horse story

“A kid, a horse and a tree….”

A kid, a horse and a tree…. by Kathy Rogers “Mommy, look how high he can jump!” Cori exclaimed as she came around the backside of the small, fenceless arena on the banks of Guadalupe Creek. Cori loved to jump her Sonny and today’s jump was a downed tree branch in the middle of the arena. Sonny was an awesome horse and my daughter, even at eleven was already big…


“A Forced Study in Patience”, lesson learned…

A Forced Study in Patience by Kathy Rogers Buck was a tall, cool, older, gentleman horse of bay coloring. He had been a working cow horse most of his life and had ended up rather lazy and uninterested in pleasure riding. And although Buck could be a good trail horse at times, he had acquired the frustrating habit of grazing while walking. And, being one of those long-necked running-quarter horses,…


“Buried at Trail” a story of ignorance

“Buried at Trail” by Kathy Rogers “I haven’t seen old Yankee out for a long time”, I pointed out to the pleasant young blonde woman now working a curry over the big buckskin. “That’s right!” she explained. “Bob said I could ride him in the Ride and Tie today up in QuickSilver Park!” My brain quickly calculated the ride and concluded that the start to the Ride and Tie was…


“To martingale, or not to martingale…

“To martingale, or not to martingale?” By Kathy Rogers   “Where’s the martingale? You know he needs to be ridden in a martingale”, I could not have been more clear.. “That was then, this is now”, smiled Tracy. “I’ve been working on his ground manners and riding him everyday. He is doing so well at giving his head to the bit, that I don’t even need the martingale”. Now Kalero was…