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Cat Forum / Cat Anecdotes / May 2004Horse sense (OT)(Long)
My DW gives me so much entertainment it ought to be illegal. Some of you may recall I got her a horse for her birthday, almost exactly the color of the Budweiser Beer horses, but smaller. Patty gets a big kick out of riding him, because he is a professionally trained Tennessee Walker and has a great gait, according to DW; to me he feels as if I'm riding a bicycle over railroad tracks. Anywho, another lady who boards her Walker the same place we do is a real expert with them. The other day we were out there and this lady gets her horse out in the big arena and starts putting him through his paces. She has a big horsewhip and really makes him work. Patty and I both notice what a beautiful gait he has at a brisk canter. Just gorgeous. Well, nothing would do Patty but she's gotta do that. But she doesn't want to use the whip because she thinks it's cruel; she doesn't realize that that the whip is just for noise. It never touches the animal. So she gets her horse, Sneakers, out in the arena and tries to make him run by throwing her hands up in the air and shouting, "Run!" Sneakers responds by slowing down to a plodding walk. Before long Patty is worn plumb out, all hot and sweaty, and the horse is so bored he's about to fall asleep on his feet. I explain to Patty about how the whip works, so she jumps in the car and drives over to the feed store and buys a big horse whip. Any of you ever try to make a whip crack? :-) Patty gets out there in the middle of the arena, faces Sneakers with this "I'm the boss around here" look on her face, slowly snakes the end of the whip over her shoulder, and gives herself a crack on the right butt cheek that neither she, Sneakers, nor I will ever forget. And then she gets mad at me! She comes storming toward me to give me a piece of her mind (as if she could spare it), I'm standing there with a straight face, and the horse comes up behind her and gives her a nudge almost strong enough to knock her off her feet. That's when I lost it; I fell to my knees and wrapped my arms around her knees, and tell her please not to hit me with that whip, because if she tries she'll hit herself again and get me in real trouble. ROFL. Years ago, after a lot of practice, this big-city critter learned and to this day can crack a bullwhip (dunno what a horsewhip is) like Lash Larue (remember him?...well, probably not.....try Zorro). What your DW needs is practice. : My DW gives me so much entertainment it ought to be illegal. : [quoted text clipped - 36 lines] : knees, and tell her please not to hit me with that whip, because if she : tries she'll hit herself again and get me in real trouble. >ROFL. Years ago, after a lot of practice, this big-city critter learned and >to this day can crack a bullwhip (dunno what a horsewhip is) like Lash Larue >(remember him?...well, probably not.....try Zorro). Indiana Jones? Theresa alt.tv.frasier FAQ: http://www.im-listening.net/FAQ/ Single-mindedness is all very well in cows or baboons; in an animal claiming to belong to the same species as Shakespeare it is simply disgraceful. (Aldous Huxley) Of course I remember Lash Larue. When I was about 7 or 8 he inspired me to make my own whip (a long piece of rope) and try to learn how to use it. I cracked my own butt a few times with it, as well as my ear, the back of my head. . .Never did get it to go "Crack!" More like "Pffft." That reminds me of when my son was a teenager, he saw Bruce Lee in the movies fighting with Num Chucks, also known as Nunchaku. I was sitting reading the paper and DJ was standing in front of me whipping those things about. I couldn't see what he was doing, but the sound effects cracked me up: "Whish, whish, thump, Owwww." Repeat over and over. He was beating himself to death. Finally the Chucks got away from him and went right through my newspaper, narrowly missing my head. > ROFL. Years ago, after a lot of practice, this big-city critter learned and > to this day can crack a bullwhip (dunno what a horsewhip is) like Lash Larue > (remember him?...well, probably not.....try Zorro). What your DW needs is > practice. > That reminds me of when my son was a teenager, he saw Bruce Lee in the > movies fighting with Num Chucks, also known as Nunchaku. I was sitting [quoted text clipped - 3 lines] > was beating himself to death. Finally the Chucks got away from him and > went right through my newspaper, narrowly missing my head. My big brother made something like that out of two chair legs with some chain inbetween when he was a kid. Luckily the chair was something he'd found in a rubbish heap and not one of our chairs at home, or he'd have got an earful from mom. Might be close in age with your son. I'm born in '63 and my bro in '61. (My parents are mom - 1939/dad - 1935, and I've been under the impression that you're in or close to your 60's too??)  SignatureChristine in Vantaa, Finland christal63 (at) yahoo (dot) com photos: http://photos.yahoo.com/christal63 Laku: DS B G 4.11 Y L W C+ I+++ T++/- A+ E H+ S+ V++ F Q+ P- B PA PL Hi, Christine Pretty close; I was born in '41, my son in '68. Cheers, Dave >> That reminds me of when my son was a teenager, he saw Bruce Lee in the >> movies fighting with Num Chucks, also known as Nunchaku. I was sitting [quoted text clipped - 10 lines] > '63 and my bro in '61. (My parents are mom - 1939/dad - 1935, and I've > been under the impression that you're in or close to your 60's too??) SignatureÐÏࡱá >> That reminds me of when my son was a teenager, he saw Bruce Lee in >> the movies fighting with Num Chucks, also known as Nunchaku. I [quoted text clipped - 12 lines] >mom - 1939/dad - 1935, and I've been under the impression that >you're in or close to your 60's too??) When my father was in his early teens, he and his two brothers (one older, one younger) turned a forked tree in the back yard into a giant slingshot. They stretched a bicycle inner tube between trunks, and launched a fist-sized rock. It went considerably farther than they expected, right in through the clapboard wall of the house, just missing their mother. As you might expect, they were in serious trouble with both parents over that experiment. SignatureJohn F. Eldredge -- john@jfeldredge.com PGP key available from http://pgp.mit.edu "Reserve your right to think, for even to think wrongly is better than not to think at all." -- Hypatia of Alexandria > That reminds me of when my son was a teenager, he saw Bruce Lee in the > movies fighting with Num Chucks, also known as Nunchaku. I was sitting > reading the paper and DJ was standing in front of me whipping those > things about. I couldn't see what he was doing, but the sound effects > cracked me up: "Whish, whish, thump, Owwww." Wow, you certainly were a tolerant parent! I can't even imagine my father letting me play with something like that in the house, let alone with him in range! And my parents weren't overly strict - they just didn't like fast-moving objects flying around the house. :) Glad you survived! (And that your son did, too. :)) Joyce Hi, Joyce You're probably right. However, I started training the kid in Hop Ki Do when he was 4, and I hated to restrict his activities along that line. Along that same note, he decided when he was 17 and had grown to a respectable 6'3" and 190 lbs. that he could take the old man in the ring, our dojo (gym) at home. I tried to talk him out of it, but he insisted. The fight lasted about 15 seconds. That was when I taught him you never teach anyone everything you know. > > That reminds me of when my son was a teenager, he saw Bruce Lee in the > > movies fighting with Num Chucks, also known as Nunchaku. I was sitting [quoted text clipped - 10 lines] > > Joyce SignatureÐÏࡱá > That reminds me of when my son was a teenager, he saw Bruce Lee in the > movies fighting with Num Chucks, also known as Nunchaku. I was sitting [quoted text clipped - 3 lines] > was beating himself to death. Finally the Chucks got away from him and > went right through my newspaper, narrowly missing my head. LOL, one of our friends gave Mike a set of foam padded numchaku when he was a kid. They're still floating around here somewhere. He didn't hurt himself or anyone else, but that's mainly because of the padding. He tried hard enough. IIRC, this was during his teen-age mutant ninja period when he swore that he'd lose his turtle powers if he didn't get pizza every day. Aren't kids great? Pam S. Tanada <tanada@earthlink.net> had some very interesting things to say about Re: Horse sense (OT)(Long): >LOL, one of our friends gave Mike a set of foam padded numchaku when he >was a kid. They're still floating around here somewhere. He didn't >hurt himself or anyone else, but that's mainly because of the padding. >He tried hard enough. IIRC, this was during his teen-age mutant ninja >period when he swore that he'd lose his turtle powers if he didn't get >pizza every day. Aren't kids great? I was recently in Burger King and saw that the Turtles were kids' meal toys. I mentioned to the cashier that I thought the Turtles had been popular originally in the early- to mid-80's. She commented that she hadn't yet been born when they were originally out. [sigh] Of course, my current job has me feeling kinda elderly [at 34]. Most of my colleagues are college students, with some HS-age types and a few more mature types. I have co-workers I could have given birth to. :-( Signature"Don't mess with major appliances unless you know what you are doing (or unless your life insurance policy is up-to-date)." - John, RCFL > Tanada <tanada@earthlink.net> had some very interesting things to say > about Re: Horse sense (OT)(Long): [quoted text clipped - 15 lines] > few more mature types. I have co-workers I could have given birth to. > :-( Thats exactly how I felt when the new work experience kids arrive for their summer work. One particularly nice looking young man was quite happy to inform me that he wasn't even born until after I left highschool. At that point I realised just how old I appeared in his eyes (not to mention *heavily* pregnant at the time) and realised that despite the fact I may have considered him rather good looking, he certainly wasn't considering me at all. In fact, I could have been his Mum! it also takes me by surprise when the radio does the "classic hits" thing, and says "this was a hit 20 years ago" and I'm *still* enjoying the music it came out yesterday..... And realising that the guys from Duran Duran are like *50* now and don't look all that drop-dead-sexy anymore.... Or when I look down at Cary and realise I'm a Mum, and all Mums, by *definition*, are grown ups. Thats when i start to feel old..... Yowie (also 34) >Thats exactly how I felt when the new work experience kids arrive for their >summer work. One particularly nice looking young man was quite happy to [quoted text clipped - 17 lines] > >Yowie (also 34) Thinking music, what *really* hurts is watching Top of the Pops 2, a retro music programme which shows hits from the Sixties up until the present day. They can show footage of something that was absolutely *massive* five years ago, and chances are it won't mean a thing to me. But show a clip of a minor hit by a one-hit wonder from twenty or so years ago, and that's a different matter entirely .... frequently, Rich and I are word-perfect on lyrics. Do we need to get out more? SignatureCathi A bit more than 34. > >Thats exactly how I felt when the new work experience kids arrive for their > >summer work. One particularly nice looking young man was quite happy to [quoted text clipped - 25 lines] > years ago, and that's a different matter entirely .... frequently, Rich > and I are word-perfect on lyrics. I"m always amazed that I can remember all the lyrics from a song I haven't heard in 20 years, but can't find the car keys that I put down less than 5 minutes ago. Methinks my brain stores the wrong stuff..... Yowie >> That reminds me of when my son was a teenager, he saw Bruce Lee in the >> movies fighting with Num Chucks, also known as Nunchaku. I was sitting [quoted text clipped - 12 lines] > >Pam S. He was right. I definitely lose my turtle powers if I don't have pizza every day. Theresa My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com alt.tv.frasier FAQ: http://www.im-listening.net/FAQ/ > ROFL. Years ago, after a lot of practice, this big-city critter learned and > to this day can crack a bullwhip (dunno what a horsewhip is) like Lash Larue > (remember him?...well, probably not.....try Zorro). What your DW needs is > practice. Or how about some lessons from the man who taught Catwoman? http://www.delongis.com/ADLactionclass.html in particular http://www.delongis.com/first6.html (I've seen him in action - he's fab in RL) SignatureJette "Work for Peace and remain Fiercely Loving" - Jim Byrnes jette@blueyonder.co.uk http://www.jette.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/ > My DW gives me so much entertainment it ought to be illegal. > [quoted text clipped - 4 lines] > Tennessee Walker and has a great gait, according to DW; to me he feels > as if I'm riding a bicycle over railroad tracks. > Anywho, another lady who boards her Walker the same place we do is a > real expert with them. The other day we were out there and this lady [quoted text clipped - 30 lines] > her knees, and tell her please not to hit me with that whip, because > if she tries she'll hit herself again and get me in real trouble. ROFL!!!! Er, that would be the proper gait! LOL Now this is my first *ever* memory, okay? We are talking about me being slightly less than a year old. My great-great uncle raised walkers but also had a nag in the corral. So my family is visiting these folks, the Stokely's. Dad puts me up on this nag and they are all standing there, talking. Each with (of course) bourbon on the rocks - what else would you serve your great grand nephew in Virginia except mint juleps? So I'm sitting on this horse and she twitches her tail and I fall off and start crying. My mother never believed I remembered that until I described them standing there, holding rocks glasses. Like a -1 year old would have a clue what rocks glasses were, the colour of the liquid or how to describe that damned corral and the ugly nag they put me on. It's amazing I ever got on a horse again <G> Uh, don't give me a whip, okay? Jill > And then she gets mad at me! She comes storming toward me to give me a > piece of her mind (as if she could spare it) LOL - I was going to say that maybe you shouldn't anger a woman with a whip in her hand, but in this case, it sounds like you weren't in much danger. :) Maybe she could take lessons? Joyce ROFL, Dave -- this is priceless! Thanks for the laugh and purrs for Patty's posterior! Christine > My DW gives me so much entertainment it ought to be illegal. > [quoted text clipped - 36 lines] > knees, and tell her please not to hit me with that whip, because if she > tries she'll hit herself again and get me in real trouble. > My DW gives me so much entertainment it ought to be illegal. That is *too* funny!!! BTW, what is a gait? SignatureVictor Martinez Owned and operated by the Fantastic Seven (TM) Send your spam here: uce@ftc.gov Email me here: pistorLITTER@BOXaustin.rr.com Hi, Victor A horse's 'gait' is his rate of travel; i.e., walk (paso), trot (trote), lope (?), canter (?), or gallop (galope). Those are the only ones I can think of, but there may be others. Cheers, Dave >> My DW gives me so much entertainment it ought to be illegal. > > That is *too* funny!!! BTW, what is a gait? SignatureÐÏࡱá > Hi, Victor > A horse's 'gait' is his rate of travel; i.e., walk (paso), trot > (trote), lope (?), canter (?), or gallop (galope). Those are the only > ones I can think of, but there may be others. > Cheers, > Dave Now you are scaring me. A lope and a canter are the same. (One is a common Western riding term, the other a common Emglish riding term, same pace.) A gait is not just the pace, it is the style. Not all horses are gaited horses. Gaited horses tend to have a trained (and often bred) style to their walk and trot. My Quarter horses are not going to be able to look like a Tennessee Walker, pretty much no matter what I do. The Tennessee Walker has a high stepping gait, Quarter horses tend to drag their toes given half a chance. Quarter horses are not gaited as a rule. It seems to me from what you've written, you and your wife should seek out a trainer to help you learn more about your horse, and maybe horses in general. I've been a rider since I was about 10 years old, and now own my own Quarter Horse filly, and I am still learning new things every day, and taking classes or going to shows at all opportunities. I am also still regularly getting my butt kicked and having to teach my girl what I want from her so that we are both safe. If your stories are not just for amusement, you should really look into classes and/or a trainer. TBird <---- wouldn't have the slightest clue what to do with a gaited horse in regards to groundwork.... > >> My DW gives me so much entertainment it ought to be illegal. > > > > That is *too* funny!!! BTW, what is a gait? >My DW gives me so much entertainment it ought to be illegal. > [quoted text clipped - 29 lines] > >And then she gets mad at me! Well, of course she was mad, it was obviously your fault ;-) >She comes storming toward me to give me a >piece of her mind (as if she could spare it), I'm standing there with a [quoted text clipped - 4 lines] >knees, and tell her please not to hit me with that whip, because if she >tries she'll hit herself again and get me in real trouble. Perhaps you might suggest of crop instead of a whip ROTFL SignatureSteve Touchstone, faithful servant of Sammy, Little Bit and Rocky stouchst@JUNKsirinet.net [remove Junk for email] Home Page: http://www.sirinet.net/~stouchst/index.html Cat Pix: http://www.sirinet.net/~stouchst/animals.html > >My DW gives me so much entertainment it ought to be illegal. > > [quoted text clipped - 41 lines] > > Perhaps you might suggest of crop instead of a whip A crop is for riding. They were attempting groundwork, sounds like. TBird <---- a little worried > ROTFL While this was an absolutely hysterically funny story.... Ummm.... has your wife doen groundwork before? It seems it was all new to her the way you tell the story. And the horse getting close enough to nudge her is actually a potentially dangerous habit. I've been to several classes with trainers, and groundwork is still something I have to work at. I use a lariat rather than a whip; for one think it makes more noise against my hip, I can wave it to get the horse moving, and I can throw part of it if they don't do as asked. AND, I never risk snapping myself in the butt with it. ;-) TBird <--- strong believe in horse training classes for horse trainers ;-) > My DW gives me so much entertainment it ought to be illegal. > [quoted text clipped - 36 lines] > knees, and tell her please not to hit me with that whip, because if she > tries she'll hit herself again and get me in real trouble. Thanks, TBird My wife's family raised horses and she has been around them since childhood. She's pretty knowledgeable, much more than I. I had a quarter horse when I was a kid, but that's been 50 years ago. The one time I rode Sneakers, it was almost a fight to the death ("Don't ride through the stables!!!" "Tell that to the damn horse!!!") I have been known to use artistic license on occasion. :-) > While this was an absolutely hysterically funny story.... > [quoted text clipped - 50 lines] >>knees, and tell her please not to hit me with that whip, because if she >>tries she'll hit herself again and get me in real trouble. SignatureÐÏࡱá > Thanks, TBird > My wife's family raised horses and she has been around them since [quoted text clipped - 3 lines] > the stables!!!" "Tell that to the damn horse!!!") > I have been known to use artistic license on occasion. :-) Okay - 'cos you were really starting to scare me! TBird <---- much relieved ;-) > > While this was an absolutely hysterically funny story.... > > [quoted text clipped - 50 lines] > >>knees, and tell her please not to hit me with that whip, because if she > >>tries she'll hit herself again and get me in real trouble. > I have been known to use artistic license on occasion. :-) On occasion?!? Oh, yeah, you're using that artistic license again. >Thanks, TBird > My wife's family raised horses and she has been around them since >childhood. She's pretty knowledgeable, much more than I. I had a quarter >horse when I was a kid, but that's been 50 years ago. The one time I >rode Sneakers, it was almost a fight to the death ("Don't ride through >the stables!!!" "Tell that to the damn horse!!!") Your expert horsemanship sounds like mine. I admit I am rather lost in all this "groundwork" and such lingo..... I had the same horse for 20 years, I got her when I was 7. She was a paint mare, 17 hands high. I couldn't heave a saddle on her by myself, so I just led her over to the doghouse, climbed on it, then "mounted" the horse bareback. But first, in order to catch the horse, I had to put the bridle in a bucket. Make no mistake, the horse was much smarter than me and even that didn't always work. I braided ribbons in that poor horse's tail & mane and she suffered hats, and all sorts of ridiculous girly things. I still don't know a thing about proper horsmanship, but I managed to stay on (most of the time) and I dearly loved that horse. Sherry >While this was an absolutely hysterically funny story.... > [quoted text clipped - 9 lines] > >TBird <--- strong believe in horse training classes for horse trainers ;-) I envy you. I am a big city girl, but I am lucky enough to live very close to a riding stable, where I go visit the horses often. The horses are like local celebrities-- along with being ridden and cooed over by teenage girls, they are regularly visited by the tiny people of a nearby day-care center. They (the horses) really seem to enjoy this attention. I swung by this very morning on my run, and saw little Oreo, a pinto Shetland, out in the mini-paddock. He's a very affable little guy, and will put up with scratching and cooing even if you don't have any carrots. ;) Theresa alt.tv.frasier FAQ: http://www.im-listening.net/FAQ/ Single-mindedness is all very well in cows or baboons; in an animal claiming to belong to the same species as Shakespeare it is simply disgraceful. (Aldous Huxley) Uh...you can no more teach anyone to crack a bullwhip online than you can teach them to play tennis....but if anyone has an urge that surfaced to crack bullwhip (probably longer and bigger than horsewhip, but since I don't know what a horsewhip is, who knows?) here's a tip: Never, repeat never, while practicing, did I whap myself in the behind with the thing...the way to fling it is way over to the side, fling sideways with a strong wrist snap at the end. Do NOT fling it overhead like a softball nor underhand like a baseball. It should be at your side and well away from your body at beginning of throw. End of questionably useful 411. LOL. : >While this was an absolutely hysterically funny story.... : > [quoted text clipped - 27 lines] : claiming to belong to the same species as Shakespeare it is simply disgraceful. : (Aldous Huxley) If I sounded a little superior there, I take it back. Today was the first time I tried to crack that whip, and it ain't easy. On my second try I managed to snag my glasses and sling them across the arena. First try just kinda went 'thump.' Did you ever see a horse laugh so hard he cried? > My DW gives me so much entertainment it ought to be illegal. SignatureWelshmen like to sing, but to me it sounds as if someone is jumping from a high place into a bathtub full of frogs. And every time I stepped out of the car to relieve myself, the sheep would back towards me with expectant looks on their faces. |
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