For The Cowboys Out There

NPDH

-- You can discover more about a person in an hour of play than in a year of conversation. (Plato)

Nice, PaD’naH’ ??

-- "Functional WoodArt" by Debbie, Canada (http://www.execulink.com/~yohan)

No Pictures Didn’t Happen :)

-- You can discover more about a person in an hour of play than in a year of conversation. (Plato)

well, I was DRIVING .
hmph..
(pouting)

-- "Functional WoodArt" by Debbie, Canada (http://www.execulink.com/~yohan)

Haha, I saw Belgian and thought you were talking about beer.

-- Log...log...it's big, it's heavy, it's wood!

same comment: I was DRIVING hehhehehehh

-- "Functional WoodArt" by Debbie, Canada (http://www.execulink.com/~yohan)

Sure it wasn’t a moose then?

-- A mind, like a home, is furnished by its owner

I never thought of that!
“A man and his moose”

that reminds me of the story our neighbour told of one of his moose hunting trips … while at a restaurant, he talked to a bunch of excited hunters about hunting success… he knew there was a problem when he looked out and saw the horse shoes on the hooves sticking out of the back of the truck.

-- "Functional WoodArt" by Debbie, Canada (http://www.execulink.com/~yohan)

I saw a Belgian…oh sorry that was the waffle I had for breakfast.. ;@)

-- Women love me.....trees fear me

NPDH
lol

-- "Functional WoodArt" by Debbie, Canada (http://www.execulink.com/~yohan)

NPDH, maybe is wasn’t a man?

-- A mind, like a home, is furnished by its owner

hahahaha
hmmm .. Santa and his moose.. well i guess Santa is a man….

-- "Functional WoodArt" by Debbie, Canada (http://www.execulink.com/~yohan)

Belgain ? sure it wasn’t methodist ? maybe unorthodox ?

-- ..... art for lifes sake

You saw a Belgian while driving? Were you driving in the Congo?

-- You can discover more about a person in an hour of play than in a year of conversation. (Plato)

where are the cowboys???? aren’t they ever going to come to my rescue..
wahhhh :((

-- "Functional WoodArt" by Debbie, Canada (http://www.execulink.com/~yohan)

I am getting this vision of Billy Crystal in sheepskin chaps and huge sombrero riding off into the sunset on a giant Belgian-Moose-side saddle.

Is that pretty much what you saw Ms. Deb?

Bob

-- A mind, like a home, is furnished by its owner

hahaha with little hearts floating up from the heads of the moose and the cowboy.. yah.. I think you have convinced me… that must be what I saw

-- "Functional WoodArt" by Debbie, Canada (http://www.execulink.com/~yohan)

Aw, shucks, Debbie, I believe ya. I’ve had some pretty interesting confabs with Belgian horses. ‘course I was mostly talking to the rear end of ‘em. Far’s I can tell they mostly agreed with me. I aske dol’ Dolly if she wanted some oaks and she answered, “A feeewwwww.”

-- Thos. Angle, Owyhee Design, Oregon

lol
finally… a horse – man :)

not a moose – non/man

-- "Functional WoodArt" by Debbie, Canada (http://www.execulink.com/~yohan)

Debbie, you’re not going to be operating any heavy machinery in the next while, are you?

-- You can discover more about a person in an hour of play than in a year of conversation. (Plato)

actually, Tom, I wish I did have my camera ready (and wasn’t driving).. it was a very touching moment. I kinda felt like I was intruding

-- "Functional WoodArt" by Debbie, Canada (http://www.execulink.com/~yohan)

lol no Tom… and I’m not caring for any infants either

-- "Functional WoodArt" by Debbie, Canada (http://www.execulink.com/~yohan)

She was only a horseman’s daughter but… all the horsemen knew her!

gd&r

Bob

-- A mind, like a home, is furnished by its owner

ah back to the Debbie Does … Dallas joke i see ;)

-- "Functional WoodArt" by Debbie, Canada (http://www.execulink.com/~yohan)

nope

-- ..... art for lifes sake

They knew her, but did any of them get tattoos?

-- You can discover more about a person in an hour of play than in a year of conversation. (Plato)

There was an old boy back home in Gurnsey, Wyoming, I think. He had a pair of Belgian’s that where some of the best work horses around. I remember seeing him at the Wyoming State Fair horse pulls and he always won. Beautiful creatures with an amazing disposition that breed is.

the ones in the area are so beautiful.. first time I’ve ever seen one running and then that special moment.. it was pretty cool

(Dan .. you must have got thrown from a horse. You’re upside down!)

-- "Functional WoodArt" by Debbie, Canada (http://www.execulink.com/~yohan)

just entertaining my wife.

She’s taking a class this evening and I know when she gets home, Peggy will surf LJ’s and see what I’ve been doing on here .

I’ll tell her it must be a virus on Martin’s site and probably believe me for about ten seconds.

Peggy will bug me all night long until I change the picture back.

just having too much fun around here.

-- ..... art for lifes sake

Last time i drove a horse i had a wreck. Funny how they know just what height and size of tree limb will get you off their back.

-- miles125, Alabama.."Architecture is frozen music""

So are you going back tomorrow with your camera. Or is this going to be like OspreyBait in her blog on her web site in the pages “Stuff Happens”

-- Karson Southern Delaware karson_morrison@bigfoot.com

o.k. that’s enough pickin on our Ms. Debbie.

If she saw it, that’s good enough for me.

Cheers
Bob

-- A mind, like a home, is furnished by its owner

Dog or horse?

Deb, this brought back a memory to me.

Years ago my company was asked to put together some marketing material for a Belgian breeding farm out in Chester County, PA. The owner says why don’t I stop out and get a tour of the farm and see what goes on there. I say sure and we set a time for me to stop out.

Well now, I’m a city boy born and bred and I’m figuring that what takes place is they send the girl horse out into a pasture and a bit later the guy horse shows up, maybe with some flowers and a box of chocolates or something, and they let romance take it from there, if the girl horse takes a shine to the guy horse of course.

I show up and the horse farm is beautiful with a tree lined entrance road and daisies and wildflowers all over the place. Beautiful stables and buildings and stuff everywhere. The owner says “we’re about to get a couple of our horses together. Want to come watch?” Well, I’m thinking it seems kinda rude to intrude on a new romance but it may be kinda nice to see a couple of young horses share a bottle of wine and some conversation before retreating to the privacy of a stable room (with heart shaped stall of course) so I say “sure, lead on.”

I’m sure at this point Thos. Angle and the other cowboys out there are just shaking their heads and rolling around on the floor laughing at my naivity but suffice to say that what took place was anything but romantic and there were no flowers or wine to be seen. Not even a Frank Sinatra song playing in the background.

What I saw defies being described on this site and rates right up there as a Top 10 on my shock-o-meter. The term “getting it on” does not do it justice. Perhaps Thos. can describe it in proper words but I would be at a loss to do so and believe I am still traumatized by it to this day.

LOL. Thanks alot for reminding me of this Deb. Lordy.

-- Better to say nothing and be thought the fool... then to speak and erase all doubt.

Chip They had a presentation on “Dirty Jobs” that covered this demonstration that you were able to visit.

-- Karson Southern Delaware karson_morrison@bigfoot.com

Around these here parts, we call it whipstocking. A term also affectionately used by directional drillers.

-- You can discover more about a person in an hour of play than in a year of conversation. (Plato)

What you saw is how breed farms/ranches go about the business of choosing the blood line. There are other ways of course with artificial insemination being one. Another being turning the stud out to pasture with a group of mares.

I know that what you saw was quite the deal and I for one have no words to describe it other than its mans way of helping out.

BTW, wait until you have to help clean the stud. Or did they do that just prior to the festivities?

No Buckskin but I imagine it was akin to a fireman cleaning off his fire hoses. Lord have mercy.

-- Better to say nothing and be thought the fool... then to speak and erase all doubt.

And a mare in estrus can be pretty shocking too.

-- "Bordnerizing" perfectly good lumber for over a decade.

Whiile we are talking about horses -

There is a little debate here in Georgia (amongst a few lawyers) about whether or not how to feed a horse is common knowledge. Seems a young lady went to a ranch and while there had fed something to a horse by holding it in her fingers and the horse bit at least one off.

Now, I’ve known all my life that you feed a horse with an open palm and many of us think that that is common knowledge. Others who are only city bred think that feeding a horse requires a guidebook and that the owner should have told the girl (mid 20’s) how to feed the horse or at least had a sign that told how to feed a horse. For failure to do so she wants a lawyer to sue the horse owner for damages.

LJ’s are the most diverse group and sensible group of folks I know of.
Is how to feed a horse common knowledge or not?
Unless you just want to fill up this post please respond to leelaw@mindspring.com

-- No piece is cut too short. It was meant for a smaller project.

bet that hurt ! ouch !

-- ..... art for lifes sake

Here is an interesting tid-bit of useless horse triva to throw in here….PREMARIN…the hormone replacement given to human ladies is called premarin because it’s made from PREgnant MAre uRINe…..chew that one over. And they use mostly large bodied horses such as Belgians because big horses make more urine.

Adrian

-- Adrian ..... The 11th Commandment...."Thou Shalt Not Buy A Wobble Dado"

All this because Debbie ordered waffles?

-- You can discover more about a person in an hour of play than in a year of conversation. (Plato)

now aren’t you glad I said something? The Lord works in mysterious ways, now, doesn’t he??!!!

-- "Functional WoodArt" by Debbie, Canada (http://www.execulink.com/~yohan)

This blog has taken some strange twists.

Chip, what you saw has nothing to do with love and everything to do with nature and biology. Animals are not people in fur coats. 5 minutes later neither animal even thought about what happened. I’ve known a few people like that. The human part of the process has to do with keeping two valuable animals safe during the process. It’s quite different out on the range. A stud bunch out on the range is a totaly different environment than the controled process on a breeding farm. Most of the natural instincts of the range horse are not developed by the barn raised horses and they would get hurt pretty bad in a natural situation.

Years ago, I had a neighbor get his knee busted all to pieces when his stud came off a mare. This can be a dangerous business. He was AI ing(artificial imsemination) a bunch of mares and asked me to come and help him out. Well, he was my neighbor and the breeding season is short so I said I’d do it. I learned a lot in two weeks but have never used the knowledge again. If Chip had watched that process he would still be speechless. The worst part was that his wife was my main helper. I’m not real bashful, but that was little tough. Collecting seman is not for the faint hearted.

I find it sad how far we as a people have come in the last 75 years. We are so far removed from the world of agriculture that it is like a foreign country to most. It is too bad, because we are all dependent on it to eat. Believe it or not , food does not originate in the supermarket. No, Lee I would have to say that most people do not know the proper way to feed a horse. Most people today are not sure how to feed themselves.

-- Thos. Angle, Owyhee Design, Oregon

Note to self…..feed horse sugar cube on the end of a boat paddle.

-- miles125, Alabama.."Architecture is frozen music""

Okay, Tom and I can feed a horse with out loosing our fingers. Anybody else?

I can. I can.
don’t you just “toss and run” haha.

-- "Functional WoodArt" by Debbie, Canada (http://www.execulink.com/~yohan)

Damn I dropped my blackberry in that steaming pile of muddy looking grass???????
I was born and raised in West Texas, I know how to feed a horse.

I had horses, so i know how. You hold it and they run at you. Just don’t get in the way of them and food.

-- Karson Southern Delaware karson_morrison@bigfoot.com

Karson, I laffed till I cried from your comments. It took me back to the first time I rode bare backed into the little town I was born in. When we turned the horses back toward the barn after riding most of the day, they took off like a shot…....until they came upon a barbedwire fence at the stalls which they promptly threw me into to get to their feed…....wasn’t pretty. Learned a real lesson though.

I can feed a horse and not get my fingers bit off and I can amaze uneducated people that I can get a horse that I have never meet before to go back in the pen when I drive by and see them standing in the front yard. Kinda grew up around them.

My best memory of horses was back when I was in the boy scouts and we went to a horse arena and made the mistake of getting on the nice pretty black one, the champion roper, and backed him into the starting shute and spurred him….AND THE RIDE WAS ON.

-- Adrian ..... The 11th Commandment...."Thou Shalt Not Buy A Wobble Dado"

When I was a little tyke, about 4 or 5, my folks took me to a pony ride. They strapped me on this gentle little pony and we started to walk around the ring. Mom wondered why they didn’t lead the pony and the owner said that he knew how many times to go around. That was fine

UNTIL SOME JERK JUMPED UP AND YELLED! That little pony reared up like Silver and tore around the ring. I was holding on to its neck for dear life. “Whoa, horsey. Whoa, horsey” for the next two laps. It knew when to stop,.

Don’t know who was more scared, my mother or me.

-- No piece is cut too short. It was meant for a smaller project.

lol oh my

great stories :)

-- "Functional WoodArt" by Debbie, Canada (http://www.execulink.com/~yohan)

I got on my paint horse the other day and for some reason he started bucking. It didn’t take long until I was in a real wreck and the next thing I knew, I was under him and in real trouble. Luckily, the manager of the K-Mart store came out and turned him off.

-- Thos. Angle, Owyhee Design, Oregon

now THAT’s a REAL cowboy story lol

-- "Functional WoodArt" by Debbie, Canada (http://www.execulink.com/~yohan)

Jeeze…I go off to work for a couple of nights and return to this. (sigh) lol!

-- Bob Vila would be so proud of you!

I’d rather wrestle a crocodile, than ride a horse.

-- You can discover more about a person in an hour of play than in a year of conversation. (Plato)

I drove by the farm again today. No horse. No moose. No pictures.

-- "Functional WoodArt" by Debbie, Canada (http://www.execulink.com/~yohan)