[QUOTE=The Crone of Cottonmouth County;7641485]
I recently had to put down my favorite little Arabian, and although it is a sad business I need to fill the vacancy so my herd functions properly. So I says to my sister I says, let’s go Arabian shopping! And she says back, “are you CRAZY, you’re 55 years old and a lousy rider and with your crappy bone density you’re just about one little snort-and-blow away from a broken hip.”
And she sent me this link as a joke. [If you don’t feel like clicking, it’s quite a handsome buckskin Missouri Foxtrotter who is dead broke and trick trained and has done time at Clinton Anderson’s. The video is pretty swanky and the NH dude riding the horse isn’t even a douche. They want every bit of $28,500 for this unshown 9-year-old gelding.] I laughed and laughed.
But it got me to thinkin’. At this point in my life I’m mostly just trail riding around the farm anyway. I have no real reason to buy another hot, exciting horse just because that’s what’s always been in that stall. Maybe my sister’s right. Maybe I do need a smooth, sure-footed, Western-y gaited packer (perhaps a slightly less expensive one than the buckskin) to tote my ass in comparative safety up to the mailbox and back.
But I know jack about gaited horses generally and even less than jack about the various breeds individually. As Bluey mentioned in another thread, they usually kind of look slightly crippled to me, but I could totally get over that if it meant my skeleton wouldn’t be rattling. Anyone got any suggestions? Can a crone transition to gaited at this late date? Where do I even start looking for one? Or should I just forget about it and take one of the free horses everyone and their dog is suddenly trying to give me?[/QUOTE]
Put it this way . . .
I’m a former foxhunter, mad-dog Eventer and French-school dressage rider who formerly had Riding Gaited on the same list as galloping racehorses and winning the Tevis Cup–as in “things We Shall Never Get To Do.”
Friend dumped off a skinny old beast at my house for rehab; rehab went well, skinny old beast turned out to be a useful conveyance for trail-checking . . . and then one day, HOLY COW the trees are going by 9 mph and we’re still WALKING!! Wrote the check and the dear old boy lived out his life with me–and got me hooked.
And I have been in love with these beautiful, biddable, often quite flashy, useful and comfortable guys ever since! The first one is gone now, but I’ve got a young one I ride nearly every day and his “baby sister” being raised for me down South.
We were gaiting around a big open field yesterday, with the wild turkeys popping in and out of the mown-hay edge, and I started to giggle “Who EVER knew “Walking” was so much FUN?” If my eventing and dressage world peeps could see this now!
I’d go sit on a few and see how you like it! :yes: