The Horse Thread

Here’s another one. The three paints in the middle all were related. The owner bought them all at about age four the end of the first summer I was there but nobody really worked with them before the second summer so they were squirrelly AF. The guy with his butt to the camera and his head down was named Cheyenne. He was actually a little more together then the rest of his crew. So I took him out on a half day. maybe forty minutes in, it started to rain. I didn’t want to freak him out with a rain coat blowing around in his peripheral vision so I dismounted and stood in front of him where he could see me put it on. That all went well. he was cool. But as I remounted he went apeshit, bucking like a rodeo bronco. I only had one foot in a stirrup but I held on for maybe four bucks before I got launched. Of course he wouldn’t let me get within arms reach of him after that. He just made his way back home, grazing as he went, staying just far enough away so I couldn’t catch him. I tried reasoning with him, i tried sweet talking him, threats. I borrowed one of the guests’ horses to try to cut him off. Nothing worked. We walked all the way back, a couple of miles, that way. It doesn’t take a genius to be a wrangler but you do have to be smarter then the horse.

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It’s a shotgun. Grizzly country. I was a wrangler/guide in AK for two summers
Cool! Great stories.

I had a great time doing a simple trail ride outside Denali. My husband, his older brother, and a family friend all were too scared to deal with riding a horse. The mucky terrain was fascinating. Way different than the terrain in the Canadian Rockies.
 
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