tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666513011419975671.post7919434815922255282..comments2023-11-02T07:37:15.562-07:00Comments on I Hate Your Horse: You Want My Job?? Go For It!!!!Trainer Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430344352484574684noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666513011419975671.post-89484607957292832062008-12-05T15:53:00.000-08:002008-12-05T15:53:00.000-08:00"You're" the trainer.YOU ARE the trainer.YOUR trai..."You're" the trainer.<BR/><BR/>YOU ARE the trainer.<BR/><BR/>YOUR trainer<BR/><BR/>YOUR<BR/><BR/>Oy.Mister Teehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12909912184625439151noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666513011419975671.post-14419944081692583352008-11-30T17:46:00.000-08:002008-11-30T17:46:00.000-08:00I was lucky, I guess. I'm tall, and kinda intimida...I was lucky, I guess. I'm tall, and kinda intimidating looking:)<BR/>The owners I worked with knew, at least, they were paying for my expertise.<BR/>Got called "Sir" a lot in my early years, before I met my husband and grew mammaries.<BR/>at 45 years old!<BR/>One kid, a boss's mom, asked, within my earshot, "Is she a witch?"<BR/>This was before my rhinoplasty. A smaller nose really helped with the gender questions.<BR/>Thanks DAD, for the nose. Thanks, Mom, for the surgery. Trouble is I'd still rather have my Mom alive, than to grant that wish she'd wanted for me, when I was 18.<BR/>Inheritance is a strange thing!<BR/><BR/>Patience, TX. Age is often unfairly classified as experience. So is having a set of testicles.<BR/>(Did I say THAT!!)<BR/><BR/>All of your stories are hilarious!GoLightlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18283690734019490983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666513011419975671.post-16879632381770024552008-11-29T20:06:00.000-08:002008-11-29T20:06:00.000-08:00Kestrel - I LOVE those horses. My old Arab geldin...Kestrel - I LOVE those horses. My old Arab gelding was much the same - had zero tolerance period for braggers. You had to ask him, not tell him. I cannot count how many half decent riders he made eat dirt, and then turning around and happily plodding in circles for the 70 year old woman or 5 year old child!<BR/><BR/>Trainer X - I was in hysterical disbelief the entire time. I told my roomie about it this morning (one who actually owns the crazy mare) and she was practically on her hands and knees begging me to bring him out. As I said, I've been riding since the dawn of forever, and last ride on this mare I'm still recovering from big black ugly bruises on my knees and thighs from enduring her rodeo act! Part of me is smiling evilly, the other side is wincing at getting blood stains out of the car seat. Maybe I'll clarify he needs to find he own way to the hospital =P In the beginning I was outraged, by the end it was so obvious he was talking out his ass, I couldn't stop laughing. Apparently in Hicksville, that kind of talk lands you a girlfriend! *rolls eyes*<BR/><BR/>http://equineyoutuberants.blogspot.com/Nicole Falkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18038183381121459791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666513011419975671.post-22398684602016242912008-11-29T12:18:00.000-08:002008-11-29T12:18:00.000-08:00Hah! Funniest thing I ever saw was a beautiful QH...Hah! Funniest thing I ever saw was a beautiful QH mare, trained to the OMG,s, up for sale. Here comes Cowboy beerbelly, jumps up on the mare, sinks in the spurs. The mare stalked down the driveway and across the road into a plowed field, and proceeded to cut loose. She threw him so high she had time to make another couple of jumps before he landed! She bucked a circle around him, then literally handed him the reins with a devilish glint in her eye! The cowboy turned down the offer and led her back, muttered that she wasn't broke, and left. The mare went to a really nice amateur lady, and went on to a long career of showing and pleasure riding. She's the mare anybody but an arrogant jerk can ride!kestrelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03253025366100154732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666513011419975671.post-28304871964477104432008-11-29T10:08:00.000-08:002008-11-29T10:08:00.000-08:00DEFINITELY a guy thing! I dated a guy who like to...DEFINITELY a guy thing! I dated a guy who like to tell me all about his riding experience.<BR/><BR/>So, when brushed the horse like a big sissy, I didn't say anything. I didn't say anything when he did the breast collar with the cinch still hanging down. (Although it was painfully obvious by this point his stories were just that, stories.)<BR/><BR/>So anyhoo, I couldn't keep my mouth shut any longer- at some point safety has to be a factor. He was pissed, I thought it was funny, because he was such a big fat liar. And I laughed out loud when, according to his story, the horse "turned wild and started bucking". Um, no, that's called a trot, and you did a classic slip, slip, slip off... F*ing dumbass. <BR/><BR/>That pretty much ended that relationship! Well, not pretty much. It DID end the relationship.<BR/><BR/>And, I also dated a guy who actually DID know what he was doing, but felt the constant need to challenge me on MY knowledge. Uses for a half halt, how to engage the hind end, bits and bitting... Exhausting. He looked great in the saddle, the constant jaw flapping was too much.2toads2luvhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13735592319606699873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666513011419975671.post-56878367513095849102008-11-28T16:32:00.000-08:002008-11-28T16:32:00.000-08:00My fiance seems to think the best way for him to l...My fiance seems to think the best way for him to learn to ride is to be the first to get on the green and unbroken rescues that come in. I can't seem to beat that thought out of his head with a 2x4, but I'm sure as hell trying!wvfarmgirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13094014775730589341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666513011419975671.post-1468532724799344102008-11-28T14:46:00.000-08:002008-11-28T14:46:00.000-08:00ROFLMAO** OMG!!! Who in the F is this guy??? *tear...ROFLMAO** OMG!!! Who in the F is this guy??? *tears down chheeks* I'm sorry that was a terrific post!! Hahahahah thank you thank you!! I know it is a guy thing... and frankly they can kiss the whitest part of my behind!! Besides we females are more patient, understanding, logical and have a WAYYYYYY higher pain tolerance than our male counterparts!! LOLZ!!!! Again thank you Mikolaj, that was hysterical!!!! *chetlands? snork*Trainer Xhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13430344352484574684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666513011419975671.post-9509786243240144822008-11-28T14:15:00.000-08:002008-11-28T14:15:00.000-08:00I notice this seems to be a very male habit. It's...I notice this seems to be a very male habit. It's funny you posted this because just last night I got talking to a guy I met online who says he also loves horses. He then proceeds to tell me that he'd love to come out and show ME how to ride. Um, can you repeat that? I've been riding horses since before I could walk, and been training 'em for half that long. We have one heck of a foul tempered mare under saddle, she was taught by a previous owner that galloping and bucking are the only two gaits that exist. This mare is a hard ride and my best friend has been working on her for over 7 years to bring her into some reasonable degree of control. This dude proceeds to tell me no horse can ever shake him, and he'll have her behaving in 10 minutes! I must admit, the sadistic part of me is happily envisioning the trip to the emergency room he's going to have to take.<BR/><BR/>But hey, he's been training his uncles "mare geldings" (his exact words) since he was a boy, and had to deal with his "chetlan" pony trying to roll in the mud with him. Oh and he also trains working cow horses by "pulling on the left and the right rain". His uncle never taught leg pressure because he was "old school". And running a stable means turning out, feeding and shovelling shit for an entire summer.<BR/><BR/>Honestly, where on earth do these people COME from?<BR/><BR/>http://equineyoutuberants.blogspot.com/Nicole Falkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18038183381121459791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666513011419975671.post-79114365232388109342008-11-28T12:56:00.000-08:002008-11-28T12:56:00.000-08:00That remindes me of all the people who I used to b...That remindes me of all the people who I used to be around. I was just a measily stable hand who had to know nothing about horses, and just ordered to do whatever, snort. No I just decided I would rather remain alive and be choosey in the horses I rode. I liked being ALIVE and so I would want to remain that way. Some of the horses there for training, were really rank, and some of them were okay. And some people there were idiots and thought they could take advantage of me. Why? Because your stinkin rich? I'm not stupid, not in the least.horsesandponies4everhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02636819172468907122noreply@blogger.com