09/06/2026
I’m going to tell some stories that will hopefully reach someone that just needs a little snippet of help.
Today’s story is about a little paint mare, raised with love, and actually decent boundaries, but with no concept or agreement that at some point we have horses to do some sort of job. This was back when I bought, trained, and sold Hunter prospects , and helped a few people on the side, but made my actual living as an accountant.
This little mare had been to a full time trainer to get started under saddle, but the owner took her home because the trainer wasn’t accomplishing much other than beating on her a bit. Don’t hate on him yet, this mare was a case. I am lucky that this mare didn’t hurt me in the beginning, and I realize today that I need to utilize the lessons she taught me more often.
This mare had been so desensitized that she was afraid of nothing, she’d been saddled, walked around, done a lot, except actually have to work.
Fast forward to our first session in the round pen, luckily back then I did these sessions with a line and not completely free. We do some yielding of all the body parts, backing, etc, all is good. I send her out in a circle and she walks one circle and quits, refuses to move, as I escalate my asking she kicks out at me, I pop her with the lunge line to tell her no for that, she tries harder to tell me no, until we end up at the point that she is coming at me with teeth bared, front hooves pawing at me in the air, I am now the one moving my feet. We ended this session back at simple yields, I was pretty fried. The owner was present for the whole thing, so there was no question about how we had progressed to a knock down, drag out, fight. For those that might say this mare was screaming that something was wrong and I wasn’t listening, there was nothing physically wrong, the mare actually ended up quite joyful about work.
Stay tuned for part two: