Post by Captain Stumpy on Sept 25, 2012 17:00:45 GMT -5
Name: Jessie
Age: 5
Breed: Mustang x Quarter Horse
Height: 15"3
Colour: Smoky Black
Eye Colour: Amber
Gender: Stallion
Markings: Star & Snip-Star
Genes:
Extention: E/E
Aguoti: a/a
Cream: Cr/cr
History: Jessie was born on a ranch, hir dam was a highly thought of Buckskin Quarter Horse. A Barral Racing and Rodeo Champion for 2 years running before her legs finnily gave from under her, Leaving her crippled. The Owner wanted another horse as good as her, only with more strength. His cheepest salution was to leave her out in the mustang feilds and let nature do its work.
Of course Jessie never had met his father though that wouldn't have changed much, He was a rouge right from the word go. He was a yearling before he started to get handled, but the non-comformist colt refused whole-heartedly to become another dope-on-a-rope for people. striking and biting it would take 3 men with ropes and sticks to continue his halter training. Still he faught his ropes and captors everytime they tried till he was sweaty and exausted .
Another year passed before any atempts to brake the colt started, and he took to breaking and lunging about as well as halter training. Another year of training and Jessie had succeded in breaking one boys arm (through a strike) and other boys knee-cap (cow-kick) He was deamed to wild to brake and the staff of the ranch refused to handle him anymore till he was guelded. reluctently the ranch manager accepted, and a vet was called for a 'profetional' gelding.
Jessie on the other hand had been left in a reasonably sized paddock near the ranch-house. Sick of his life and hateing humans, He jumped/fell/got tangled/but eventully through 5ft of barbed wire with nothing more than chest and front legs scratches. (he didn't clear 5ft, more fell on it and wobbled over)
The 3year old colt made a hasty get away not caring for his mother (didn't love her anyway) or the ranch which raised him.
Age: 5
Breed: Mustang x Quarter Horse
Height: 15"3
Colour: Smoky Black
Eye Colour: Amber
Gender: Stallion
Markings: Star & Snip-Star
Genes:
Extention: E/E
Aguoti: a/a
Cream: Cr/cr
History: Jessie was born on a ranch, hir dam was a highly thought of Buckskin Quarter Horse. A Barral Racing and Rodeo Champion for 2 years running before her legs finnily gave from under her, Leaving her crippled. The Owner wanted another horse as good as her, only with more strength. His cheepest salution was to leave her out in the mustang feilds and let nature do its work.
Of course Jessie never had met his father though that wouldn't have changed much, He was a rouge right from the word go. He was a yearling before he started to get handled, but the non-comformist colt refused whole-heartedly to become another dope-on-a-rope for people. striking and biting it would take 3 men with ropes and sticks to continue his halter training. Still he faught his ropes and captors everytime they tried till he was sweaty and exausted .
Another year passed before any atempts to brake the colt started, and he took to breaking and lunging about as well as halter training. Another year of training and Jessie had succeded in breaking one boys arm (through a strike) and other boys knee-cap (cow-kick) He was deamed to wild to brake and the staff of the ranch refused to handle him anymore till he was guelded. reluctently the ranch manager accepted, and a vet was called for a 'profetional' gelding.
Jessie on the other hand had been left in a reasonably sized paddock near the ranch-house. Sick of his life and hateing humans, He jumped/fell/got tangled/but eventully through 5ft of barbed wire with nothing more than chest and front legs scratches. (he didn't clear 5ft, more fell on it and wobbled over)
The 3year old colt made a hasty get away not caring for his mother (didn't love her anyway) or the ranch which raised him.
Bad things - Jace Everett When you came in the air went out And every shadow filled up with doubt I don't know who you think you are But before the night is through I wanna do bad things with you I'm the kind to sit up in his room Heart sick an' eyes filled up with blue I don't know what you've done to me But I know this much is true I wanna do bad things with you, okay When you came in the air went out And all those shadows there filled up with doubt I don't know who you think you are But before the night is through I wanna do bad things with you I wanna do real bad things with you I don't know what you've done to me But I know this much is true I wanna do bad things with you I wanna do real bad things with you |
