‘Young Colt, but had some darker areas on the legs - like a bay. Had 2 of the foundation quarter horses and a Thoroughbred in his lineage. I sold him - I was too old to deal with a stallion, even though he did have a pleasant dispostion-like most with Doc Barr in the lineage.’
I have a gelding from that bloodline. Dark bay, black points. He’s 31 now, a bit arthritic in the knees but doing very well, still mellow and good minded. He is the only horse I have ever owned that considered a visit from the vet to be a social event.
The only people we knew who had horses were a few family friends when I was a kid, who lived way out in the boonies and we’d drive to see them in the summertime.
I really wanted to like the horses, but the feeling was not mutual. They sensed I wasn’t a rural kid, and would “act up” for my benefit. One that I was attempting to ride ignored where I wanted him to go, but instead took me to a grove of trees and scraped me off his back with the low hanging branches. One simply would not go anywhere. Another kicked me before I even tried to get on. So I did not grow up as a horse lover, though I still admired them from a distance.
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I can’t recall the name of the other foundational horse - Poco something - a really good cutting horse, and sort of stocky/short.
I sold most of my horses when I hit age 60, and was diagnosed with osteopenia. Didn’t want to take a chance on breaking the bones. I had promised the family to do it no later than 60.
I gave my grand daughter who was part of the local saddle club her choice. And my niece got the next choice. The others I sold.