I was trail riding with a student along a golf course in Aurora, CO. This gent steps off the green and asks me, point-blank, if I’m a trainer, says he’s got a nice mare at the track who won’t run and would I be interested?
I ask what he wants for her. $300, he says. There must be something wrong, I think, so I ask why he doesn’t sell her by the pound – he could double his money. He tells me she’s a real nice mare who needs a chance. Bucked shins, but nothing else wrong with her. Three years old.
My student, her husband and I go to Arapahoe to have a look. Love at first sight! As I was standing with my back to her stall, wondering how I could make this work (I had little money and no job at the time…), “Dot” draped her head over my shoulder and looked at me with her big brown eye.
Dad and I drove to my cousin’s ranch the very next day to borrow his trailer to pick Dot up. When she stepped off the trailer at the ranch (where she rested for a few months), my cousin asked me if there were any more of these $300 horses around.
She was a dandy. Loved to jump, worked cattle, and you could open and close gates from her back.