It isn't even August yet! This heat is a little ridiculous. We really, really need rain too!
My 11-year-old, broke to death ranch horse, for a yearling.
I'm excited & yet, really torn.
I had been trying to barrel race on Gus for 3 years & he still wasn't really getting it. My mom told me that as many times that I have taken him around the barrels & drilled the barrel racing basics into his brain (& body).. he should be able to do it riderless. He is the nicest, smartest, most gentle friend, that will do absolutely anything for you; but not the barrels.
I love his little nose :o)
Since we took Gus out of the bunch & put a new one in... all of the other horses, but especially the studs, are trying to reinforce their place in the pecking order. My sister wasn't able to ride either of her horses for over a week. They were beat up so bad! They were having a hard time getting around.
Reno has a hematoma right in front of his withers, that he got from one of our studs, that is draining like crazy. Which is good.
Beans has so many bite marks, it just looks bad. I almost feel bad, because I'm sure the saddle rubbing on all of his sores doesn't feel all that spectacular.
These pictures are of K & Ritz.
On our way home from Buffalo, we had a blowout on the trailer.. on the interstate..
Oh boy, my favorite.
Us 3 girls got that baby changed & were on the road lickity split!
Later that week while turning all of the bulls out here & there with cows & heifers, we discovered the dually had a flat...
Have y'all had to buy any tires lately??
They ain't cheap!
As you can imagine, my parents weren't the happiest campers.
We can still text! But calling is another story.
If I'm talking on the phone with someone, they can hear me, but I can't hear a stinkin' thing.
Last night my parents were out to dinner, so K & were engrossed in the TV eating grilled cheese.
- Rattle snake in barn.
- But I'm not hurt.
- Bring shovel.
K is sitting on the edge of the feed bunk, out of breath, looking like she saw.. well, a rattlesnake.
The blasted thing was laying on top of some hay that was on the floor, right inside the door, of the "hay room".
To cut to the chase, it took me a whole 45 minutes to convince myself that I could kill it.
Excuse the crappy camera phone photo. . .
Sure I have killed snakes before.
But this would be the first rattlesnake that I haven't just parked the pickup on.
I thought I was going to cry, puke, & pee my pants all at the same time.
I'm so glad that I finally killed it though! I would have felt awful if it got away & was still lurking in the barn.
I think anyone who likes snakes is indeed strange.
Have a great rest of the week!
Thanks for listening.
I knew you would understand.