How All This Started

I am not sure what spurred (pun intended) me to start looking for a new horse.

I have a perfectly great horse.

Maybe it’s because she’s not MY horse.

And the idea that I will be ending my lease and losing this fantastic partner in August scared me.

A few facts:

*My budget for a new horse is $0-$1000. I’d prefer zero

*I am totally open to getting a green OTTB (off the track Thoroughbred) even though speed kinda scares me.

*I work in animal welfare so I have no excess money for a horse. Hence, the appeal of a cheap OTTB.

*I love love love love love Irish Sport Horses. This is solely due to the fact that I had one. Just one. And he was lame. But man I loved him. I still love him. He’s just living 2500 miles away from me and fully retired, so I don’t get to love on him anymore. Which makes me sad.

* I am a 38 year old adult with a full time job. I will never make a profession out of riding. But I love love love 3 day eventing. Even though I am not great at it, I love learning and getting better. And I love ribbons. Winning a ribbon at an event is like crack for me. I check them out when I register to see how badly I will want one. I always want one REALLY badly.

Ok. So, despite the fact that I still have 9 months with my amazing equine partner, one day I found myself on (Its like a or, depending on how you want to look at it). I would love to say that “Jameson” just came to me, but she didn’t. I typed in “Irish Sport Horse” “Under 5k” (apparently my budget has grown?) and “500 miles from zip code 83333”

And there she was. I mean, there wasn’t a picture or any information that made anyone but me stop at the ad, but it was an ISH, in Idaho, for under 5k.


There was a video from 6 years ago. She looked good 6 years ago. As in, not three legged or sway backed, so that’s a plus!

And a number to call.

I decided to email through the site instead. It made me feel far less committed.

Two days later the horse’s owner called. Apparently I had left a phone number on the email form.

We played phone tag for a couple days, and then I called him back and was greeted with the owner immediately going into a soliloquy about her breeding and how he went to Ireland to get semen and on and on. There was no hello, how are you or anything. In fact, I am not sure he even knew I was on the other end of the line, as I didn’t say a word for a full 2 minutes. When he was done, I had no idea what to say. I maybe should have listened better, but spent that entire 2 minutes fascinated that he hadn’t said hello, and excited to tell my friends about this crazy conversation.

In the end, John knew nothing I wanted to know about the horse and recommended I call the trainer.

So, I did. And she was moderately more helpful. But the pictures she sent of the horse tied to a tree with flowers in its hair didn’t really help me decide if it was the right horse for me.

But I decided it was worth a shot.  I mean, shes an ISH, the breed I am obsessed with! And, John said that if I bought her and didn’t like her, he would take her back and give me a full refund. Who does that? And how do I pass that up?

Now, who do I convince to make a drive to northern Idaho to visit her with me? Oh, wait, did I not mention she was at the tippy top of our very long state? We all have an image that comes to mind when someone says northern Idaho, right? Mine is of a bunch of skin heads with swastikas tattooed to their skulls drinking beers in a compound. (And to me a compound is a large white building with fluorescent lighting and no furniture. I don’t know why.) There was no way I was going to northern Idaho by myself. And yes, I look pretty Aryan. And yes, the skinheads have apparently moved out. But still, I have a Jewish last name and northern Idaho scares me.

Thank God for Meghan! She is willing to drive 9 and a half hours to go see a horse we know nothing about, that is totally out of my budget, all in the name of adventure! So, in a week we will head north! And the adventure begins!!


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

Hope's Promise

The blog of a dressage dream come(ing) true


An amateur eventer's adventures

Zen and the Art of Baby Horse Management

An inquiry into values and survival in a life with baby horses

the everything pony

who would really much rather eat all day

on Mules, Horses, and DIY

OTTBs and Oxers

Eventing. Hunters. Horsemanship.

Horse Glam

Equestrian. Life. Style.

The Frugal Foxhunter

More bang for your buck than showing

The Printable Pony

An amateur eventer's adventures

The Roaming Rider

"Don't live the same year 75 times and call it a life." - Robin Sharma

Urban Thoroughbred

West and East Coast adventures with OTTBs

Eventer in Progress

Laughing at oneself is best done as a group activity

Clover Ledge Farm

An amateur eventer's adventures

Eventing Saddlebred Style

An amateur eventer's adventures

The Repurposed Horse

An amateur eventer's adventures


An amateur eventer's adventures

Poor Woman Showing

An amateur eventer's adventures

Live Your Adventure

Tara - Horse lover, horse rider, horse enthusiast

SmartPak Blog

An amateur eventer's adventures

In Omnia Paratus

An amateur eventer's adventures

The Blog of Travel

Motorbikes, dogs and a lot of traveling.

Simple Changes

An off the track thoroughbred and his girl.

Hunky Hanoverian

An amateur eventer's adventures


An amateur eventer's adventures

Cob Jockey

An amateur eventer's adventures

She Moved to Texas

An amateur eventer's adventures

Guinness on Tap

An amateur eventer's adventures

Equestrian At Hart

adventures in riding & life

 Clover Ledge Farm

An amateur eventer's adventures

Viva Carlos

An amateur eventer's adventures

Horsemanship 101

Leprechaun Lane Training Center's Guide to Horsemanship

Horse humor and the musings of a weenie adult eventer

May As Well Event

Here's To Not Following Your Own Advice

A Yankee in Paris

No animals were harmed in the making of this blog...

Horse Listening

Horses. Riding. Life.


Becoming a student of horsemanship.

Chronicles of a "Mini-Pro"

Celebrating the incurable addiction which is being an equestrian

A Horse For Elinor

Dressage On A Dime

Charley's Angel Eventing

Just a High Schooler Living for Jesus & Ponies

%d bloggers like this: