4 hours ago
Doing a little training in the good weather. STORY TIME -Barrel RacerUsually I write the ads for our sale horses but the following ad was more of a group effort, we all had a hand in it. As we put it together we chuckled and laughed as we had some outrageous input (we’re not too sharp around here so we’re easily amused). Anyways here’s the ad that we ended up with –‘If yer a little old lady that wants to mosey along on a Sunday ride, and admire the flowers and listen to the birds, and never go any faster than a saunter, and maybe do a little knitting as you amble along humming a little ditty, we’re here to tell ya this aint the horse for you. Fact is we don’t think he would be your second choice or your third either. It wouldn’t be couth to see you screaming past trying to hold onto yer teeth as ya traveled off into the sunset at the speed of light (possibly screaming – HOLY S_ _ _!!!). However if you would like to have a hoss that moves so fast he could outrun a bank robber in a stolen Corvette heading for the border of Old Mexico then this is the hoss for you. Steel can outrun anything going - even his shadow gives up a quarter mile into a half mile run. Steel is a 5 year old gray gelding and is one outstanding chunk of horseflesh. He’s big, beautiful, and powerful. Not only is he athletic but he knows his stuff – he spins, sidepasses, two-tracks and is super light (both to rein and leg pressure). He stands between 15.2 and 15.3 hands and has a hind-end that looks like it’s 6 feet across. If you want to go to a barrel racing as a participant Steel isn’t for you, if you want to go and win then this guy would suit you right to a T. We’ll tell ya another thing here – this guy is a real eye catcher and you sure won’t get lost in the crowd when you ride him. This is a horse that could take you right to the top.’Steel, the horse in the ad was sold to some folks in the US and he went on to compete in some of the top barrel racing events in the country and really set the world on fire with his very fast times. His new owners were ecstatic and emailed us to let us know what all he was doing. We got quite a few inquiries on Steel but he was a lot of horse and was more powerful than most people wanted. One email that came in that stopped us up a little short though was from a lady who sent her email, swore at us, and called us some names that you wouldn’t hear at Sunday service. She then went on to tell us what a ‘winner’ she was and that she wasn’t afraid of a fast horse, any horse. She said that she was going to buy the horse from us but now she wouldn’t because of our ad. We got the ad out and re-read it to see what could have offended her but we couldn’t see too much amiss. The only thing we could come up with was that she must be a little old lady that rode high powered horses while knitting. If this was the case I’d have to say that I’m very sorry that we offended you – my deepest apologies. I might mention too that after reading my nice apology if you felt any more kindly towards me would you ever consider knitting me a pair of socks? ... See MoreSee Less
2 days ago
Oh what a tangled web we weave - out of the hay when it's pulled out and on the ground. STORY TIME - The Thirty Mile StretchSometimes in the spring of the year the St. John River floods for about 30 miles below Fredericton, New Brunswick. I’ve had a few interesting experiences along that stretch of road. Sometimes when the land on both sides of the highway is flooded the moose will come up on that road - a lot of them. I’ve seen times when there were 25 or 30 moose there doing their best to get onto dry ground. I had the radio on in the truck one day tuned in to the Fredericton station when I was returning to PEI with a load of machinery from Ontario. Just as I was coming up to this particular stretch of highway a radio broadcaster was telling people that these moose were on the road and stressing to his listeners not to fool with them. I kinda laughed and thought that you wouldn’t have to tell me twice not to fool with a moose. I thought anyone pulling a stunt like that would have to have rocks in their head. Anyway, there were lots of moose there and I was prepared to slow down or speed up – whatever the situation demanded. As I passed by many of them stood there nonchalantly chewing their cud and they didn’t seem to pay that much attention to me or get very excited as I eased the truck and trailer past them, sometimes within a few feet of them. There were mature bulls, cows, and young animals as well and it was sure interesting to see these big fellas up that close. They were big, powerful looking animals. My scariest experience along there though wasn’t with the moose but with the river itself. I had started along that road with a load of machinery one afternoon, I had racks on my truck and six eight ton wagons in the box and I was pulling two twenty foot zero grazers (feeder wagons) on eight ton wagons behind. It was one long load; I was a couple feet over the legal limit for even a tractor trailer and my truck wasn’t near that big. I could see that there was a little water on the road a mile or two past the Fredericton bridge but I didn’t think much of it. There were no road blocks up and I couldn’t have gotten turned around anyway with my big long load so I kept on trucking. Trouble was the water kept getting deeper. There was nothing I could do but to keep going and the water just kept getting deeper and deeper until it was about three quarters of the way up on the motor of the truck. I could have reached my hand out of the truck window and swished my hand in the water. The river itself was up on the road and there was a very strong current sweeping sideways and I kept looking in the mirrors fully expecting the zero grazers to be swept away at any minute and if they did go they would have taken the truck and me with them. They were hooked onto the truck with both draw pins and chains and I would have had no chance whatsoever of unhooking them to free them from the truck. I was just about sweating blood and praying that the water didn’t get any deeper or that the truck didn’t quit. I went along like this for several miles more or less swimming my outfit. Finally the water started to recede a little and the depth of the water gradually went down and I was sure relieved to get through the flooded area. I think that the weight of the wagons in the back of the truck helped to stabilize me and keep me from being washed away. There were sure no moose on the road that day. The water on the motor had cracked both manifolds on the truck and it sounded like one of the loud tractors at a tractor pull but I was just happy to be out on dry ground with my load intact. A nicer experience was when I was coming home through that area early one Sunday summer morning. I was going back to the Island and had a load of machinery on my flatbed trailer. I had driven all the day before and all through that night as well and I was dead tired. I had been in the truck steady and I felt that I just had to get out of that cab. There was a pretty church along the way and I pulled over into the church yard and got out to walk around, relax, and hopefully brighten up a little for the rest of my trip home. It was shortly after daybreak and there was no traffic on the road. It was a warm, bright, still morning with no breeze. The sun was shining through the trees and I could hear the water in the river lapping softly against the bank and the birds seemed to be just waking up and starting to chirp to get ready to start a new day. I went back and sat on my trailer and looked around and absorbed the calmness and beauty of the morning. It seemed to give me a lift and a new lease on life and I couldn’t help but feel that all was right and good. As I looked at the picturesque old church with its high steeple overlooking the river I couldn’t help but feel that God was in his heaven and that he had made that special morning for me alone as I was the only one around to see and enjoy it. ... See MoreSee Less
3 days ago
Another picture of our beautiful blue roan filly by our senior herd sire Hank (PNA Travelin Hancock). We really think she's something. STORY TIME -Wiley ThievesOne evening when we lived in PEI we had been unloading hay at the barn until fairly late so we left our loader tractor and our empty wagon in front of the barn. The next morning the bucket off of the loader was sitting there but the tractor was gone. I didn’t think too much of it because our oldest son used the tractor a lot and I assumed he had taken it for something but I didn’t know why he would have taken the bucket off and left it where it was. He and I were talking a little later and he asked me where the loader tractor was. That was when we first started to clue in that it had been stolen. We had bought the tractor new and it was less than a year old at the time and I sure didn’t want to lose it. We reported it missing to the Mounties and our insurance company. Those were the days that if you were going to get off of the Island it had to be on a boat so I suggested keeping an eye on the ferries but no one was paying much attention. It seemed that the only ones very excited about our missing tractor was us. As the day went on we pieced together what had happened. There were two thieves that had broken into a garage in Charlottetown and had stolen tools and a car. They then broke into a local garage at Fredericton and stole more tools there. As they came farther west their newly acquired car ran out of fuel so they ended up having to leave what they had stolen and just try to get away themselves. They went to a neighbor’s farm and when they couldn’t find keys in any of the cars they broke into the house to try to find the keys in there. The neighbor’s woke up and slipped down the stairs and caught them in the act. They threatened the lady of the house at one point because she tried to block the door. They managed to get out of the house and ran over to another neighbor’s place and tried to steal his car. The funny part of that one was that this neighbor had opened the trunk of his car earlier in the day to take out a couple bags of feed and had left the keys in the trunk but the thieves didn’t think to look there. They came on down the road a little farther to our place, saw our tractor sitting there, and thought if they couldn’t get a car they’d take the tractor. They figured that we would hear them if they started it up where it was and the loader was down so they took the bucket off (it couldn’t be lifted without the tractor running), rolled the tractor farther away from the house then started it up and away they went.The people who had the thieves break into their house had since called for help and the Mounties had arrived at their place. Our tractor came down the hill with these two birds on it with the lights flashing, turned the corner and down the road they went. The neighbors told the police that that was our tractor and we wouldn’t be out driving it around the country at 2:30 in the morning. The police didn’t pay any attention to them and away went the crooks with our tractor. When we went to move the bucket out of the way so that we could unload more hay low and behold here was one of the thieves’ wallets. It was a high step onto the tractor and when he went to step up out popped his wallet. It was like leaving his calling card; it had all of his identification it in and his inmate’s card so he was no stranger to prison. The Mounties came out and got the wallet and told us that it was a father and son pair. There’s nothing like keeping the business in the family I always say. The two of them had gone out west to get away. The Mounties said that they didn’t have the money to chase them all of the way out there and bring them back. Instead they said they would just wait a couple weeks and this clever duo would come back on there own and they would arrest them then. And that’s exactly what happened. We were annoyed to be short a tractor at hay time but about two weeks later our tractor was found in an out of the way bush five or six miles from home. We went and got it and it wasn’t hurt too badly. These turkeys had jumped off of it while it was running and let it roll into the trees so no one had seen it. We went back to haying and the thieves went back to jail. I don’t know if you could say that everyone lived happily ever after in a situation like that or not. In the movies or on TV you always see the mastermind criminal stealing a swanky sports car and speeding away never to be caught. However I’ve yet to see one where the crook races off on a getaway tractor (especially when top speed is 20 miles per hour). ... See MoreSee Less
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