A dog may be man's best friend but the horse wrote history. - Author Unknown
"Each time he floats through the air, I am for an instant free from problems, free from critical coaches and unhappy people, free from flat tires and expensive truck repairs, free from the laws of gravity and velocity, free from earthly constraints.” Jim Wofford
Custom saddle Marty Kosel - Columbus, Montana. Bowden built rawhide covered tree - 5 year warranty on tree. 16" finished inlay seat with 5" Guadalajara horn. $2000
This saddle is made by J.Stead. It is a wade with a 15.5" inlay seat. Built on a rawhide covered tree with semi QH bars. It is in excellent used condition. $1725
I have a PD Gilger wade saddle made in Belle Fourche, SD. It is in excellent used condition. It has a 14" hard seat and rawhide covered tree with Semi QH bars. $875
AQHA Dun gelding - Redfords Sage # 5531791
2013 AQHA Dun gelding. Sage is broke to ride. $2500
APHA Black overo gelding - Maxs Lil Spark # 1,003,097
2010 APHA Black overo gelding. Spark is broke to ride and likes trail rides. $1950
APHA Black overo gelding - Ima Foxy Max #968,835
2009 APHA Black overo gelding. Maxdee Blue x PR Mans Black Fox. He has had 45 days of riding. $1500
APHA Black overo gelding - Stetson Max # 1,017,501
SOLD to Ashton Coreyell Bailey, Worthing, SD. 2012 APHA Black overo gelding. Colorful and cute black overo gelding. Cute little gelding with a nice attitude.
APHA Black overo gelding - Slick to the Max #968,076
SOLD to Sam Gibson, Michigan. 2009 APHA Black overo gelding. Maxdee Blue x RC Slick Te Watch. He has had 45 days of riding.
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!