Gut Check

Hey Gang,
I am about to go out to the barn and I wanted to at least get something up. We are doing pretty good Out Here, four baby goats at the Critter Barn, horses are doing great, we could leave for a show now and I would be cool with it, dog agility classes started last night at Pine Manor, we have a little mud but other than that we are holding out own.

For some reason I got to thinking a about a story I wrote a year or so back, it gets me everytime and wanted to post it. So here it is.

Gut Check




It seems like this routine of feeding horses, turning out horses, tractor work etc can become a job and at times you are not aware of how much these horses mean to you. A couple months ago Terry brought in a travel colt that was only suppose to stay a couple of days.

The colt still had its winter hair and was full of mud. He had a habit of not wanting to be caught and popping his front end off the grown when you tried to catch him in his stall. With a lot of patience and work from the farm help and me we slowly started to see a change in him.

This morning I fed him like I always do, but this morning was going to be different he was getting picked up by a horse hauler and would be in Kentucky by night time. When the hauler arrived I could tell she was a little leery about him being just a yearling and didn't know how well he would load. I had completely forgotten about him blasting off the trailer when Terry brought him in just a few short months ago. For some reason I was totally confident that he would load fine. It was a special moment as I walked the colt down the long gravel driveway this morning. Talking about how much he had grown and feeling his energy as he checked out everything as we headed towards the trailer.

He did GREAT!!! He stopped checked things out at the ramp. I walked in the trailer, left the lead rope loose and after a few snorts of air and half step or two. He followed me in the trailer like He had done it a hundred times before. The rush I got inside my gut was awesome!!! The o'l boy had come a long way and I was very proud of him.

I may never see the horse again, but the bolt of energy he gave me this morning I will never forget. So a special thanks to a horse simply known as "Travel Colt".