Mules and Horses




Darlin’ Clementine– my old government bred Morgan mare I’ve had forever. If you like riding a horse with “go” Clemmie is definitely the horse. She’s retired now, as she had an accident of some sort many years ago, and she just hasn’t been quite sound since then. I’ve had several vets look at her, but no one can tell me what’s wrong. I’ve played cowgirl on her, and she’s a great, sure-footed trail horse. The one thing that I really miss is her awesome single-foot gait. We’d be flying down the road in such a smooth gait, it was like sitting in my living room chair.

I bought Clemmie from the stable that I had been working at, trying to get some horse experience and learn the ropes of training and caring for them. I really wanted her, but couldn’t afford the $500 that Cindy Roy, the owner, wanted for her. So we struck up a deal where I would work her off with the work I was doing around the stable. Cindy also helped me start her and train her. That was such an awesome experience! I will forever be grateful for Cindy for taking me under her wing and showing me the ropes, even if it was only for a short time. Not for sale.


Wild One West – Chris’s mustang that he got while working on a ranch out in the Elko, NV area. Chris took him from a wild stallion to a gentle, humorous gelding that is easy to ride. He’s very laid back, and very loyal to Chris. When Chris went up to Montana to learn how to pack, he had Westie with him. When all the other horses and mules were turned loose, Westie would stay with Chris. Many mornings Chris would wake up and find Westie standing over him, as if to guard him. One time while Chris and I were camping out in the Wasatch Mountains in UT, we were sitting in some chairs overlooking the valley and just taking it easy. Westie walked up and took ahold of the little button on top of Chris’ hat and swung it back and forth, then tossed it down the hillside. Yup, quite the character! Not for sale.


Mare with no name

Mare with no name.

Mare with no name –  this little red dun mare we inherited from our neighbors, along with an ancient mare, when they moved back east. We don’t know anything about her, not even her name. I have had a chance to halter her and lead her back home once when she got into our field. She was the most polite little mare I’ve ever handled, not pushy, didn’t pull, just followed along beside me and stopped when I stopped to open the gate, and didn’t rush through or prance around like most horses and mules do. Once it dries out a bit around here, I am going to bring her in and work with her, get to know her and see what she does under saddle. FOR SALE TO A SPECIAL HOME.



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