What were your first horses like? ?

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What were your first horses like? ?

Answer 1

My first horse that I can say that I truly say that I owned was a Standard Bred Mare. Her name was Gaye Melody. She was 15.2 h, bay, and the sweetest thing ever!! The day I got her, I had to ride her from where we bought her, to the place I was boarding her at. This little trek was 16 miles. Now, I'm scared of thunder and lightning............and wouldn't you know it started to rain about 10 min. into my ride. Mind you she had never been ridden on the road before, and all of my riding was done either in a ring or on the trails. Every time it thundered, I would scream. And every time it lightninged I would scream even louder. Poor girl....having to endure all of this. But she was a trooper right from the start. She wouldn't pee in her stall and she would only poo in 1 corner. One day the guy where I was boarding her, forgot her when he turned out the rest of the horses. She was in her stall for 16 hrs and never messed in it. He couldn't believe it! I showed her English and Western Starting at age 8 thru age 12. Won many ribbons with her.

My next horse was a 14.3 Appy mare named H.H. Cowgirl. What a blinger she could be. She hated water!! Wouldn't even step in a puddle. I did get her so she would cross the make shift water obstacle in trail class. I showed her in everything but jumping and gymkhana. Plus I did endurance riding with her. Her only fault was that she didn't like one particular judge. She would always try to run him down. Once she started towards him there was no stopping her. Good way NOT to get placed!! She also hated her trainer. She did run him down and she also went over backwards thru a fence with him while he was working on backing. You also couldn't get between her and her foals. Look out if you did!! We warned my Dad over and over. But what does he do??? He was taking them out to the pasture, lead rope in one hand at the very end, her foal started playing and running around. Cowgirl panicked and let her hind feet fly connecting with my Dad's jaw. He suffered a punctured eardrum and a smashed jaw. Now he thinks all horses are dangerous. Now, I'm 52 yrs old and this happened when I was 12. He still tells me to get rid of the horses because I'll get hurt. Lol. I won a room full of ribbons and trophies with this nut. Showing her in 4-H, NYS Fair, and local shows. I also ended up geting her half brother H.H.Joe. I have since owned 6 other horses and boarded 17 more at my farm.  

Answer 2

my first horse was a 3 year old, barely backed 15hh connemara x gypsy vanner mare. Far too young and green for me really but we've grown and learnt together and now have such a strong bond and understanding of each other that it's incredible. i havn't been away from her for more than a day in the 4 years i've had her but am having to leave her with my parents in less than a months time when i go to uni, will miss her so so much. My latest horse/pony is a yearling Welsh section A filly who i've had since this last march and am going to back in just under 3 years time. she was bought as a companion which is why she is so tiny

Answer 3

my first horse- teak. she was old, stubborn, but loved attention and oats. almost every time i rode her she bucked. i did 4h with her a little bit, but wouldn't listen and she would do her own thing. very silly horse. the boss, LOVES her friends. hates to stay home alone.

my first RIDING horse- chrome. awesome, young, willing, sweet, never bucked with a rider until i got on her back after being lame for 3 months! never kicked at people, except my farrier cuz he really ticks her off. never reared except when my farrier got her SO much more than TICKED. otherwise, than being around my farrier, she doesn't have a bad bone in her body. popular among her friends, my grandma thinks she looks like a donkey, loves to run, never bolts or takes off, perfect for beginners and awesome for intermediate riders. great at shows, enters the arena calm until i tighten up the reins and circle her, listens pretty well, very responsive usually.

my MOM's first horse- tulsa. everything my mom could ask for. a VERY fast horse bust keeps it slow for my mom. usually doesn't s***w up during a run. my mom's 'precious little princess' and 'pretty pink princess'. but my mom does hate that she loves to roll and lay down as she gets dirty. *gasp!* tulsa get dirty? oh no! my mom is so funny. she only is fine with tulsa getting dirty when she's had a good show and deserves it. my mom loves tulsa more than [almost] anything!  

Answer 4

my first horse was tiny and that was his name too he was 10hh and the cutest thing your've every seen but when i got on him he would be great for the first five minutes and then he would buck and rear, shy, bolt and the first day i went to pony club he ran ne into a tree and i got knocked out! But i wouldn't give up on him so i rode him and worked him hard until he couldn't walk any futher and three days later i came to ride him and it was like i had been training him for years so he was a handful but now ive got a much bigger horse and he's my pride and joy!

Answer 5

perfect no mater what they do

Answer 6

x trick horse anwhich is cute when he begs but annoying when he rears

and a super jumper who has to live on his own as he bullies the other horses exept the trick horse as he lis to interested h=in his grass to notice

Answer 7

Well my first horse was a palomino quarter horse gelding, great conformation, 13 years old, 16.1 hands, jumped anything you pointed him at.....

and was dangerous/scared the daylights out of me.

I was 11 years old, and my dad got a vet check on this horse. Turned out fine, and my dad bought him because he was pretty. We got him back, the people offered to trailer him for free which was odd but we thought nothing of it. I started riding him, and he was pretty strong, but at the time he wasen't that bad (little to our knowledge he had been drugged when we bought him). Then he got hard to stop, so a more advanced rider rode him for me, as we thought it was just "excess energy". So I kept riding him, until he turned explosive. You asked him to stop, he would rear, you asked him to go, he would bolt and buck. It was to the point where I was riding him and I would get off several minuets later in tears because he scared me so much. Well after he bolted up the driveway, bolted in a show, started rearing more often  with me, and would bolt in lessons (for no given reason, we would be walking next minuit and I would be fighting to pull his head up the next). I let my parents lease him to a collage student, in hopes that the collage student could train him for me, and then he would eventually be ridable. Well this collage student, and another girl worked with him for a while, and he went amazingly. he would jump what they pointed him at, they both could control him etc. So I started taking lessons with a different instructor who had me ride two really good school horses to get my confidence up, then I would take a lesson every once in a while on my horse with the girl who was working with him. We would just walk and if i was comfortable at the walk trot. So that went on for a while,  then I stopped riding my horse all together as he wasent helping with the confidence. They continued to work him and he was good, until he got pissed one night that the collage student wouldn't let him bolt. He reared up and (from what i was told) threw himself over backwards.

Needless to say he was sold shortly after that.

Answer 8

First horse: My step-sister and I were both much younger than we were now (we're the same age) and my mom took us up to look at a beautiful friesian farm. . . . my mom didn't really know how to ride but we'd both been riding for about 6-7 years and were pretty good. . . . we went up to look at one friesian in particular, but when we got there, he was all hyped up on baby carrots, and so when I got to giving him one, he almost bit my ring finger on my right hand off. We rode him on the lunge and decided that we weren't going to take him. We rode another horse named Lui, a bigger Friesian, and decided we wanted him. We begged our mom to let us buy him and she finally gave in. Broke, great trail horse, loves kids, husband-safe horse. . . . .NOT. Long story short, my mom was learning to ride on him, and with her trainer on her old horse my mom rode the Friesian. He spooked at something real random, and my mom being a beginner, fell off. Her arms were grated from a wire fence that she was scraped against as she fell off. Our trainer rode him, and he bolted through the fence. We thought she was dead in a ditch where Cheval (what we renamed him) was standing,  but miracalously she was standing on her feet somehow holding the reins. He had a bolting problem. We eventually sold him. . .  not a great way to start off for your first horse, huh?

Anyway, we got a second horse after going through many trials. Her name was Maya. She was a chestnut Appendix mare. Hormonal - yes. Safe - not so much.  .  .  she bolted with my mom and my step-sister and they both lost their confidence big time. My mom now has a thing with chestnut mares (and not in a good way) but I guess I can't blame her. I never rode her really, but I guess I just had a feeling that I shouldn't.

My step-sister found a horse who is now going really great for her.

My mom is in the process looking for a horse.

And I got my perfect horse. . . . Finally :)

Answer 9

My first horse was a 10 hands tall, brown, black and white paint named Toy Story. He was the best horse EVER we won all the classes when we went to shows. I still have him and my little sister is learning to ride with him. To this day he is still my favorite horse at my barn!

Answer 10

An evil 13.2 leopard POA named Cracker Jack. he LOOKED so cute an adorable and like every little girls dreams, but then he'd just snap on you. Worst ground manners He'd do anything to get you off his back, buck, rear, rub you off, lay down, bolt, stop, whatever you can think of. Then, he would be the most perfect mannered pony you ever met, place in all his classes. Until, he decided not to be again. I was kicked, bit, trampled, and chased. We tried trainers cuz I "loved him" and it never helped. haha... looking back he REALLY taught me to ride or die basically. After three trips to the emergency room and a set of stitched for my mom in a matter of 4 months, we sold him, cheap. I think he's in Indiana now. Hopefully someone figured out what to do with that pony!

Answer 11

my horse ( still # 1 recently bought her) is amazing. Shes a 5 year 16 hh thoroughbred mare that has a mind of a 28 year old quarter horse. she jumps everything and is NOT marish at all. We recently just went to her first show and all the big speakers and horses and people screeaming and big jumps. She could care less. we got a third 3 fourths and a fifth out of 12 people. I love her and I'd never sell her for the world!!  

Answer 12

my first horse was "loaned" to me.  he was perfect.  a reg. palomino qh.  at first, he was a saint, willing and patient.  he helped me learn so much.  as i grew in my knowledge and experience, he started to "liven up".  really, i have no way to fully explain him.  i was blessed to have him in my life, and just so thrilled that he was around to be the first horse my kids sat on, and my daughter started lessons with.  he did the same with her.  real gentle until he felt that he could push her to the next level.  i miss my boy.  he was 32 when he crossed over last year.  

Answer 13

He was a 5-6 year old Quarter-Arabian cross. He used to be my grandparents horse. He was about 15.2h, liked to go very slow, unless you were going downhills!! lol. I rode him almost everyday,and the thing was he wasn't even fully broke!! Never had a bit of training really. He was just so calm and so nice that we all trusted him, never bucked,reared, spooked at anything. Was a great horse! Unfor. he died two years ago with heart problems...Never will find another horse like him for me.

Although, I did get another horse that next christmas[my aunt gave him to me] another horse not for a 12 year old girl. lol. A 7 year old full arabian gelding.Not broke or anything, but handled a lot, he's very sweet and loves attention is like a big puppy dog, still doing training with him, he's one of the best horses I've ever known! And now three years later still don't ride him[lol] but I think he's the best horse ever.

Answer 14

My first horse was a mule.  He belonged to my grandfather.  He was around 10 or 12, pulled a plow and drove.

I was very young,1 or 2 and crazy about two things.  My grandfather and that mule, Ol' Grey.  He was a gelded 'john' mule and when he was bought by my grandfather he might have still been grey.  When I was on the scene, he had gone white.

I would plead and cry to go to the fields with my grandfather when he was plowing.  That way, I could 'ride' and be with my grandfather at the same time.  Sitting up there on Grey's back, holding onto the hames of the collar, I felt like I owned the world!

Later, I'd go and catch him by myself and he'd put his head down so I could bridle him.  He was gentle and took good care of us both those early days.  Later on as he aged, he got an attitude about the demands I made.

Once he 'clotheslined' me, literally.  He'd had enough and there was the clothesline and it's good thing my grandmother was there taking in the wash.  She was nearby when I slid backwards off his back and had the wind knocked out of me!  He was probably 15h and I was about 4'.

He knew exactly which pine trees he, but not I, could go between.  The scars on my knees testify to that.

He could find my bare feet with his bare foot without looking down.  His way of saying 'enough'

We did scrambles up steep banks then turned and jumped off again.

We spent years together, happy ones for me.  

He taught me a lot.   Most of what I know I owe to him.

He was twenty something when he died.  I still miss him.

R.I.P. Grey, I'll be along to join you one of these days. . .

Answer 15

A sorrel pony stallion named Nugget...Buck wild and totally nuts.  Dad said if i trained him he would buy me what ever horse i wanted...Boy was he sorry LOL.  

Answer 16

Yeah mmmmm...........Far too advanced for me, far to tricky for me and far to knowing for me.  But all these years later i've still got him and when I look back he's the one who taught me most of what I know, albeit the hard way!!

Answer 17

I was first put on a horse when I was three. His name was Chico, and he was eleven years old. Now, imagine a small girl who's eight years old, trying to control a stone- mouthed sixteen year old gelding who's always charging off into the trees.

Now I'm twelve, turning thirteen soon, and he's twenty. I have a whole 4-H career ahead of me, and in four or five years he's probably gonna get arthritis. I've taught him leads, sidepassing, backing up, and English. I've ridden him for almost nine years, and we've won English Trail Champion against 4-H seniors (I'm a second year Junior), and we're going to State Fair tomorrow. I ride him mostly bareback, because he barely ever bucks, and we've been together for so long and he's not gonna be able to be ridden in four or five years... *Sniffle*... I'll miss him when he goes to the Rainbow Bridge to wait for me...  

Answer 18

I Had a Stubborn Little Welsh x On Loan Which I Always Fell Off :D

Answer 19

My very first horse was a yearling palomino.  His registered name was Barnaby's King.  He would stand at the hitch rail with his one front leg out to the side.  I thought he didn't look like a "King".  Instead I started calling him Barney.  It really fit him more.  I had only been riding about 4 years but managed to break him myself.  He never did anything bad.  He was 5 when I took him up to a dude ranch where I worked for the summer.  Riding out on the acres of trails was great.  He would break gait (go from a lope to a jog) when there were large boulders or large tree stumps off the side of the trail (at least 10-15 feet).  I had him till he was about 8.  I traded him for another Quarter horse bay gelding who was a little older.  Three years later I sold that one and bought a 3yr old Appaloosa gelding.  Now I have 9 horses and a small farm.

Answer 20

My first horse was a pretty Palomino Quarter Horse that was pure evil! She was the sweetest thing on the earth as long as I didn't approach her with a bridle and a saddle. She was definitely way out of my league! I did have enough sense to sell her to a trainer that wanted her. Now I have a wonderful TB mare that doesn't act like a mare. She does anything I ask and actually loves to ride. I learned a great lesson from my first purchase. Don't buy a horse simply because of looks, or a great bloodline. I also learned that a few lessons doesn't make a person a good rider. Now I have a permanent trainer.  

Answer 21

My first pony was a pinto grade, she was very green and probably not the best thing for me as a 9 year old kid. But, I learned how to fall off pretty well, that I should never leave the gates open and to buy a tightly sealing grain bin :P I still have her and she's the best pony in the world. I ride her mostly bareback now, and she's just awesome. My first horse was an ex-roping QH gelding. Super quiet, did everything I ever asked of him and was just a really nice horse in general. I sold him in the spring, he was just not getting used that he should have been (now I have the pony and an appendix gelding that I do hunters and QH on).  

Answer 22

My first pony was a black Shetland mare on loan - my mother used to work for a Shetland breeder and when my sisters and I were small (4, 4 and 7) Mum started to take Shetlands to break for lead rein.  Meg, the first one, was a little diamond - she was completely fussed over and adored all the attention.  

We had lots of Shetlands on loan for a few months at a time until I turned 7; at that point we moved on from Shetlands and got our own ponies.  The first pony that was really mine was an 11.2h bay Welsh A gelding called Fred.  I had him for three years and he was absolutely brilliant - everything a parent would want in a child's pony and I adored him.  I cried for weeks when I had to sell him on!  (The situation was not helped by the arrival of my next pony Piper - he was a little devil and really taught me to ride, not just sit there!)