A dog may be man's best friend but the horse wrote history. - Author Unknown
Custom Norm Marks halfseat saddle.
Sold!!! Congratulations Melissa Hemken, Wyoming on your purchase of this custom Norm Marks 15" halfseat saddle.
Custom Geno D'Ambrose saddle
Custom Gary Suppes saddle 15.5" seat
SOLD!!! Congratulations Raff Guardi, Manorville, NY. I have a custom Gary Suppes saddle for sale. It has a rawhide covered tree with a 15.5" hard seat. Very well built and heavy enough to rope out of.
Stockmans Supply Saddlery saddle
SOLD!!! Congratulations Raphael Dehoyos, Orange City, Iowa on your purchase! Stockmans Supply Saddlery saddle for sale. Made in Elko, Nevada. It has a 15.5" hardseat with a rawhide covered tree. It is in very good used condition.
Custom Cliff Langerud Wade saddle
SOLD! Congratulations Dean Johnson, Mud Butte, SD on your purchase. Custom made Cliff Langerud, Barnesville, Mn. custom rough out Wade saddle. Rawhide covered tree with 15.5" seat. Excellent condition.
" No hour of life is lost that is spent in the saddle " - Unknown
2007 Mule - Trail riding molly mule
SOLD! Congrats Troy Goodenough, CA on your purchase! You will love Rickashay!!! -Rickashay is a 16 hand molly mule. Her mother was a black Percheron mare. I have owned her since she was 3 months of age. She is now 9 years old. She is broke to ride and carries a saddle nicely - no need for a crupper or breeching to keep the saddle in place. She has been ridden in the Black Hills and also on local trail rides. She is kind, honest and is a real people lover. My job requires me to be away a lot and Rickashay deserves to have someone who will enjoy her.
APHA Black overo gelding - Stetson Max # 1,017,501
2012 APHA Black overo gelding. Colorful and cute black overo gelding. He has had 30 days of riding. Cute little gelding with a nice attitude. $2500
AQHA Blue roan mare - Blue Miss Redford
POA gelding - DKS Dreamin Award #T-51619
2011 POA gelding. Ima Few Spot Dream x Montes Crystal Award. He is back from the trainer. He currently stands 14.1 hands so he is too tall for Permanent POA papers. He is smart, friendly and very quiet. He rides out quietly and I have some video clips of him being ridden bareback. $1950
APHA Black overo gelding - Ima Foxy Max #968,835
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2009 APHA Black overo gelding. Maxdee Blue x PR Mans Black Fox. He has had 45 days of riding. $1950
APHA Black overo gelding - Slick to the Max #968,076
2009 APHA Black overo gelding. Maxdee Blue x RC Slick Te Watch. He has had 45 days of riding. $1950
We ride never worry 'bout the fall, guess that's just the cowboy in us all.
> 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!