That seems to be another of those priceless, good egg type horses.
How do you keep finding those?
They are extremely hard to find for sale.
I absolutely know! Cash’s owner said she looked for TWO YEARS before she found the right horse.
I think there are a couple things you can do to stack the odds in your favor, though. I am always “looking,” you know? Skimming DreamHorse, Craigslist, etc. Mentally evaluating the horses, the prices, the market in general. It’s just fun on the first level, but it’s valuable on a real level. Helps you know what your price range is, or needs to be, for the kind of horse you that interests you.
I decided to look for a Quarterhorse because of temperament, size and price range. I wanted to stay away from anything Western because I think those folks are hard on a horse and I don’t ride Western. I wanted something with some years on him (and yes I wanted a “him”) because I wanted proof of personality. I also insisted on “registered” because I wanted proof of age. I expanded my search to include Appendix and APHA; I wanted to stay in the 15h range if possible because it’s closer to the ground (ha!).
The big thing is, though, that when I found it – I just knew. I dropped everything, cut my vacation short, drove halfway across the country so I could get him and catch a flight on the first day the trainer was available to show him to me. I transferred the money from savings to checking so I could write a check. I knew I would either pay full price or pass – no negotiating. (I figured if he wasn’t worth full price to me, I didn’t want him). I checked out shippers and got a quote before I left to go see him.
When I was sure he was for me, I told the lady – “You better call and cancel any other appointments you have to show this horse because he’s sold.” (She had to cancel a lady who was coming that same afternoon to look at him, and I stood right there while she made the call.)
I wrote out a check, got a bill of sale and it was a done deal. I did not hem-haw around, quibble over price, etc. I knew who he was the moment my seat hit the saddle.
If I’d hesitated even one day, as it turns out, even a few hours – I’d probably have lost him to the next lady who came to take a look.