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Mister
He was the first horse I trained to ride under saddle. He came to the College I was enrolled in as a 5yr old stud who had never been broke to ride. He was a purebred Quarter Horse, EX-Show Halter Champion.
His additude toward mares was like none I had never seen. He would literaly become frantic and paid no mind to anyone near him except the mare. While walking him, he would rear up anytime he saw,heard,or smelled a mare near by. In the stall, he paised,kicked the door,and the wall anytime a mare walked by. It didn't matter if she was in heat or not. He had to be taken out to clean his stall, and no one dared to enter his stall at feeding time. They just threw the hay over the door, poored his grain threw the bared window, same for watering.
I was the only one in my class who did not have a horse of their own to train, I was paired up with two other students to train a 2yr old filly that year. Loving Quarter Horses and believing that Mister was just absolutely gorgous, I ask my proffessor if I could train him to ride. Of course he just laughed at me, but after 1 week he changed his mind. This is what happend during that week and the reason my professor changed his mind.
First, I switched stall duties with one of my fellow students so that I would be the one cleaning Mister's stall everyday. At feed time, I made sure I fed him everyday, and at turn out,I turned him out. I knew I had to bond with him so at feed time I would hold his hay, open the door and make him back up so that I could enter, if he didin't listen I smacked and yelled at him, until he let me in, then he would get his hay. Grain was the same way. For cleaning his stall, I grabbed a small flake of hay and stuck in the corner so he could munch while I cleaned, if he did anything else, he was smacked and held at. Rearing was a little harder and a little trickier, once I learned the sighns I would move his head and body into a position that was impossible for him to rear in. By the end of the week I was walking into his stall and placing his food in the proper bins while he waited paitently, cleaning his stall with nothing but a wheel barrow in front of the door, walking him to and from his paddack without him rearing. The day My proffessor told me I could train Mister to ride I was cleaning his stall and a mare walked by, Mister didn't even pay attention to her. My professer just happened to be walking by and saw this. He walked over to the stall and told that he was realy impressed with the work I had volantairly done with Mister and that I could begin training him on Monday. I was extactic!
Monday came and Mister did great his first day of training. He was perfect. He listened to me and did everything I asked. When the day came to mount him for the first time everyone was there watching.(expecting him to rear or buck me off) He was a perfect angel, never gave me a problem and thats how his training went, until I asked him to lope. He became a bucking bronco. For the next three days everytime I asked him to lope he starting bucking so I rode out his bucks, believing that he would realize I was not getting off and I wasn't going to stop asking him to lope. On the third day of his bucking bronco fits (as I called them) he actualy bucked me off, and I went flying. He stopped dead in his tracks. When I got up and looked at him I could see astonshment and fear in eyes and that was all I needed. I grabbed his reins, got back on and instantly asked for the lope. He not only started to lope but started off on the correct lead! Within a week I was riding Mister in the ring with other horses including mares. I never had another problem with him.
Chase
Chase was a 16yr old Quarter Horse that I bought for myself. He had perfect ground manors. Would follow you anywhere without a lead, let you groom, clip his hooves, and never gave the vet a problem. Riding on otherhand was differant story. Though he never did anything to purposely hert me. He was a runner, and the more I pulled to get him to slow down or stop, the faster he went.Allways running for the entrance and allways stopping infront of it. He had also learned that if he kept throwing his head up that I would lose some of my grip on the reins. Being an expeiranced rinder I knew that his problem was more than just stubarness and past abuse. I had a friend of mine (specialist in equine chropractor) take a look at him since the vet said his health checked out fine. To my suprise he had blockage from his pole all the way to his hind legs. His left cheek, and back were the worst. So I had a local chripractor come and take care of that. This helped Chase alot but he still liked to run to the gait. Enventualy I broke this habbit and we began riding trails. He became a pleasure to ride. Unfortantely a time came in my life when I had to sell him due to finances, but I am proud to say that he is now owned by a teenage girl who absolutely loves him.
