I'm generally pretty inclusive on all details of my horsey life on this blog, but now it's time for a little confession. There was a fairly significant, kind of amusing part of the Wild West story from a few weekends ago that I left out, and is best explained by the title:
"Is it that Grey?"
The night before I left for Wild West a sale listing for an 8 yr old 14.2 hand grey Rushcreek gelding came up on my local Craigslist. With Desire's trail future uncertain, Blaze content cruising LDs, and Sheza a few years out from saddle work, I've always got my eye out for that just right 6-10 yr old partner to do 50s and multi-days with as my teenagers age and my filly grows up. Joey was a cool horse and great learning experience and I am happy that I set him on a path to his new home where he is well suited and enjoyed daily, just as I am grateful and happy to now welcome Rushcreek Tracer, or "Scrappy," who I think is the perfect steady partner for me.
Back to the story, I exchanged a quick flurry of emails with the folks selling him and they assured me they would in fact be heading to Wild West themselves and would bring the gelding along for folks to look at. What good fortune! I've driven hours and hundreds of miles to look at horses, and here was a great prospect of the right age, size, and experience, being brought to the very spot we were headed! Too good to be true, I wondered? I knew Rushcreek's had a great reputation for sound bodies and minds, and this guy Scrappy, AERC# H48905, had a pretty darn solid record with no pulls after 2 LDs, 2 50s, and a successful go at the Virginia City 100 miler last year!
So basically, when I wasn't riding 2 LDs or joshing around camp I was making endless circles around the Wild West camp with J or N going, "is that the grey?" "wait, is THAT the grey?" There were actually a few Rushcreek greys there that weren't him, and then there was this cute, stout little guy with a smushy smeared illegible maybe-brand? standing next to a clearly branded Rushcreek. N and I thought we had found Scrappy on Friday night, but we were never sure until Sunday when I saw the young couple walking by with a Rushcreek grey and piped up. Turns out that little stout grey from Friday night WAS Scrappy, and yes his Rushcreek clover is terribly smudged. Just gives him character, right! :)
After liking the look and air of him at Wild West, we made plans and met at Spenceville last Saturday and rode 6 or 7 miles with a few nice hills in 100+ heat. Scrappy had never worn boots and gently, non-dramatically tried to lay down when I put a boot on his front hoof. We said NO and he stood right back up politely. After a firm word the Renegades went right on nicely and he stepped out in them with no issue.
Scrappy decked out in a hodge podge of gear, but it worked!
After the ride we cooled the horses in the creeks and I gave them a deposit. :)
At Loomis facility, it's very clean and nice!
Desire checking out the barn
Bye Desire, be good. She promptly took a huge pee and crap in her stall, btw, classic :)
On the way out we noticed we were leaking what looked like transmission fluid and we had a rather tense haul home, to say the least! The tranny is definitely leaking and the truck is going in first thing in the morning but THANKFULLY we made it home safely.
Here's Scrappy checking out his digs, currently in the big front field with the goats, and the Blaze/Sheza/ mini herd sharing a fenceline.
Hey--Welcome home Scrappy!