Story time, what is one of the fondest memories with a western horse?

About 40+ years ago, we had some good years and more grass than cattle.
South of here they were in a drought and had cattle for sale.
We heard of a set of pairs that may fit with ours.
There were 120 and we were buying 75, buyer’s choice.

We got there at daylight the morning of delivery, helped bring them into a trap and held them on the fence, while one of us went in there and eased chosen pairs out.

That was one of the neatest cow working times I remember, while holding the herd.
The rider would ease in the herd, pair up the desired cow and calf and the horse, knowing which ones, would ease them out of the herd practically on it’s own, without anyone every getting out of a walk or stirring the herd.
A time or two I was not sure the calf belonged to that cow, but eventually it was obvious it did, the cutter and horse knew.
One after another, the 75 pairs were cut and, once all cut, driven to the pens, the rest left in the trap.

Once in the pens, we left them there to mother up and went to have dinner at the local cafe, to give them time to pair up well.
Coming back after eating all was still, every cow had her calf, so we separated them in the working pens and shipped them home, cows in some trucks, calves in other trucks.
Once home they again mothered up nicely in our working pens.

Watching that horse ease those pairs together and out was like watching a magic dance, the cow and calf knew they were the ones being moved, the horse kept them going and the calf with it’s mother and pushed them out of the herd on to the cuts someone else was holding.

I have since seen many such, but that one was about the prettiest, smoothest cow working of all.
I wish I had a video of that time.

Do you have one such story, maybe at a 4H show you had a wonderful experience with your horse, or a trail ride, or some kind of western competition, or just at home had some fun or … ?

My Paint gelding was a big goofball…16.2hh of good humor and a definite “don’t worry, be happy” attitude. We were up on the top of a mountain, on a trail ride, about 2 hours into the ride when a storm blew in, complete with microburst winds, hail and sleet that came in horizontally, with lightning and thunder thrown in just to be extra terrifying. My friends and I turned for the trailhead, and asked for a gallop so we could get off the mountain a.s.a.p.

Everything about my horse changed. It was as if he said “don’t worry, I’ve got this”. He was calm while I was scared, surefooted where before he’d not bothered to be all that careful, and we jumped logs and creeks with ease as we raced back to the trailers.

It was awe inspiring to me. I’d had him for ten years, had done a million things with him both in and out of the show ring, but I’d never felt him take charge as if to let me know it was time for him to take care of me for a change.

I miss him every day. I have other horses now, but have never felt that feeling of partnership and communication with any other horse.

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My Paint gelding was a big goofball…16.2hh of good humor and a definite “don’t worry, be happy” attitude. We were up on the top of a mountain, on a trail ride, about 2 hours into the ride when a storm blew in, complete with microburst winds, hail and sleet that came in horizontally, with lightning and thunder thrown in just to be extra terrifying. My friends and I turned for the trailhead, and asked for a gallop so we could get off the mountain a.s.a.p.

Everything about my horse changed. It was as if he said “don’t worry, I’ve got this”. He was calm while I was scared, surefooted where before he’d not bothered to be all that careful, and we jumped logs and creeks with ease as we raced back to the trailers.

It was awe inspiring to me. I’d had him for ten years, had done a million things with him both in and out of the show ring, but I’d never felt him take charge as if to let me know it was time for him to take care of me for a change.

I miss him every day. I have other horses now, but have never felt that feeling of partnership and communication with any other horse.[/QUOTE]

Those times with a horse, when we realize there is more to them, than we may have been taking them for granted, those are eye opening.

Wonderful that he was that kind of horse for you and that you appreciated it like you did.

My husband and I were both new riders keeping our 2 QHs at a friend’s 200-acre ranch (small by Texas standards). One day a few rank young steers got out of the fences and, for various reasons, there was only one horse healthy and available: my husband’s 21 yo former roping horse, his first horse, that he’d only had about 6 months. While he and I had helped bring cooperative cattle in from the pastures neither of us had ever gone out after escapees in the brush, gullies and stony terrain.

DH gamely saddled up and headed out with “Showdown” to see what they could do. The rest of us were dropped off by fences so we could keep an eye out and let everyone know if we caught sight of the escapees.

Imagine my surprise when I heard activity in the next pasture - separated by trees and scrub - and walked over to see my husband and Showy walking on in with all 4 steers rounded up and behaving. To this day he swears he didn’t have to do anything, just stay on top and let Showy get the job done.

The ranch owners were more than a little surprised and I’ve been a fan and defender of “usin’ horse” QHs ever since. Showy died at 32 and we both miss her all the time.

One of my fondest memories of a trail ride at a local tree farm some years ago. It was just me, Woodrow who is my then much younger qh cross, and my lab Carrie, (RIP) on a misty fall day enjoying some fresh air and companionship. I distinctly remember stopping for snacks and I had fig newtons for us. So we stood under the trees and had a nice break. It is just one of those happy memories and there was nothing special about it but it was to us 3. Woodrow is 27 now and we’re still storing up those happy times.

One of my favorite memories is riding my mare at about 11pm in pitch blackness through the desert. She didn’t trailer well when I got her and so I rode her to the local team penning. I thought there would be a half moon, but I was wrong. It was so dark in places, I got dizzy due to lack of points of reference. She never took a bad step nor spooked. She walked purposely home for almost an hour.

The last time I got to ride my former horse Charlie. It was just a simple ride around a round pen, but I hold onto that ride like I just won worlds. The sun was setting, and it was no fight to get him into his flying pace (he is a Icelandic horse).