crash325
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I had a saying that I used on quite a few want to be cowboys. "I have fallen off of better horses than most of you have rode."
Actually I have never been thrown off, when I expected the horse to buck.
In about 1952 or 53 we had a 1/4 horse colt named "Nosy", Brought him to town (Tombstone population about 800 at that time.), in 1954.
As with most town horses he pretty much became a pet. He was my job to take care of & finish raising. I also had to break him. I use the term Break pretty loosely. It was more just training him & playing with him. When it came time to ride him he was already saddle broke. When I mounted him, he wheeled & bucked to the far end of the corral, turned & bucked back. That was the one & only time he ever bucked. We did have a couple of arguments, Like one time he did not want to cross a wooden bridge. Think I finally had to lead him across. But coming back he was fine & went right across the bridge.
Not sure what dad was thinking, but he decided to race Nosy He had him running with the bit pulled back hard, like a real race horse. Not long after that I went for a ride on Nosy. he had been running flat out beside a paved street. As I pulled back on the reins he just kept running. Finally he realized he was suppose to stop it was too late. We went through an intersection with all 4 feet sliding, and a car coming at us just feet away. Man did that car look BIG. That was the last time we ran in town.
He was never raced but did get a couple of ribbons at local horse shows.
he went to live at the Healy ranch & was killed by lighting.
Actually I have never been thrown off, when I expected the horse to buck.
In about 1952 or 53 we had a 1/4 horse colt named "Nosy", Brought him to town (Tombstone population about 800 at that time.), in 1954.
As with most town horses he pretty much became a pet. He was my job to take care of & finish raising. I also had to break him. I use the term Break pretty loosely. It was more just training him & playing with him. When it came time to ride him he was already saddle broke. When I mounted him, he wheeled & bucked to the far end of the corral, turned & bucked back. That was the one & only time he ever bucked. We did have a couple of arguments, Like one time he did not want to cross a wooden bridge. Think I finally had to lead him across. But coming back he was fine & went right across the bridge.
Not sure what dad was thinking, but he decided to race Nosy He had him running with the bit pulled back hard, like a real race horse. Not long after that I went for a ride on Nosy. he had been running flat out beside a paved street. As I pulled back on the reins he just kept running. Finally he realized he was suppose to stop it was too late. We went through an intersection with all 4 feet sliding, and a car coming at us just feet away. Man did that car look BIG. That was the last time we ran in town.
He was never raced but did get a couple of ribbons at local horse shows.
he went to live at the Healy ranch & was killed by lighting.