Wild Horse Ride
It was a beautiful day in West Green, Georgia. I was out doing my daily feeding of all the animals. Once I got all the animals fed, I decided it would be a perfect day to ride horses. The weather was just right, the sun was shining through the trees, and a nice breeze was blowing. It was about 10:00 that Saturday morning, so I went outside, saddled up my horse, and then I rode off. I took my normal route through the trails just like I’ve always done. On this day I chose the route through the field, then on to cross the pond and creek. My horse did an excellent job that morning and performed everything I asked. We jumped a few fallen trees, jumped across a broken pond dam, and jumped a few pine rows. We even crossed through a
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My previous horse had gotten some age on her, and was time to become a pasture buddy. I found a mare in Millen, Ga. The family with the horse posted a for-sale ad online, and I was immediately interested in buying her. She was a very beautiful buckskin quarter horse. I then went to check her out late one afternoon. The people I purchased her from said she was a perfect horse, but they didn’t have the room at their farm. They also told me she came from a well-known breeder in Nebraska, so I checked her papers and everything looked great. I rode her in their arena, and she was exactly what I was looking for in a horse. Her color shade and height were perfect, along with her training. She was such a beautiful horse, so I brought her home with me. I was glad I finally purchased the horse I had been searching for. I arrived at home late that night, and put her out in the pasture with a few other horses. I went inside and came out the next morning to check on how she was doing in her new home. She was doing really great, and getting along with all the other horses. She really was a perfect horse, or so I thought. I would soon find out that she wasn’t such a perfect horse at the end of the
It was a rodeo in Minnesota, with a lot of entries. It was our turn, and we were just entering the arena. I could tell the pony was scared and breathing differently. As I try calming him down before we take off, he rears up and flings me right off his back. I lay there on the ground and he is scarred running circles. People there were trying to catch him but he could hear them and take off again. Finally, I go up and talked to him saying “Its okay, you were just scared.” He heard my voice and slowly came towards me and I slowly walked towards him. After I got him, I explained that he was blind and has not been in a show since. I was still counted as disqualified because he did not complete the pattern and did not have a rider on
Indian Horse is a novel by Richard Wagamese that beautifully explores the idea of family, and what it means to have people around you that make you feel at home. The reader is bombarded with an overwhelming sense of family and betrayal in the first few pages of the novel. As Richard Wagamese continues to write, one is able to see how safe Saul Indian Horse felt with his biological family, and he also shows how lost he felt without their love when he was taken to the Residential School. The school he was brought to was drained of all consensual love the moment it was open, and continued to fill the children with horrible feelings the entire time they were there. Indian Horse was unable to really feel as though he still had family while he was in the
Furthermore the increase in in documented crime from those communities has been shown to be as high as 130% and a 63% increase with the amount of criminals being booked by the police, and a town in Canada also experiences a 70% in crease in crimes reported. While the slaughter plants were in those towns they were not helping stimulate the economy because the plant was foreign owned and didn’t have to pay tarries to export the meat to their countries. It is estimated that during the time horse slaughter was going on in the United States about five million dollars of federal money was spent just on three slaughter plants. When going through taxes records of a now closed horse slaughter plant it was found that the plant only had to pay five dollars in tax while they had made a gross income of 12,000,000. While the economic impact is important to know about that doesn’t mean that the
"Number 278 Your Honor!!!” This is what I hear as I ride my horse, Ranger, along the perimeter of the huge ring that holds all my fears, worries, hopes, dreams, and accomplishments. As the announcer yells into the loud speaker “Riders the judges say ride on at a Running Walk!” I pick up speed flying past my competition, so many World Champions and World Grand Champions on one fair ground, it can be over whelming at times. As the riders sit in the ring patiently anticipating the results all I can think is how lucky I am to be part of such an amazing breed of horse, and to feel blessed that the Tennessee Walking Horse Association was so great. But after I leave the ring collecting my 1st place ribbon, there is a commotion by the inspection table, someone just got a ticket for scars on their horse’s ankles, and now they don’t get to show their “injured” horse. The problem with this? There is nothing wrong with their horse, yes he had scars on his ankles but he was not in pain. You see this particular horse was not well taken care of in his previous home, he was abused. Then his current trainer saved him from that bad place, and now because of his past he is not able to show. I and many others personally know this trainer and she would never do anything to hurt her horse, he is her prized possession. Abuse to the Tennessee Walking horse was a huge problem in the past, but not so much anymore.
Have you wondered what the Iditarod is. It is a dog sled race across alaska.It is called the last race because it is a deadly race across alaska.The people who join have to be experienced sleders.The Iditarods prize is money and a special reward.runners have to go 1000 miles to get to the end of the race wall going through harsh terrain.The race is keeping the sled dog culture alive.
I was sitting in a basement that smelled bad and was stuffy, I needed to get out of there. I was with my friend who liked to ride bikes. So, we decided to ride bikes. Outside we only had 1 normal bike, the other was an old bike with a banana seat on it. I lost a coin toss so I had to ride the trashy bike that had trouble even going straight. There was a trail down at the park where we would ride the bikes. We thought we would go there first and then go climb on playground after. At the very beginning of the trail there’s this difficult hill that goes pretty fast and shoots you right at a left turn. If you didn’t slow down and turn fast enough you would crash.
Every year there is an annual rodeo for just specific people that are sponsored. Dodge City has hosted this event for two years now at the Expo Center. The IFCA stands for International Feedlot Cowboy Association and takes place during the summer between 25-27th of June. This rodeo is special to my family because it's the time where we make major plans for everyone to have fun. My dad is part of the team roping division in which he has gotten several awards before. This is a time where people from all over Texas, Colorado, and Nebraska come to compete. You meet new people and have an experience by the end of the day.
“A horse can do anything you train it to do”, my dad used to say; indeed, it’s true. I had been training racing horses for a while now, but this horse and this race was something different. My horse suffered from a small ankle injury and was due to race in 3 weeks. To prepare him for this race, I took him to the vet to get checked, I fed and trained him every day and finally the day of the race, I put all my trust in him and waited for the outcome.
On behalf of the 42nd Congressional District, I am extending my heartfelt congratulations to you for being presented with the Certificate of Appreciation by the City of Norco on this special occasion of your 60th birthday. I regret that my Congressional duties prevent me from attending the National Day of the American Cowboy and celebrate with you.
The cowboy climbed aboard and gave a wild yell. The men holding the head of the horse let go and jumped back. Almost immediately the horse began bucking. The cowboy stayed with him though. The horse bucked around the pen slamming into the fence and off the post that was set in the middle of the pen. Finally the horse began to slow down and the cowboy got him under control. It would take another week of this before the horse would allow himself to be handled without blowing up.(Rashid 102)
Sliding the barn doors open, I step into a warm, comforting environment. Musty straw mingles with the sharp aroma of pine shavings, complementing each other. A warm glow from sporadically placed incandescent lightbulbs richens the leather tack, all cleaned and hanging ready for the day's use. From it wafts the smell of a new pair of shoes. The fruity essence of "Show Sheen", applied after yesterday's baths, still lingers in the air. Even the harsh stinging scent of urine and manure is welcome at this early morning hour. Breaking open a bale of hay, I sense the sweetness of the dried timothy as it engulfs my olfactory system, making me wish my queasy stomach had not made me skip breakfast. I am nervous, as are many others. I know that the day ahead will bring excitement, dread, triumph, and defeat. The unpredictable nature of horse shows causes frenzied questions, like salmon spawning, to run constantly though my mind. Will the judge like my own particular style? What if the red flowers bordering the first jump spook my horse? What if a piece of paper on the ground blows into the ring? Will this horse show be a success? The outcome depends not just on me; but a...
“At least 136 dogs have suffered and died on the Iditarod trail since records of the race have been kept” according to help End The Suffering Of Dogs Used In The Iditarod. The Iditarod is a dog sled race held in Alaska between Anchorage and Nome. The race covers nearly 1,000 miles of rugged Alaskan terrain and often is held in temperatures as low as -50° Celsius with wind gusts into the 80 mph range. Some people think that the Iditarod is good for the dogs and that they are meant for this. They are wrong and don’t know the many detrimental effects the Iditarod can have on the dogs and cause through the actions done in its wake. In this essay, we will talk about how the Iditarod is unsafe for dogs and why it is thought to be potentially “a
If I had been born into slavery, and my partner had been sold or killed, my eyes would have looked like that.” The children next door give insight on where the other horse went by explaining that horse had “been put with” Blue, which Walker explains was an expression that old people used when speaking of an ancestor during slavery who had been impregnated by her owner. Therefore, the brown horse did her job, she conceived and was taken somewhere else to live. All this to just leave Blue even in a lower state of depression than he was before. The same thing black people went through during slavery days, having someone you came to love taken from you with the snap of a finger and the world does not stop mourning your loss.
It was a warm sunny day in Tucson, Arizona, day three of our summer vacation. Me, my dad, my step-mom, and my sister had planned a hiking trip to Sabino Canyon. My dad and step-mom loved the outdoors and were very experienced with hiking, but however, my step-mom has horrendous Rheumatoid arthritis. Unlike me, my sister kept to herself and is not very fond of hikes nor is she big into nature. Once we got there, I unloaded my backpack out of the car and the rest of my family did the same. Our planned destination were the Seven Falls which was originally planned to only be about a four mile hike all around trip. However, we shorty figured out it was eight miles in total, but we were up for the challenge.
His name is Smoke and he was the most beautiful, enormous horse I have ever seen. He was immediately intimidating with his jet black coat of sleek hair. My excitement to ride these mountains with him overcame all my fear. At first I was only able to stay on the saddle by holding onto the saddle horn. Not long after, I felt like I had ridden Smoke my whole life. It was dream-like as we trotted the trails with ease. I could never have chosen a more wonderful way to experience the beautiful Colorado mountains than astride this great horse. We rushed past the Aspen and Cottonwood trees. I caught the far off smell of campfires burning as we walked through fields of wildflowers. The scene laid out on all sides of me seemed to be a whole different