I have loved horses ever since I can remember. I collected anything horsey: pictures, books, Breyer horses, you name it. Whenever my family went out for drives or vacation and I saw a place with pony rides, I would urge my parents to stop. When I was a bit older, I saved my allowance for riding lessons at the closest riding academy. Living in the city, there weren't too many around. My parents thought I would grow out of this "horsey" phase, but as everyone can see, I have not.
After getting married and moving to the Nazareth, PA area, I went to "horse school" in the Poconos. The school wasn't what I expected. Basically, you paid them to do their work for them and learned very little. I did meet a German riding instructor, Jutta Schumann, who taught English riding there. She found out I was leaving and took me under her wing because she saw how serious I was about learning. I learned more than just riding from her. Jutta taught me riding, not only ring work, but also trail riding, care of the horse, and, oh yes, breaking a horse to rider and saddle. I've always wanted to learn everything about horses, including experiencing breaking and training. This is how I came about getting my first horse.
Once I was ready to buy a horse, experience wise, I was limited financially as to what I could afford. Jutta knew
of 3 year old horse, unbroke, for sale. He was a registered half Arab/Quarter Horse mix and had a very nice temperament. She thought he would be perfect for me. And he was the right price. His name was Chanticleer. So, I finally owned my very first horse. I was in heaven. Little did I know what lied ahead of me.
Chanty, short for Chanticleer, was boarded at Jutta's farm. She was going to help me break and train him. I was so excited, plus a little scared. But, I figured, Jutta was there to help me, so I would be OK. We started out with the basics and he was going OK. When it came time for the big day to place the saddle on him, I was in for a big surprise. As we let him out on the lounge line, it looked like he was going to accept the weight on his back. Things looked good, until. . . . . All of a sudden, he exploded. He was bucking and rearing like he was a wild horse. Eventually he wore himself out and settled down. The next several times, he continued doing the same. We decided to let him out on his own in the ring and still he carried on. I started considering selling him to the nearest rodeo. I really couldn't picture myself riding a horse like that.
After many, many times of saddle training, he did finally learn to accept the weight. Now came the big moment. How will he do with a rider on his back? I was extremely nervous. We used a Weestern Saddle and with Jutta's help, I laid across the saddle while she held him and then led him around. He didn't seem too bad. We did that a few more times and still he was OK. Now came the big moment. Actually sitting on his back. I took a deep breath, got a leg up and gently sat down on him. We walked a couple of steps, no problem. she let me go ahead on my own and after several steps, lo and behold, I was riding a bucking bronc. And his buck was one that was hard to sit. So, off I went. Another woman that rode at Jutta's barn helped me with breaking Chanty. While one of us was mending their black and blues, the other rode.
We eventually did manage to break him. I found out later that the reason he did this was not because he was mean, but simply because of the fact that he was not handled enough as a youngster. Once he we got him on a training schedule after breaking him to saddle, things went much better. But he always tested me, or anyone else that was an experienced rider. He was great for beginners.
There was one day when I rode him and he was a complete angel. He didn't test me at all. After my ride, I checked him out thoroughly to see what was wrong with him and found nothing. Physically, he seemed fine. A week later, I found out that I was pregnant. So, that was why he was so good for me. During my whole pregnancy, he never tested me at all. I couldn't believe he was the same horse. Of course, after my delivery, he was back to his old normal self.
He was great for my kids. When I ponied my kids on him, he was so careful. If he felt them start to go off balance, he stopped dead in his tracks. It was the same when they were brushing him. He never moved a muscle while they were working around him. It was like he knew to be extra careful with them. (I do have to add my kids were at the barn with me since they were born.) It was the same way when we had the kittens at the barn. While they played around him, even climbing up his tail, he just stood there. Even with the flies bothering him.
My kids learned a lot from him. When it came time when my kids asked for their own pony, I told them that they had to take care of Chanty for 1 year. The exception being school and school events, and being ill. This was the test to see if they were serious about it. I was not about to take care of additional horses if I was the only taking care of them. I must say, Chanty was good for them and they did do it and earned their ponies.
Chanty and I had gone through a lot of learning and horses through the years. I had to put him down a few years ago at the age of 26. I took it very hard. This was during the time I was going through my divorce and was worried how he would be moving to another barn, since he lived on the farm for most of his life. Fortunately, it worked out that he died on the farm he always knew as his home, so I didn't have to worry about moving him. I believe things happen for a reason. Even though I didn't see it at the time, it was a blessing that he passed away on the farm that he had always known as his home. I do miss the old guy.