Thank you! I'll add it to my pile to read. I had to stop myself from going back to Ray Hunt, the Dorrance brothers, mentioning Pat Parelli. Another day!
New to your posting Mary though I have often enjoyed your pics of the horses and donkeys here at Substack. This post does my heart good in so many ways. My father loved horses and was inclined to 'gentle down' any new horse we had. This was long before much was ever written about such 'training'. He would work with a spooked horse at an auction house for a few hours to help it find its way into a horse trailer. I was sometimes asked to lay on a young horse's back like a sack of grain, while dad led it around the pasture. The horses loved dad and often came to see him when he got off work. He always encouraged horse to find their way on trails and back country and was privy to what they saw, in doing so.. Your post today took me back to my youth with another man who loved horses. Thank you!
Great story!
I attended a Buck B. clinic once. He was nicer to horses than he was to people.
Ha! Well he can't be perfect.
Ray Hunt, one of Buck Brannaman’s mentors, has a similarly inspiring story, as well as a good book called, “Think Harmony with Horses”.
Thank you! I'll add it to my pile to read. I had to stop myself from going back to Ray Hunt, the Dorrance brothers, mentioning Pat Parelli. Another day!
Mary, you magically transform horses, and a donkey or two, into beings. Beings with their own ways and personalities. Utterly fascinating.
Easy task! They have so much soul!
Post by post I’m seeing that. Thanks, Mary.
New to your posting Mary though I have often enjoyed your pics of the horses and donkeys here at Substack. This post does my heart good in so many ways. My father loved horses and was inclined to 'gentle down' any new horse we had. This was long before much was ever written about such 'training'. He would work with a spooked horse at an auction house for a few hours to help it find its way into a horse trailer. I was sometimes asked to lay on a young horse's back like a sack of grain, while dad led it around the pasture. The horses loved dad and often came to see him when he got off work. He always encouraged horse to find their way on trails and back country and was privy to what they saw, in doing so.. Your post today took me back to my youth with another man who loved horses. Thank you!
Oh I love this story. Enjoy your time travels!