives in part of an old trailer out in the woods.
I packed up some beet pulp and thought I would offer it to him next time I saw him. And so there they came by late last night and stopped out front to talk to the boys playing basketball out in the driveway.
The horse's name is Lightening. Says he's 10. Not a chance. I'd double that and then add some but I didn't say anything.
Seems he traded one of his broken down cars for the horse. Poor horse is loaded with scars all over his face and body and legs. He stinks badly and I saw some ribs so I know that backbone has got to be coming up under that saddle. There's not much left to his feet.
I went out and offered him the beet pulp and told him to just feed a little bit soaked well every day. Felt it was better than feeding him nothing. I put a small scoop in the bag for him and gave him a small bucket for it. He never heard of it but said he was feeding the horse ears of corn sometimes. He was very excited and grateful and tied it on the back of his saddle with his other things. I think the horse will be too. I know I have some extra saddle pads and bridles around here someplace that I plan on giving him, and a girth. He really needs a girth. His is held on to the saddle by wire. So next time I see him come by I'll ask him if he wants anything like that. Don't want to insult. Then I left him to talk to the boys, went back to my chores, watching that horse just stand there loose in my driveway not moving an inch, while they all played basketball and dribbled and shot hoops all around him.
I'd really like to have that old horse and spoil him rotten. He's such a steady old horse that has obviously had a heck of a life and should live out his days and pass to Rainbow Bridge someday like the prince he really is and maybe once was. But I don't dare..........Jerry would just kill me, divorce me and leave me, and of course Sonny would kill us all...........but I did tell him that if he ever had to get rid of him not to let him go to auction but to tell me first. I really look forward to seeing them go by. I'd like to take a picture next time they come by.
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