A dog may be man's best friend but the horse wrote history. - Author Unknown
Black overo gelding - Maxs Painted Vanzi
Congratulations Al Bruggeman, Rock Rapids, Iowa on the purchase of this nice gelding. Thank you!!! 2009 APHA #968,081 Black overo gelding. Maxdee Blue x Vanzi Doll McCue. This gelding has been started under saddle and is riding out nicely.
Pullman Roping saddle 15 1/2" seat
Congratulations Al Bruggeman, Rock Rapids, Iowa on your purchase of this nice saddle!!! Check out the awesome quality and condition of this Pullman roping saddle. It has a rawhide covered SF Bowman tree and a 15 1/2" smooth leather padded seat.
" No hour of life is lost that is spent in the saddle " - Unknown
Palomino overo gelding - DBR Sonnys Docbar Leo
2008 APHA #944,124 Palomino overo gelding. Sherer Sassy Mark x Sherer Serenity. Sonny has been trail ridden all summer by Terry. He has been ridden in the Black Hills. He is good on trail rides and goes wherever you point him. $3650
Sorrel overo mare - Maxs Fine Design
2007 APHA #907,806 Sorrel overo mare. Maxdee Blue x Matched By Royalty. Lacey is so uniquely marked. She goes along well on trail rides and wherever you point her. Terry rode her on a recent trip to the Black Hills. $1950
Black overo gelding - Maxs Slick Fifty
2008 APHA #943,630 Black overo gelding. Maxdee Blue x RC Slick Te Watch. This gelding has had 30 days of riding. During that time he was used at the salebarn to push cattle. $1950
HORSES NOW IN TRAINING - STARTED UNDER SADDLE
We ride never worry 'bout the fall, guess that's just the cowboy in us all.
Life is good. Work hard. Have fun. Never give up. Expect miracles. Lead the way. Don't look back. Push yourself. Take a stand. Smell the roses. Life is good. ----- Author unknown
> I ride. That seems like such a simple statement. However as many women
> who ride know... it is really a complicated matter. It has to do with power and
> empowerment; being able to do things you might once have considered out of
> reach or ability. I have considered this as I shovel manure, fill water in the
> cold rain, wait for the vet/farrier/electrician/hay delivery, change a tire on
> a horse trailer by the side of the freeway, or cool a gelding out before
> getting down to the business of drinking a cold drink after a long ride.
> The time, the money, the effort it takes to ride calls for dedication. At
> least, I call it dedication. Both my ex-husbands call it 'a sickness.'
> It's a nice sickness I've had since I was a small girl bouncing my
> plastic model horses and dreaming of the day I would ride a real horse. Most of
> the women I ride with understand that meaning of 'the sickness.' It's not a
> sport. It's not a hobby. It's what we do and-- in some ways-- who we are as
> women and human beings.
> I ride. I hook up my trailer and load my gelding. I haul to some nice
> trailhead somewhere, unload, saddle up, whistle up my dog and I ride. I breathe
> in the air, watch the sunlight filter through the trees and savour the movement
> of my horse. My shoulders relax. A smile spreads across my weathered face. I
> pull my floppy hat down and let the real world fade into the tracks my horse
> leaves in the sand.
> Time slows. Flying insects buzz loudly, looking like fairies. My gelding
> flicks his ears and moves down the trail. I can smell his sweat and it is
> perfume to my senses. Time slows. The rhythm of his walk and the movement of
> the leaves become my focus. My saddle creaks and the leather rein in my hand
> softens with the warmth.
> I consider the simple statement: I ride. I think of all I do because I
> ride. Climb rocky slopes, wade into a lily-pad lake, race a friend across the
> hayfield... all the while laughing and feeling my heart in my chest. Other days
> just the act of mounting and dismounting can be a real accomplishment. Still I
> ride, no matter how tired or how much my sitter bones or any of my other
> acquired horse-related injuries hurt. I ride. And I feel a lot better for doing
> I think of the people, mostly women, that I've met. I consider how
> competent they all are. Not a weenie in the bunch. We haul 40 ft. rigs, we
> back 'em up into tight spaces without clipping a tree. We set up camp, tend the
> horses. We cook and keep our camp neat. We understand and love our companion--,
> our horses. We respect each other and those we encounter on the trail. We know
> that if you are out there riding, you also shovel, fill, bathe, wait and
> doctor. Your hands are a little rough and you travel without makeup or hair
> gel. You do without to afford the 'sickness' and probably, when you were a
> small girl, you bounced a little model horse while you dreamed of riding a real
> "My treasures do not chink or glitter, they gleam in the sun and neigh in
> the night!
Terry and Sherry Bolding 1649 Arthur Avenue Larchwood, Iowa 51241 (712) 477-2435 firstname.lastname@example.org