Horse Riders' Information
Nancy Nellis, Phone (406) 685-3541 PO Box 526, Pony, MT 59747
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Horse Stories and Horse Photos...
I sure do. I had bugged my Dad for a horse since I was 6 years old. The carnival would come to our small Midwestern town, and I would hound him to buy me a pony from the carnival. And, he told me to go ask the pony ride owner if he would sell one of his ponies. Dad knew I didn't have the nerve to ask, so he was safe (for the time being). A friend up the road had a paint gelding and I would spend a lot of time up there asking the man if I could ride the horse. He would let me once in a while. Then, one day, Gypsy, got out of his pasture and took a stroll through a newly grass sodded subdivision. We got a phone call to come get Gypsy if I wanted him, or he was going to shoot him. I high-tailed it up there and brought home my first horse. Boy, did we ever have fun. I couldn't ride him enough. I owned that horse for 12 years, and then he died of old age, and we buried him on a hill of our farm. He was the best horse I ever had!!
I now have a quarter horse, a quarter pony, and a three-quarter pony, and I don't ride near as much as I used to, but I sure love having them around the place.
Here are some stories and pictures of mine and other people's horses. I hope you enjoy this as much as I do.
If you have a story and/or pictures of your horse, that you would like to put
onto this Horse Stories page, please send me the horse story and/or picture,
and I will make sure they get put on this page.
Do You Remember Your First Horse?
Charlie the Saddlebred in show form...
Rio sticking his tounge out!
The tarp blew into his pasture, and he was just beside himself. He would get within about 10 feet of it, and then snort, and run. So, I decided now was the time to play with him on the tarp. So, I haltered him and led him around the tarp, used the approach and retreat method with me holding the tarp and I would let him sniff it and then take it away, and then I put it on the ground, all spread out. After about 5 minutes of that, he was ready to take a step onto the tarp, and he did, quite gingerly at first, then jumping over it, and finally he walked across the tarp. So, we played this game for about 10 more minutes, and when I had my back turned to him, he decided he had conquered the tarp and he peed on it. I guess that was his way of letting me and the tarp know that he was the boss! It was quite amusing to me.
Always There Are the Horses
I ride because I rode as a child when life was simpler and somehow more complete. Only the whiff of a clean horse is needed to remind of days gone by. For always there have been the horses.
I ride because of all the great horse souls who have shared their lives with me and taught me more than I can say. Their names and faces flash before me as old friends. I ride because of all the horses I shall never ride. Those I have watched and marveled at from afar for all their grace and beauty. This the stuff of a child's dream, the kind that doesn't die with time.Always there are the horses.
I ride because the seasons call to me. Each unique in its appeal and all quite frequently best viewed from the back of a favorite horse. I ride because of all things, horses are my passion. They inspire and encourage, energize, and challenge in ways I cannot explain to the un-initiated. I ride because of the rush of stretching one's self just a bit farther today than before both mind and body. Always there are the horses.
I ride because of those briefest of spans when the partnership comes to full promise. When the path twists and barriers fall, each footfall is measured and balanced between the two as a dance. There are no others ....only this moment and this single step to ride.
The memories of those times stand vivid in my mind to be recalled with all the freshness of the day at will and in times less grand.
But if I must choose, I ride because I have dreams yet to live. I ride because I have dreams yet to have and what exactly they will be tomorrow I cannot say ... but always there will be the horses.
~Author - M. Adelia Ramey~
When I Am An Old Horsewoman
I shall wear turquoise and diamonds,
And a straw hat that doesn't suite me.
And I shall spend my social security on white wine and
And sit in the alleyway of my barn
And listen to my horses breathe
I will sneak out in the middle of a summer night
And ride the old bay mare,
Across the moonstruck meadow
If my old bones will allow.
And when people come to call, I will smile and nod
As I walk past the gardens to the barn and show instead the
Inside stalls fresh-lined with straw.
I will shovel and sweat and wear hay in my hair as if it
were a jewel.
And I will be an embarrassment to all,
Who will not yet have found the peace in being free to have
a horse as a bestfriend,
A friend who waits at midnight hour
With muzzle and nicker and patient eyes
For the kind of woman I will be
When I am old.
Why do I like horses? I reckon I must be mad,
My mother wasn't horsey. And neither was my dad.
But the madness hit me early. And it hit me like a curse,
And I've never gotten better. In fact, I've gotten worse.
My stables are immaculate. My house is like a hovel,
Last year for my birthday I got a brand new shovel.
I hardly read a paper, But I know who's sold their horse,
And I wouldn't watch the news unless Mr. Ed was on, of course.
One eye's on the heavens, But my washing waves in vain,
As I rush to get the horses in, In case it's gonna rain. And though they're wearing 15 rugs, the best that you can get,
I bring them in to keep them dry While I get soaking wet. I spend up every cent I've got on horsey stuff for sure
I buy fancy rugs and fancy rugs, And then I by some more. I should have had that hair cut, Or bought that nice blue shirt,
At least it wouldn't be now Ripped to shreds and lying in the dirt.
I can't make a dang sponge cake, I don't even try,
But I can back a truck and trailer In the twinkling of an eye. It's jeans and riding boots That I live in night and day
And that smell of sweaty horses Just doesn't wash away. Once in every now and then I can dress up for a ball.
Make up and a hairdo With high heel shoes and all.
I ache from long forgotten falls. My knees have got no skin.
My toes have gone a funny shape. From being squashed again. But late at night, when all is still And I've gone to give them hay,
I touch their velvet softness, And my worries float away.
They give a gentle nicker And they nuzzle through my hair
And I know it's where my heart is More than anywhere.