Spurring C Perf Horses

12/22/2025

I’ll always choose the barn.
Not because it’s easy.
Not because it fits neatly into a busy life.
But because it’s the one place that has always felt honest to me.

The barn doesn’t ask me to be anything
other than who I am in that moment.
It doesn’t care how productive my day was,
how put together I look,
or how heavy my heart feels.

It just lets me arrive as I am.

When life feels loud,
the barn feels steady.
When the world pulls me in a hundred directions,
the barn pulls me back to myself.

There’s something about the rhythm of it all—
the feeding,
the brushing,
the quiet chores done without rushing—
that reminds me life doesn’t have to move so fast
to be meaningful.

I’ll always choose the barn
because it teaches me patience
when I want control,
softness
when I’m tempted to harden,
and presence
when my mind wants to live everywhere but here.

The barn has held me
through becoming.
Through joy.
Through heartbreak.
Through seasons when I wasn’t sure
who I was anymore.

It has never asked for explanations.
It has never rushed my healing.
It has simply offered space—
space to breathe,
to feel,
to remember what matters.

I’ll always choose the barn
because horses don’t just take up space in my life—
they shape the way I live it.
They teach me to listen more than I speak.
To lead with intention.
To trust slowly and love deeply.

The barn reminds me
that strength doesn’t have to be loud.
That peace can be quiet.
That joy can live in the simplest moments—
a soft nicker,
a warm breath,
the sound of hooves on dirt at the end of the day.

I know this life isn’t for everyone.
The early mornings.
The dirt under your nails.
The sacrifices no one sees.

But for those of us who understand…
the barn isn’t just a place.
It’s a feeling.
A refuge.
A home.

So yes—
when given the choice,
I’ll always choose the barn.

Because it’s where my heart feels most like itself.

Is the barn your go-to place?

12/19/2025

Not everyone will cheer when you’re chasing big goals — and that’s okay.

Let the criticism build grit, not doubt.

Stay disciplined, stay hungry, and keep showing up for your horse and your dreams.

Growth is loud in the arena, not in the comments.

Keep going forward.

12/13/2025

Sometimes I have to remember how lucky I am.

12/13/2025

They know better 🤣

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12/11/2025

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Did you know that Katelyn Lide-Scott went to Israel on a prayer mission during the WPRA finals in Waco, TX.

Your horse falling down and seeing you stand and salute, what grace. Your classy demeaner will be remembered long after a winning run.

"Chaos doesn't make a person. It reveals a person," Katelyn herself said.

We are fans! Thank you Jesus they are both ok.

More from Katelyn, coming soon.

Lide-Scott

12/04/2025

There once was a little mare.
Not a champion racehorse.
Not a pedigreed star.
Just a 13 hand Jeju pony from Korea.
Barely taller than a middle schooler.

Her Korean name was probably Ah Chim Hai.
Flame of the Morning.
Born around 1948.
Unraced.
Unremarkable.
Unknown.

Until a teenage stable boy sold her for 250 dollars.
Money raised by Marines who skipped meals and pooled poker winnings.

Why did he sell her?
So he could buy prosthetic legs for his sister.
A landmine had taken both of hers.

That is how an ordinary little mare fell into the hands of the United States Marine Corps.

And now…
the story really begins.
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She was bought to haul 75 millimeter recoilless rifle shells.
Up to 200 pounds at a time.
Up mountains where trucks could not go.
Into mud and ice and artillery.

The Marines called her Reckless.
But the name did not warn them.
It prepared them.

Because she learned faster than any horse they had ever seen.
Flattening herself in ditches when she heard incoming rounds.
Bolting for bunkers.
Halting mid trail when artillery whistled overhead.

She even learned to make the trips alone.
Two to three miles without a handler.
Carrying ammo up.
Bringing wounded Marines back down.
Instinct guiding her through fire and fear.

One day she stepped over a mine tripwire that should have killed her.
The Marines said it was luck.
Others said it was something else.

And now… the battle that made her legend.
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Outpost Vegas.
March 1953.
A hill soaked in blood.
A battle so brutal that veterans still refused to talk about it.

Reckless made 51 trips up and down that hill in a single day.
Over 35 miles of open fire.
Machine guns.
Mortars.
A world screaming around her.

She carried 386 rounds.
Almost all the ammo the platoon fired.

Shrapnel tore her flank.
Another hit her hind leg.
She bled.
She staggered.
But she never stopped.

The Marines said she saved them from being overrun.
They said no human could have done what she did.

She earned two Purple Hearts.
A Presidential Unit Citation.
And eventually… a battlefield promotion.
Then another.
Sergeant Reckless.
The only animal promoted twice to staff sergeant.

Life Magazine called her America’s greatest war horse.

But Marines said something even better.
“She was one of us.”

Now… you might think you know the rest.
But Paul Harvey would smile here.
Because there is more.
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Reckless loved beer.
Cold Falstaff or Coors.
Straight from the can.
She crashed officers’ parties.
Stole poker chips.
Chewed ci******es.
And once trotted away with an entire cherry pie board and all.

She curled up in foxholes.
Nuzzled wounded soldiers.
Became therapy on four hooves in a war almost everyone forgot.

After the war she returned home a hero.
She received parades.
She drank at the Bohemian Club.
She retired at Camp Pendleton.
She had foals.
Veterans visited her for years.
Some cried into her mane.

She passed in 1968.
Buried with honor.
Still loved.
Still remembered.

Later researchers like Janet Barrett spent twenty years collecting the real stories.
Sixty Marines.
Declassified files.
Old photos that had never been seen.
Interviews from Korea.
And a truth even more powerful than the legend.

Reckless was not born heroic.
She chose it.
Every day she carried weight that should have broken her.
Yet she lifted spirits instead.

Now you know the rest of the story.
And maybe now you understand why a little mare from Korea has six national monuments.
Why Marines still say her name with pride.
Why her story refuses to fade.

If you want the whole truth in all its grit and grace, read Janet Barrett’s book They Called Her Reckless or Robin Hutton’s Sgt. Reckless.

And if this story touched you, save it, follow for more, and share it so the world remembers the horse who outran bullets and never left a Marine behind.

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12/03/2025

If we had any here 🤣🤷🏻‍♀️ we’re broke round these parts