Echo
Echoes of Jet (Echo), Hannah’s new horse and the newest member of our family. (my horse) Bullet’s in love.
We’re already planning to breed her to one of these 2 studs next season:
Romeo Blue
or
WR Shining Solano
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Found!
Finally - after a year and a half of browsing literally 1000’s of online ads, miles and miles of driving and burning money on fuel - we found a horse for Hannah yesterday!!!!!!!!!
Her name is Echoes (short for Echoes of Jet). She’s a 10 yr old AQHA (registered Easy Jet bloodlines) mare. And only 36 miles away in Wichita Falls. We tried her out on Sunday (even Hannah rode her). Bringing her home on Wednesday.
Her background - At 4 yrs old she was rescued from a neglectful owner and placed with Whispering Hope Farm as a lesson horse. Whispering Hope is a riding program for children with severe mental and physical disabilities. Which means she had to have a “bombproof” nature to be trusted for the kids to ride.
From there she went to the people who have her now. They bought her for their 7 yr old daughter to show in Western Pleasure, Showmanship, and Reining. She’s absolutely gorgeous! Most importantly - Hannah LOVED her.
kind of an odd coincidence - her color and markings are identical to my very first horse.
She just couldn’t be any more perfect.
Here’s a pic -
I’m so excited (and relieved).
Didn’t act on it, but-
thanks to a situation a couple hours ago, I know my temper runs as hot now and takes as long to cool as it always has.
wow. and yikes. : s
addendum: I guess the upside is knowing I have more self & temper control now, than ever in the past.
Surroundings were the biggest keeper of control, as bitch slapping someone in the middle of Hannah’s grade school carnival is an absolute no -under any circumstances - period.
Cowboy Friends
10 yrs ago, when I lived in Wichita Falls (pop. 150,000), 90% of my friends were ropers or ranch cowboys.
We’re trying that horse at 11 tomorrow morning. He’s been saddled 18 times, ridden 15 times - but that was before last Thanksgiving.
There was a time when I didn’t think twice about climbing on a green/un-broke horse. My grandpa used to tell his horse trader buddies, “if you can get a saddle on it, she can ride it.” I did eat my share of dirt, but for the most part, he was right.
I’m as good a rider now as I was then, BUT - I’m a lot older now and have responsibilities that won’t afford cracked ribs or broken bones. For that reason, I’m not as eager these days to climb in the middle of a possible bronc.
Been racking my brain for the last couple days, trying to think of someone who could go with us and try the horse out. Here I am, now living in the middle of horse and ranch country, and I don’t know a single horseman. Go figure….
…if you think about it, around 11:30 tomorrow morning, cross your fingers and say a little prayer - that’s probably about the time my butt will hit the saddle. and hopefully it’ll stay there. : s
