10/06/2024
I'm not really "ready" to talk about it, which is quite silly since a lot of things are water under the bridge and many things have happened long ago.
But it's something I must do.
They say that you should give people their flowers while they're still alive so today I want to celebrate my dearest friend and "Florida Mom".
We met by chance. She actually stalked me thru Datasource many years ago. She had family property in the area which she was returning to and was able to reach out to Arabian breeders local to that property. My home, at the time, was just miles from her property. We were cautiously excited!
In the mean time, her horses lived in or near Orlando..... there's just too many bunny trails to chase here so if you know the details and must insist on historical accuracy, with respect, nobody gives a s**t. It was a long time ago.
Anyway, they all lived down south and we had a MAJOR hurricane to the area. It might have been the year we had 4 come across my part of Florida. One of those hit them a lot harder though. I believe we were on the phone at one point and her power and everything went out. I wasn't sure of her status for a couple weeks.
Slowly but surely we all recovered. And they made their way north, well, the horses did. The show must go on and all that.
At the time I was pretty active with the "local" Arabian club and showed regularly in Ocala, Jax and Perry GA, as well as 999 open shows, usually bringing my good horse and at least one other.
I had a small group of 4H type kids and ammy adults that we loaded into my 9 horse head to head trailer just about every weekend.
My BFF, Tam, was building her breeding program and putting points on her junior stallion with her trainer. We all got along amicably despite being in competition so to speak.
We agreed early on that our programs were stronger, forged together as one. We all run our own programs but if we get clients that we feel another one of our sister barns would be a better for, we "share" them around and give them a safe space to explore.
After years of competition between my own stallion and my BFF junior stallion we kind of looked forward to a type of retirement I suppose.
Sada's trainer put a nice foundation on him. Kind of hard to mess up when the breeding is there. We have always tried to put good minded horses in the market. TanZyr program is a little more focused on the beautiful, typey, Arabian head on a black coat. My program is a little more focused on tough horses that can go all day on any color.
Things went a little sideways for our programs one year at an ammy show when I basically pulled my stallion out of pasture and beat Sada's scores in hand. Things were said, by Sada's trainer, that put me off for the rest of the show. There was a lot going on at the time. It had taken me some mental fortitude to even show up if we're being honest.
And thinking about it, I haven't showed since. Not in any serious capacity. The person who made the comments had talked LOUDLY out of the side of their mouth about me and my stallion before.
It's so ridiculous because I knew what my own stallion was capable of. I knew how many times he saved my life and here is this person basically ridiculing us because we're not going around the arena to THEIR liking? And I'm paying a lot of money to be here? No thanks.
The TanZyr breeding program changed direction a bit. Their senior stallion offered a lot to their foundation, having been a racing bred Arabian with a wonderful disposition and great bone. That was Sada's sire.
In the meantime TanZyr produced a nice c**t which was to be an outcross or replacement for Sada "one day". And my stallion and I just kept doing what we do. Everyone was basically happy and OK.
My stallion, Comet, got old on us just as "I was getting my s**t together". I had more or less just inherited a herd of nice black mares and moved onto a property that was ready for a program.
Truth be told, Comet produced well but nothing that made me say wow. Granted, I was only producing a couple foals every couple of years, and some of those half Arabians.
My heart just isn't into breeding, even though I've handled stallions since I was about 9 and owned them since I was 13. Stallions are meant for riding. lol
Before Comet passed I had already got my good mare going well and my husband was riding my Appaloosa stallion, Romeo. [Inserted random fact for historical relevance.]
When we laid Comet to rest it ripped my heart out.
I didn't care to continue breeding nor really own another stallion.
But Sada was for sale and everyone who came to look at him just wasn't the right fit.
Eventually Sada came to live here.
When he came up to our area Tam told me about his training level and that he was having a particular issue under saddle. I think it was hours after he stepped off the trailer, I had him saddled up and I was asking him to perform the task, which he did with his nose curled back. At that point I think I put about 30-60 days on him and sent him home.
When he came to live here I turned him out for about 30 days with 2 geldings and didn't ask him for s**t. His mind needed a bit of a reset.
I did eventually get Sada going under saddle. The first time I took him to the woods, my husband and I saddled up at a trail head and walked to the river and back. We were on thousands of acres of water management so we had plenty of opportunity to be out for hours. But. It was like sitting on a powder keg. Better to call it while safe rather than pushing the issues.
The next time I took Sada out to a trail ride we camped. I think it was also a little cold and rainy. When I got on him that morning he was all bravado. We walked in the camp ground a little bit then went to the trail. We probably rode a couple hours and he calmed down. That trail head has an obstacle course so we did work on those a bit. He wasn't a fan. Did a champion sport horse, he did not, at that time, know where to put his feet.
I took Sada out to a few open shows and we did OK. The vibe was kinda off. I feel like he was made for slaying dragons, not piddling around an arena. He never said no, never complained. He was just happy to be out meeting people on my behalf.
One July afternoon we had a wicked lightning storm that took Sada and his gelding friend. My heart was ripped out again.
I pretty much said fk it at that point but also, I'm not mad about all the hard work that went into both Comet and Sada. Very different animals. Sada, so kind and curious all the time. So willing and eager to please. Somewhat of a clown. Comet was a pit bull. He put himself between me and danger many times. He's one that would look down his nose at you as you approach. You could almost hear him say "I'll allow it" if I gave him the side eye as "ok" people approached. He was always dignified and always out thinking you. Always taking care of his rider.
But these boys were very similar as well. They were the epitome of the Arabian breed, in your tent and would go to war with you.
I'm not over it. I'll never be over it.
But along came TanZyr Equinox.
Very sweet but full of attitude since the day he showed up on this earth. I'm sure Tam would have a contrasting assessment of him. I believe she had to help him be born because he had a leg turned back.
When I would visit Tam at her farm he was always clowning, chewing on his tongue or just acting a fool. Such a charmer, that one.
I feel like he knew our pain. He was born at a strange time. Like, we had had all these plans for our programs but there was so much loss and obstacles in general that makes you rock back on your heels and say "WTF" a lot.
Here on my farm I like to geld everything. I don't trust people to do right by an intact horse. It takes a very special person to handle stallions and not be barn blind on top of it. The horse industry is a game. A fickle game.
We eventually agreed that since I had the space for a baby stallion Quinn would come live with me.
You can never replace your heart horse. Never. I did not take Quinn in hopes that he would be the next Sada or Comet.
He had kinda an attitude when he got here too. And he was too big to be having an attitude so it was a real battle within, for me.
One day, not that long ago, I was getting ready to work Quinn in the round pen and he looked up to the heavens and just stared like he was receiving a celestial download. He didn't even blink.
I worked him for about 30 minutes .... and had the best ride ever on him. I really wanted to cry. A spirit had moved. And no, I'm not saying we could have gone out and won Regionals or whatever.
But what I am saying is, if you have never felt that spirit move, I am so sorry for you.
Our rides after that were able to be more training rides rather than "please don't kill me" rides. We really made progress. This is in addition to me taking Quinn to horse camping and ponying him on trail rides.
So this weekend I invited a friend to go to an organized ride with me. The trail really is technical. There were a lot of chances for me to die. My friend is not a hand but she was riding Quinn's buddy so I was hoping that if I fell off or got in a sticky spot, Quinn would have gone to them.
Quinny was so very brave and caring on the ride. The only time I questioned my life decision was when I first mounted. He was not super confident. He had a little hump in his back.
(After Sada was killed by lightning, I kept seeing the word "rook" pop up in strange places. On the trail ride there was a "funny old man" who turned around and told me it looked like I was "riding on a chess board". Naturally, we think of the black knight ....but maybe not. Maybe this funny old man was one of the oracles that are attracted to me who give me divine messages. IYKYK 😆 Another rider asked me if Quinn was a Paso Fino. He wasn't even jigging or being out of line. I didn't see that as a divine message. lol )
But Quinn was probably a good deal better than the resident gelding who can be a pill to ride. ... And I thank that gelding too. He served as kind of a interim horse for me. I felt like if I can ride [gelding] thru this issue and a similar issue comes up with Quinn, I'm just going to handle it.
Our mind is a funny thing. Ya know? I've been riding the rouges all my life but there are some that I guess maybe I baby. It's like I'm too sad to think that this wild thing could be tamed? Maybe that's a conversation for another post.
Anyway, I wanted to report back that we did the damn thing. We did not get stallions banned from the ride and we had a good time.
And that is because my best friend bred her horses correctly and intentionally. And I am so blessed to share them with her and you.
(.... I know a lot of you never got to meet Comet. I brought him here from WI with me. His breeder was also very savvy. I wanted to buy his mother but when I came home from over seas, she wasn't for sale. She had a lovely c**t at her side who was for sale and the rest is [Comet's] history.)
Pictures of the boys (yes, I have a type)
Comet
https://www.allbreedpedigree.com/ch+ali+khan
Sada
https://www.allbreedpedigree.com/tanzyr+messala+masada
Quinn
https://www.allbreedpedigree.com/tanzyr+equinox