I did not “find” my horses. My horses found me.
One horse was in Aiken. He was an advanced eventer. Owner did not want to ship him north and was selling at the end of the season. About 40 years ago, she wanted $15k for 13 yr old horse. I offered $3,500 and she sold him.
Another horse was in a breeder’s field. She died and there was a herd dispersal. A friend told me and I sent a check, sight unseen, and I got a German-bred (eg., pink papers) 2 yr old Hanoverian.
Another horse was a Lusitano stallion. He was too small/too short when they brought him out to show me. I got a sideways look from him that said, “Are you worthy”…and I was smitten. Then he because my teacher…after I tried to send him back to the seller because he was bucking me off. Best horse I ever had, bar none! Taught me the PhD level of horsemanship.
Next horse was another Lusitano I found in a field in New York… because my husband wanted to go to races at Watkins Glen and I always look for horse stuff nearby.
Next horse was bought sight unseen as a yearling, shipped cross country from Oregon. I had ridden his brother and thought very highly of this animal. Contacted the breeder. She sent me 2 minute videos of 2 yearlings. I picked one, and the rest is history.
So…the horses seem to find me.