He's more than a rescue horse.

[chaparrito]

Bless your heart.

"That night he dreamt of horses in a field on a high plain where the spring rains had brought up the grass and the wildflowers out of the ground and the flowers ran all blue and yellow far as the eye could see and in the dream he was among the horses running and in the dream he himself could run with the horses and they coursed the young mares and fillies over the plain where their rich bay and their rich chestnut colors shone in the sun and the young colts ran with their dams and trampled down the flowers in a haze of pollen that hung in the sun like powdered gold and they ran he and the horses out along the high mesas where the ground resounded under their running hooves and they flowed and changed and ran and their manes and tails blew off of them like spume and there was nothing else at all in that high world and they moved all of them in a resonance that was like a music among them and they were none of them afraid neither horse nor colt nor mare and they ran in that resonance which is the world itself and which cannot be spoken but only praised." -Cormac McCarthy, All The Pretty Horses

 

[loknload]

Great story and a great looking horse!

 

[wbraswell]

Great post Jinglebob. Looks like your kindness is paying lots of interest. I will never understand neglect or abuse of animals.

 

[Marshwheeling]

I have always said that rescuing a dog is one of man's highest callings. I never thought much about horses, but i'd have to say it ranks right up there.

 

[Squarebutt]

Great job, and kudos to you and your bride. Rescued critters seem to have sense of gratitude and respond well to human kindness. My sister's mustang was captured wild in a BLM roundup and then sold to a trainer. He wasn't treated badly by humans, but he sure didn't have an easy life previously. He's been the gentlest, most trainable horse imaginable. She got a glimpse of his wild side when one of our big eastern coyotes tried to eat his buddy the Jack Russell. The yote almost got stomped flat.

 

[jag312]

Here is a picture of my horse Tyler. I have better pictures, but this is the best I have on this computer. Tyler is part quarter horse and part thoroughbred. Tyler is my good buddy. He loves apples and I make sure he gets what he likes. I'm training him in a big corral. I walk some distance from him, call his name, whistle, and hold out my hand with a slice of apple. I want him to come to me when I call him. Why? because if he ever gets loose while we're riding in Nevada, I want him to come to me. I don't like the idea of either me chasing him around the hills or me walking back to town.

Let's see more pictures of horses.

 

[rog8732]

Ah chaparrito.....NICE !
Great book. And for me a great movie.

I clearly remember as a farm boy of 6 and 7 riding my grandad's little blaze-face sorrel. She looked very much like "Champion"; Gene Autry's horse.
She was claimed as MINE of course, ridden no saddle, seldom a bridle, and often not a full halter, but one of those little nose bosal pieces of gear I saw the Indian ponies ridden with, in the old cowboy movies.

When your excerpt mentions the mane and tail "blowing off them", it is so vivid in my thoughts the way that mane from "Gypsie" would whip my face, my eyes watering from the wind.

Why no saddle allowed by grandpa ??? He knew I was going to take some full gallop falls; and I did, but while a few bruises was to be expected for any kid, he had a fear of me getting dragged and seriously injured.
Some; actually most, of you older "younguns", will recall the days when a run-a-way horse with a rider snared in the trappings was a very real danger and concern. Probably more often than car wrecks.
Riding open fields and pastures, (no corral) a spooked horse could run a long way with a dis-lodged rider bouncing along in the dust.

 

[Cyrano]

.
Some; actually most, of you older "younguns", will recall the days when a run-a-way horse with a rider snared in the trappings was a very real danger and concern. Probably more often than car wrecks.
Riding open fields and pastures, (no corral) a spooked horse could run a long way with a dis-lodged rider bouncing along in the dust.

According to Agnes Morley Cleaveland, in 'No Life for a Lady", that was the main reason they wore large caliber psitols for so long. The pistols disappeared about the time the Model T's began to appear at the ranches.

 

[model70hunter]

Nice job in saving a horse. Good looking paint. With the conformation I'd say he came from good stock.

Grew up with horses. When very young before Dad bought horses we'd ride the mules and work horses at grandpa's farm. Paper sizzors rock, the losers got the 2 razor backed mules. They were old enough to vote, didn't get excited or run no matter how hard we encouraged them.

It's hard to play jesse james and the posse with horses who just walk, slowly.

In the 60's the Rolla, Mo auction barn sold horses and tack on a week night. We went one night to maybe pick up a saddle. Dad had the racks in the pickup because we had moved some cows.

They announced a tractor trailer load of horses had broken down and the guy was going to run all of them through the auction. They were supposed to be horses from OK that were not good enough to keep on the track. One yearling came out, pure palamino, did not look like any thouroughbred I'd ever seen. Bought him for 7 bucks. Got him him, he was sicker than cat snot. Gave him antibiotic shots for a week, he came out of it. Found out he was wild and untamed. Took a while but he became the nicest foxtrotter you could imagine for personal use. He never got big enough for me and I sold him to our neighbor for his wife.

Fox trotter, no wonder he didn't make it at the track. They were probably headed for the slaughter house in St. Louis and prices were down.