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Love those big horses............................................


Tack is a bit heavy, but I LOVE those big horses................... :coffee2:



Beth
 

So our preacher asked my father if we would keep a pig at our place and then they would half the meat after being butchered. The thing grew quick and I had to hose off the slab a couple of times a week where we kept him . Pigs are disgusting creatures.. The pig was getting pretty big maybe around 160 pounds and I being a bored kid at the time came up with a new game . I ran a wire from the electric fence and using a stick I started shocking the pig with the wire.
Yes it was wrong and cruel but being a dumb teenager of 13 or 14 years old it was a good time. Me and my brother was zapping the pig with this wire and laughing. The pigs name was rover and Rover was running around in circles squealing like crazy then he started ramming the 2x4 fence that we made to keep him in. Now worried about getting in trouble I picked up a big stick to keep Rover in his pin. I faced off with Rover and he let out the most strange bark sound that I just let him bust out of the pin. He let me know that he was not happy so I gave him his space.
Well Rover tasted freedom and was not going back in that pin with out a fight. My brother and I chased him for a bit and then went and called the preacher and said" preacher the pig got out....don't know how."
The next several hours was some of the funniest stuff that I have ever seen . My father came home about the time the preacher was getting there and they tried to tag team Rover and Rover was making a game of it. It was like watching the Benny Hill show with out the hot chics being there.
My father jumped on this little scooter that he bought to resale and took off across the field to head the pig off but the little bike was not an ATV and he quickly wiped out. It was one of those things that we all laugh about now . I don't think I have ever told my dad how the pig busted out of his pin. After we caught him we all were bruised and cut up but I knew I deserved what I got and more.
 

Birdman :hello2: :hello2: :laughing7:

I remember chasing hogs a couple times a week when Younger.. They can be a real chore to corner and catch.. We had moved a couple hogs 1 time from my friends place to mine so he could rebuild his Pen.. I borrowed my Uncles Truck, Had a bow in the back made from Chain link fence... When I backed up to my pen I was at a 45.. Dropped the tail gate opened the door and the first hog hopped right down and went into the pen... The second hog stayed in the back of the box he did not want to come out.. So after trying to poke him and several tries he stayed... My Dad stood on the side of the truck with the door from the box to make sure the pig went into the pen... The pig lunged, rammed into the door which my dad was holding.. Dad, Pig and door went rolling into the briers Dad was yelling $%#^#^... I had snagged that hog by the hoof, grabbed the other leg.. Swung him around and he hit the ground rolling into the pen... I made sure Dad was OK, He was mad that his hat was hooked up in the briers... My adrenaline was pumping so much I did not realize what I had done til I cooled off. This hog went almost 200 lb. I was ready to kill that hog for what he had done but Dad said "It wasn't the pig's Fault"...

I know exactly what you mean about gettin tore up from hogs Birdman... We chased pigs couple times a week... The Small ones are tough to run down..
 

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My sister-in-law has been raising goats for years and years. I laughed so hard, because I know JUST what you mean about catching them, and how they are about getting out. But, they aren't dumb. It doesn't take them long to figure out how to short out an electric fence.

We raised goats too (love goat cheese) - and when we were running the buck with the does, he had heavier hair, and big horns, I don't think he felt the "zap". Couldn't figure out what was going on, because they would stay in all night. So, I got up before dawn, to watch them, to figure out how they were tackling that fence. That darned buck would hook his horns on the electric fence, pull backwards, and get it to short out, then, run right through it, does following behind him. (none of the does had horns).

I really wouldn't care so much, but they always went straight to the neighbors - who raised hay and straw to sell - and he was NOT happy about the goats knocking down his crops.

However, having a goat or two with your horses, seems to deter them from wanting to get out, they get along well, and they will even sleep with the horses.

Personally, I love the way those baby goats can hop straight up into the air - and, on occasion, use you to scramble up on something else!!

They are sooooooo cute.


Beth
 

Don, Glad to hear from yuh! :coffee2: :coffee2:

Back in 05 my son and I pull in the driveway at our old place... To see the guy spreading gravel on our new driveway... He was coming along with the bed up real high.. (coal truck) Tri-axle) He was starting up the inclined part of the driveway and I noticed the front of the truck begin to raise up off the ground.. After the tires were close to 4' off the ground BOOM... Here the bed caught the telephone cable and had it stretched like a banjo string.. Ping it broke... Poor fella, I took him a cold one.... Took out like a mile of cable...

Wow now thats something to wake up to... Fall asleep with a hound and wake up to an oinker.... :laughing7:
 

mrs.oroblanco said:
Love those big horses............................................


Tack is a bit heavy, but I LOVE those big horses................... :coffee2:



Beth
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So do I ! Even if there are problems . Roading a young hitch of 4 up for the first time , 6 helpers in the wagon and my Daddy on the whip . I was riding shotgun .
Our stock dog got in a fight with 3 neighbor dogs and they rolled off the roadbank into the middle of the team .
ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE !
By the time we had torn through 3 fences and crossed 2 deep creeks the helpers were scattered hell
west and sideways . I had bailed from the seat and latched onto the nearside leader and was being drug along cause I was afraid to let go .
3rd creek was where the reach broke and the rear axle and box got left behind . Daddy bailed from the seat and started 'chariot driving' when he landed on the front axle . Between us we finally rammed them into the side of a barn to get them stopped . 'Mell of a hess' to get all that untangled ...........
 

Personally, I don't think you should hitch up a 4-in-hand without at least one of them being older and solid.

I have always trained our hitches with an older horse. (learned that lesson the hard way), and always train them to all sides and all spots.

I have to laugh though - when I was younger - I would get on anything, anytime, anyway.

Then this strange thing happened - it started hurting a whole lot more when I hit gravel, or dirt, or rocks, or pavement. :laughing7:

You mentioned something though - holding on.

I have always had that problem - no matter what is going on - I hang on - which is not always a smart thing to do. I think its my dad's fault, he would always say "Don't let go" - then, as I grew up - I realized I couldn't let go - unless I made a concious effort to let go. That - will get you dragged, stepped on and other unpleasant things.

I remember training one girl to cart - by herself - she was coming along perfectly. Then, I had a holdback break - and, he bumped her in the butt.
She went ballistic - all I saw was head, hooves, head, hooves, head, hooves, and rapidly picking up speed. I did the "chariot thing" too. I really wanted to bail, but I figured I could stand on the seat and lean my entire body weight into her, and maybe get her to turn - or at least slow down.

She didn't, and Roy, who was running behind, yelling "jump, jump", so, I just jumped straight up, and let go, and she pulled the cart out from under me, and I landed, rolling onto the dirt road. She continued for about 3/4ths of a mile, got the cart turned over, got away from it, and when we caught up to her, she was beating the living daylights out of it, kicking it for all she was worth.

She never forgot that spot. Forever more, even though she eventually became a completely trained horse, when we got to that area, you had to hold on, because she would shy at that spot.

The worst "bucking off" I ever got was from a Belgian mare - man, you have NOT been bucked, until you have been bucked by something 18 hands tall - she was a big son-of-a-gun, never had bucked before, but that day - ------ I wonder what gets into their minds, sometimes. And, it is NOT easy to stay on something that has a back so wide that your legs are barely hanging down. And turning the head of a Belgian is NOT that easy, either. In fact, we had one horse (not a Belgian), that I think was trying to kill me. I was training a palomino for a friend, and, he was not real familiar with horses, and had asked me to do a particular thing (cannot remember what). Anyway, the witch decided to run away with me, and was headed straight for the barn, by way of the clotheslines. I tried to turn her - at a fun gallop, and couldn't, so I leaned over and grabbed the bridle itself, and turned her head right onto my knee. Now I had a horse who was not only NOT turning, but running straight at full throttle, with no sight - she never slowed down, nor turned one little bit. The only thing left to do so that I wasn't decapitated was lay down on top of her. She went under the clothesline, through the barn fence, and smashed into the barn door, and knocked herself back on her haunches, me still in the saddle. I yelled to the guy to open the gate, as, after all that, I was NOT gonna to let her win. And I forced her to run back out the gate, and then walk to the barn, and then when she started speeding up, I circled her butt for about 15 minutes, until she gave up and decided to walk. Then I walked her back away from the barn, got off, and led her to the barn (she needed some drying off, since she was real sweaty). Lucily, that was the only time she ever did that - if I had let her get away with that, her inexperienced owned would have probably gotten killed eventually.

Why do people who are not real familiar with horses, or not experienced riders, buy horses that are green-broke? I see that all the time.

Their first horse - or first AND second, should be sound, willing, older and well-broke.

Beth
 

Beth,

Sounds to me like you could have been a stunt rider in the westerns!
I could just picture you riding that runaway palomino. :notworthy:
"Ride 'em Cowgirl"

When I was a small lad, I would spend summers at my Grandfathers farm and I used to sneak into the neighbors pasture to ride their Shetland ponies bareback.....First I would come up from behind at a full run and put both hands on their hind quarters and leap frog onto their backs like I had seen the cowboys do on tv. Then hang onto their mane for a wild ride. Was ran up against trees and fence posts and was thrown off often....... those sure were some good times :laughing7:

I was born to ride :icon_sunny:
Me in 1949
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GG~
 

Goodyguy,

Cool pic - I have a few like that - but, not nearly as good condition as yours is. :icon_thumright:

Back in those days "Born to Ride" had nothing to do with motorcycles. :laughing7:

My mother-in-law used to say that my hubby was riding before he was born - she rode her horses right up to the month before she had him ---- her doctor was NOT a happy camper.

My mother, however, quit riding a long time before me - she was riding a pregnant horse, who, as they were crossing a creek, decided that she wanted to lay down in the water. (and not get back up). The mare was not real big, from the story I hear, and when she laid down, both my mothers feet were trapped under her (I think she had kicked her feet out of the stirrups to try to get off). I guess it took 4 or 5 guys (including my dad) to untangle her, and that's the last time she ever rode.

However, I have quite often ridden bareback - I found out, years ago, that it is so much easier to bail off a horse without a saddle, and you will never end up with a saddle horn in your belly. (that hurts, no matter what age you are), and you cannot get your foot tangled in a stirrup. Once I was sure the horse was not a total killer, I'd saddle them up. (now I just let someone else ride them first, so I can see how they act-most of the time). :laughing7: The ranch horses are a whole nother story, though. They sit and are allowed to be almost wild, and twice a year, they get saddled up to work. And the first 5 minutes are always such a PITA. I have to saddle them, but I don't put my feet in the stirrups for the first 5 minutes of crow-hops and circling and half-rearing. But, once they settle in, they are GREAT cow horses - they know what to do without me. Just gotta pay attention, in case there is a cow/bull who decides to go off into the great beyond, because the horses know enough to gather them back up, and sometimes, there are some real sudden moves!!

The more we are on this forum, the more it sounds like we have alot of similar experiences growing up. :laughing7:

Ah, good memories.


Beth
 

Beth ,
I am in total agreement with all your sentiments in your last post . My approach is much the same .
Most of the 'clusters' I got involved in were from being a swamper for a father and cousin that should
have known better and didn't .
Used to make a good sideline living buying spoiled greenbroke horses from disgruntled owners for dog food price and reeducating them . They left my place for a premium price as totally broke willing
partners in any situation .
Abuse and intimidation were never part of my program to achieve that goal . Understanding how to ask for the best out of each individual was the key .
 

Jose,

And, folks think they are stupid - but, they DO think about things. I wonder, what is the very first mistake you ever made with a donkey or mule? I remember my very first one. Very young then, and didn't realize that they have those smaller shoulders than horses. I'm sure you know what happened, just by that statement. Yep, saddled up, and, after the first - oh, 50 yards, I'd guess, she decided she was not going any further, her head went down, and, me and that saddle just slid forward, with me ending up sliding right over her head and onto the ground. She just stood there, look at the idiot on the ground.
My next trip out on her had an extra blanket under the front of the saddle, to raise it up a bit, and an additional strap - if that saddle was coming over her head, her tail was going to be attached to it. :laughing7: :laughing7:

Truckinbutch,

I actually love training horses - I've made quite a bit doing that "killer horse" to child safe route. I also took the Pat Parelli classes and Clinton Anderson's courses - Clinton has been a great accomplishment for me - I loved working in his clinics. While I like Pat Parelli, he spends too much time showing what he can do (imo), Clinton always gave you "hands on" classes. It certainly was different than what I learned when I was young - back then, and I can still do it today - we "threw" ornery horses, sometimes more than once or twice.

But, I have to say, with the Clinton Anderson "style", I have been able to accomplish SO much more in a much shorter period of time, without getting hurt myself (lets face it, throwing a horse can be dangerous for both horse and thrower), and, over the years, I have learned the difference between "breaking" and "training". Even Roy has been impressed with the rapid changes he has seen in some of the horses we have had - the before and after.

Here is a picture of the last Clinton Training seminar that I attended - thats my sister-in-law Chris, who I dragged with me for the week, Clinton, and his horse Mindy - man, what a horse SHE is.

Beth
 

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When I was 16 my father bought an Appaloosa that was about 3 years old. Very spirted horse. I knew little about horses but I learned how to saddle him and ride fairly well but Old Dan was very tempermental. One day I saddled him and off we went .I had acres and acres of paper mill land behind my house so you could ride all day. I came to this small stream which I had crossed with Old Dan before and this day he did not want to cross it.
I made a huge mistake by getting off his back and trying to walk him across. He jerked his head up pulled the reins out of my hands and ran about 50 yards away from me. He put his head down stepped on the reins and jerked his head breaking the reins then took off. Well I was in hot pursuit but he got out of my sight rather fast and I followed his hoof prints to a wooded trail that I knew was a dead end. I saw Old Dan coming back my way and getting low in the brush I waited. As he walked by ,I leaped up across the saddel and off he ran.
I was holding on for dear life and I managed to get sat up right but had no reins to hold on to. I was scared to death but more scared to come home with out the horse . The reins were snapped but still attached to his bridal and I managed to get the right side in my hand . i was Lucky in the fact that as he was running and he just happened to take the route heading back to our property and as he past our back gate I pulled hard and he entered our property. He was still at a good run and heading back to the house but the saddle started to slide to the left so I had to lean hard to the right.
By the time we got to the house i was a shaky mess and as soon as he got to the barn he stopped. I jumped off ,ran back to the rear of the property to close the gate and vowed to never ride that horse again.
 

C H E E K E N Birdman heehehh can't blame you. How did you manage to land on the saddle without compromising a certain delicate part of the male appendages?

A friend of mine tried that once to impress a bunch of gigging teenage girls, BUT it wasn't successful, he somehow managed to ride behind the barn before collapsing in pain.

Don Jose de La Mancha (who was smart enough to take care of certain delicate parts of his anatomy)
 

Morning Jeff: you posted --> http://io9.com/5822917/treasure-hun...ect-at-the-bottom-of-the-baltic-sea


The interesting thing is that it appeared to have been moving in a forward direction as it was settling / landing on an underwater ledge??? Nothing suggests a simple vertical sinking, but on the contrary a controlled movement.

If a current was capable of moving it, then the same current would have eliminated the forward marks.

Very interesting, I certainly wish that I could be there.

Side remark, some 50 years years ago, several fishermen in a nearby small village on the Mar de Cortez, told me that something that appeared the same size and shape dove into and came out of the water several times near them over a period of time.

They said that once it had hovered over the village at night and illuminated the area with a spot light, occasionally following people running from one home to the other, they were scared. It made no noise.

They said it was about 60 ft in dia with windows where they could see indistinct forms moving about, and changed colors as they watched it? they were not sure if it had a rotating rim or not, some said yes, others said no.
Curious similarity, coincidence ?

I wish that I could remember all of the details that they told me, if I can, I will post them later.

Incidentally, I have personally seen a few UFO's while flying, so I have an open mind on this, as well as many other things - such as that giant serpent that I was swimming with etc. ?

Don Jose de La Mancha
 

HI MI compadre Oro: You posted -->There could very well be more than one mine called "Naranjal" based on either the orange color of the ore, and/or an orange plantation.

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Absolutely no argument here.
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you also posted -->I was under the impression that El Naranjal was really in Sinaloa?
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Nah.
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You posted -->I thought that most treasure hunters (of the past anyway) were looking in Sinaloa rather than Durango.
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True, prob why they didn't find it.

The barranca country that we are talking about starts about the Sinaloa / Durango border, but really comes into it's own in Durango, the border can be considered as merely a door to it.

go to google 24* 38' 59.10 N 106* 42' 16.32 W. This is the present entry of the rio Comendero into Durango. It drains the baranca country of Naranjal's location.

The "S" turns at the border are where that extremely rich Au placer grounds, that I mentioned, were found in 1940, ran over $1:00 a yard in those dollars, now, perhaps $9:00 + of today's dollars in purchasing power. but they cannot be worked due to the damn. Want a repeat of the story?

The Mesa de Rodeo, which lies just to the north, inside of Durango, is where we had our little siege by the Indians for three days. Las Colorados Mine.

Don Jose de La Mancha
 

I had been out of the navy for a few months and I was having a blast. I was trying to catch up on all the fun stuff I had to put on hold like fishing,hunting ,Bonn fires ,off roading ect. Stuff you could not do when you were surrounded by concrete or you were out to sea most of the time. I was having a good time.
I had a Suzuki samurai that I traded a 71 cutlass for . Man that little vehicle was a fun for knocking around off road or at the beach. Myself and a friend were cruzing back roads drinking a few beers(was not real smart in my 20s) and I took this road that I had not been down in 4 years. I drove around the bend and there was nothing but water . What the heck? This is new. Well it can't be very deep because this used to be a road. I put it in 4wheel drive and entered the water.
Just as I thought not so deep ...wait its getting deeper ... well might as well keep going almost on the other side. Before I knew it I had water to the bottom of my hood and I was still moving then Bam! I hit something under water and was stuck. The little jeep was still running but I just kept spinning. It was like a movie .Water coming in around the doors and beer bottles starting to float around my feet then the vehicle shut off. Water made it's way into my fuel tank. Well we might as well get out so as we opened the doors the cab quickly flooded .The water was about 4 feet deep. We were cold soaked ,walked out of the woods a mile or so to a gas stationed and I called a buddy to come get us.
We pulled the samurai out the next day with a friends jeep and towed it home about 20 miles. That was my last river crossing adventure in the samurai. My low toleration for boredom has got me in a few jams.
 

Don, Sounds like Richard Petty would have welcomed you to a job... ;D

I have a buddy who has a little beercan 4x4.. Suzuki Sidekick.. I always laugh and poke fun at him, Why did you put tires on that miller can..

Then after many rides in some very wicked terrain... I poke fun no more, That is a little baby Mountain Goat... Thing will drive up the side of a Barn...
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Don You said --> "we just kept going in my Olds 88."

Is that an Olds---Delta 88? I had a 1982 model Delta 88 4dr Land Yacht...

:coffee2: Poorhunter
 

Hmm, water obstacles. I have one for you, however I am stealing the story as it happened to my former partner.

After our experiences with trying to rent a vehicle in Nome Alaska, my partner decided that to beat that he would get one of the 4WD off-road quadrunners. It was pretty neat and powerful, and good on gas. He paid to have it flown in to Nome, so when he got there he was not stuck afoot. After a walk to get gas (you must siphon out every drop of gas if you fly anything that uses it) and a stop at a grocery store he was off and running.

Some miles east of Nome he came to a rather good sized river. No worries, the salesmen who sold him his quad told him all about his neat flotation tires, which would allow him to become amphibious and drive right across the water. So he slowed a bit, so as not to hit the water hard and drove straight into the river. Unfortunately the salesman had lied about those flotation tires, the thing sank like a stone, the water being especially cold as it was melting ice, my partner jumped off to try to drag the now stalled quad out of the rushing water. Now of course the flotation tires seemed to partially take effect, so with his weight off it the current took hold and he had a heck of a time getting it dragged out of the water.

As he had to push it all the way back to Nome to get it repaired so it would run, he no longer relies on flotation tires, nor trusts the word of the salesmen. :thumbsup:

Your turn,
Oroblanco

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Rockhound,

Usually, when they are looking for more space - they (the mods) just ask us to empty our PM boxes.

Deleting your posts was not necessary.

Beth
 

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