Join Date: Jul 2012
Location: High plains desert of Southern Idaho
I adopted my mustang when he was 5, and brought in in a round up. He was king of the pile! He and another, much older and more scars, fought over the pile.
They made me put a halter and a thick rope, with knot on one end, through the halter before I could take him home. I gentled him. I used, 'big eyes' technique.
On the third day home, he had such a huge sore on his chin from that darn knot, I went in his pen. He stood still, I walked to him, and slowly, but purposefuly grabbed the knot and pulled it.
The sound freaked him out, but he stood still, and didnt try to kill me! From that day on, I was allowed inside with him. I did give him blue corn on the cob too. He loved it.
I never made join up with him till the last day of his life. I was a sucker for this guy, named BB.
I had a shetland too. If you tapped his rear, or patted it, hed buck you off. It was fun once i figured it out. lol. He came when you called him, and Id get a ride out to change the irrigation. He was so funny.
My arabian mare kicked me in the eyebrow once. She was like the most gentle mare ever, yet i did get kicked, when I first brought her close to the mustang. She was too excited. Took some time before I could leave them together.
She bothered him so..
You cannot be afraid around animals, they all can sense that. Hmmm, maybe that fish senses my fear of his spidy fins....
Last edited by Sakura8; 07-19-2012 at 06:17 PM.