11 hours ago
Heading out for another training session with Cowgirl. Here's a little video of her being ridden the other day -www.youtube.com/watch?v=6eYb8VoY_hAThis filly's information is on sale page 2 of our website (www.northstarlivestock.com).STORY TIME - Easy WayWhen Brenda and I were first starting out shortly after we were married we bought ten acres north of Brampton, Ontario, built a building on it and opened up a tack shop. It was small and we were just open Saturdays and evenings because we both had regular jobs throughout the week. Brenda was the head teller at the Royal Bank in Brampton and I worked for the Peel Seed Growers Coop that was also in Brampton. One very windy Saturday morning we were working away in our tack shop when a young fella from the farm alongside of us came in to tell us that we had a mare on the wrong side of the fence. He had been working their field and our two mares had being laying down sleeping but with the wind blowing they didn’t hear his tractor until he turned the corner near them and the wind changed directions at the same time. It would have sounded to them as if the tractor was right on top of them and they both jumped up and sprang backwards. They hit the fence hard - the one hit it so hard that she flipped right over top of the page wire and into the neighbors field on the other side of us. To get the mare home again looked like a time consuming job because I would have had to take her through several fields and gates to get her out through to the front of the farm next door and from there lead her across to our own place. I thought the ‘easy’ way to get her home would be to take a hammer and fencing pliers with me, let the fence down, lead her across, and steeple the wire back up. The young fella gave me a lift back on the tractor and helped me lower the fence and he stood on the wire to hold it down. I went to lead the mare over and she went across about half way and then stopped. I thought maybe her front foot was caught so I reached down to pick it up and when I did one of us must have jiggled the page wire. She reared up and took the wire up with her and was shaking her front feet frantically to get free of the wire on her legs. I couldn’t get away from her fast enough and she hit me on the head three times with a front foot. I walked away a couple of steps and then dropped like a stone. The kid thought that was the end of me and jumped on the tractor and raced up to tell Brenda that I was dead. After a little time I came back around, still among the living, and got up on my feet. Brenda was about half way back the field with the kid on the tractor and saw me up so she knew I wasn’t dead anyway. When they got to where I was we got the mare across the fence and home again, steepled the fence back up and went back up to the shop. There were customers in the shop by then and I was still pretty oozy so I laid down on a piece of plywood that was behind the building for a few minutes to get myself onto an even keel. I wasn’t very pretty. My one ear was half off and hanging down, and I had a long cut above my other ear and a good sized cut on the top of my head and I was covered with blood. I laid there for a few minutes more until the customers had bought what they wanted and left. I felt fine again shortly and we went back to our apartment so I could get cleaned up a little. Brenda and I started talking about something else and I kind of forgot how I would have looked. We met a friend of ours in the hallway and I said, “Hi, Barb.” She gasped and jumped and had a horrified look on her face when she saw me. I guess I was quite a sight to behold with my face covered in blood and my ear hanging there. I think she figured I had run across the ax murderer and that he had done his level best to do me in. Anyway, I got cleaned up a bit and went to the doctor. He stitched up the cuts and as he was sewing my ear back on he said, “Do you know something? If that horse had have had shoes on we wouldn’t be bothered sewing your ear on and stitching you up and you wouldn’t have cared one way or the other either because you wouldn’t know the difference.” Well, he did sew it on, and he did stitch me up, and did a good job too, and it wasn’t long before I was back to being the handsome devil that I am today. ... See MoreSee Less
1 day ago
Watch her video!www.youtube.com/watch?v=6eYb8VoY_hAThis is a short clip of Cowgirl. She's about as nice of a filly as there is. This little clip was filmed during her second week of training. She's going to make someone an extremely nice horse. She's not wearing a bridle during this clip. Some of you folks have been asking us for something good and something quiet - pay attention here - this is opportunity time.Her information is on sale page 2 of our website (www.northstarlivestock.com). ... See MoreSee Less
2 days ago
This blue roan filly is fancy fancy. Her info will be on our website (www.northstarlivestock.com) later today.STORY TIME -Little Abner BootsWe referred to my Cousin Bill’s new boots as his ‘Little Abner Boots.’ They were quite a heavy made work boot with a round toe and they did remind a person of the boots ‘Lil Abner’ in the comics wore. I always associate those boots with a trip that three or four of us took to look at horses back when we were teenagers. We went to a horse dealer’s farm to see what he had. His stock was usually a pretty mixed bag and you would never know what he would have around his place. The man sent his son out to the field on a large pony to round up and bring in the group of horses. While the son was doing this we looked at a few in the barn and they didn’t look like too much so we went back out into the barn yard. The barn was a large L-shaped building and as we were about half-way across the yard the kid drove a large mixed group of horses around the corner of the L of the barn straight at us at a dead run. We were caught in the middle with no place to go with this group coming right at us, and the chances of us getting run over were looking pretty likely. We hollered and waved our arms and the herd of horses started to split and go on each side of us. However, there was one dirty little outlaw pony who came running straight at us. He had his ears back, his teeth bared, and his neck just snaking, and he sure did want to hurt someone in the worst way. If there was ever a bad one, this had to be him. When a large group of horses is running at you there isn’t a whole lot of time to react – Bill did though. He hauled off with one of his big heavy boots and kicked that pony right in the head just as it was about to get one of us. It flipped that little S.O.B. of a pony right over backwards. For a minute I thought he had kicked the head right off of that rotten little bugger (and no one would have felt too bad if he had). After a minute, the dazed animal got shakily back up onto his feet and I’ll tell you, he was certainly humbled. Between the herd of horses almost running right over the top of us, and the close call with the bad pony, we were very lucky that no one was hurt. As the dust settled we started looking over this group of horses but I believe all of us were mostly thinking about how relieved and happy we were that Bill was wearing his ‘Little Abner Boots’ and had thought quick enough to use them. There weren’t too many derogatory remarks made about his Little Abner Boots after that. ... See MoreSee Less
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