Monday, June 19, 2006

The Rundown

Life has been busy, busy, busy. Not as hectic as it was when I was on the road most of the year showing horses, but still way faster paced than the way that I have been living since I moved back to my hometown in December.

Saturday night was the first time ever that I think that my father and I have ever really talked.

Seriously.

I sold one of the colts I had in training (yay! commission money), and the buyers are on the east coast, so they used a professional horse hauler to take the horse they purchased sight unseen to his new home. This hauler uses semis and special air-ride horse trailers that can carry 15 horses.



The haulers had called on Friday to let me know that they would be arriving somewhere between 10 PM and Midnight Saturday night. Whenever they roll through is when they pick up the horses...I've had horses picked up or dropped off at all hours; many times I have slept in my clothes, waiting for my "one hour to destination" call that tells me I better wake up, roll out of bed, put a ball cap on and pull my boots on so that I can go to the barn and start wrapping legs and double checking paper work.

I received my one hour to destination call around 8:45PM; the hauler is a buddy of mine, so I told him he could take his rest here at the farm...him and his father would also be able to water all of the horses on the load and replace hay bags. So I didn't need to wrap the colts legs for at least an hour after they pulled in the drive.

So I hung out with my dad on their front porch, drinking beer and shooting the shit. I figured, what the hell, it was Father's Day the next day. Plus, he was half-way lit, and actually being a NICE drinker. But there are reasons I can count the number of times I have drank with my father on only one hand.

We didn't delve into too deep of conversation before the haulers got there...talked mainly about jobs and horses. Mainly horses...how I was sick of the people in the society show horse world, and how I was thinking of selling all of my show clothes and tack. And that's THOUSANDS of dollars of equipment. But why the hell have it when I don't want to use it.

I just want to have the passion back that I had when I was younger, totally devoted to just my horse and enjoying the ride.

Something I have been wanting to do is to get a serious barrel horse to compete on, and he was all for it...even gave me the thumbs up on buying a new gooseneck trailer through the corporation...which I could do anyway, but it's nice when we don't fight over stuff.

After about an hour, two beers, and a handful of pretzels, I noticed the rig coming down the road, lights glowing from the windows of the trailer. It was showtime.

-Continued tomorrow-

8 Comments:

Blogger Chris said...

Wish I could drink beer with my dad. I've never seen either of my parents drink any kind of alcohol. Really makes for boring family get-togethers.

9:59 AM  
Blogger brian said...

afternoon my friend,

The first thing is, why do you wrap the horses's legs for transport?

Second, thanks for stopping by.

Third, this is the only place I am going to say this. I havn't spoken to my father in over 15 years, so reading all the comments everywhere has not been fun.

Passion for something that had faded is tough. Not knowing if you'll ever get it back. I am glad that you and your father could spend some time together without hitting a minefield.

Love 'ya

P.S. The sestina carnival #1 will be this Friday 23rd.

10:08 AM  
Blogger O Ceallaigh said...

Want to wait for the rest of this before commenting. I can imagine what the dad might be thinkin' ...

and I can't get rid of the earworm so you get it too. so there.

Don't you ever ask them why
If they told you you would cry
So just look at them and sigh
And know they love you.

12:54 PM  
Blogger BarnGoddess said...

nice rig! I would LOVE to have something like that...

my old guy enjoys having his legs wrapped-he also enjoys his shipping boots, velcro and all...hes silly tho! on the other hand Zev hates his shipping boots and having his tail wrapped, but hes a fussy brat!

12:56 PM  
Blogger Miz BoheMia said...

I cannot really comment on whether such moments with one's father are rare or not... I never grew up with mine and started to know him when I was 21 so it is trippy to say the least...

... whatever kind of time spent together or connection made is worthwhile and if used wisely can be built into something beautiful so I am glad you had that moment with your dad! Here's to many more my friend and ooooh! More to come? YAY FO' SHO'!

2:16 PM  
Blogger Cowgirl said...

Chris, I need alcohol to tolerate most of my family get togethers. ;)

Brian, wrapping horses legs for transport is something that some people do, and some people don't. It protects the legs and often is more for piece of mind than anything.

I hardly ever ship horses without front wraps and often bell boots, but often leave them of the hind end...more so because most of the horses I have wear a lot of shoe on their front feet that sticks out past their natural hoof and are barefoot in the back.

In the wrong hands, wraps/bandages and other protective gear can cause more harm than good. So unknowledgeable people shouldn't even attempt it.

O'C...not sure if you would be able to guess what my Dad is thinking...especially when he has been drinking. ;)

Barngoddess, if you ever need horses transported across country, I know some people. ;)

I like how some horses walk with shipping boots on...so hilarious!

Miz B, not sure I am going to go out of my way to have talks with my dad. Our relationship is strained to say the least.

2:25 PM  
Blogger O Ceallaigh said...

cowgirl, I suggest that there might be more similarity in what dads are thinking than you might realize. Differences, however, are profound in what gets expressed, and when.

I'd probably bore you 'cause I'm a lifelong alcohol avoider who's been drunk exactly once. So I would have trouble relating to "when he's been drinking". But that's precisely why I don't. Something I'd prefer not to find out. My sins when sober are plenty sufficient.

3:24 PM  
Anonymous shayna said...

HA! Getting a little alcohol in my mom is the best way to tolerate her... my dad... well, one drink and he is gone! :)

Can't wait until tomorrow... :)

7:50 PM  

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