tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380534023229200743.post590447019693791663..comments2024-01-03T03:28:48.980-07:00Comments on mugwump Chronicles: Mort, Me and the Upper Rio Grande 50 MilerMugwumphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01487540636265322556noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380534023229200743.post-85299763593660952892012-04-18T11:58:43.247-06:002012-04-18T11:58:43.247-06:00You managed it! Yohooo!!
I guess it was worth two ...You managed it! Yohooo!!<br />I guess it was worth two skinless knees, but I wonder how long time you had to keep out of the saddle afterwards?HorseOfCoursehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15907659164579327290noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380534023229200743.post-76287768014516051382012-04-09T15:19:16.250-06:002012-04-09T15:19:16.250-06:00Mugs, now I understand, thanks.Mugs, now I understand, thanks.Clancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00349843561587332639noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380534023229200743.post-67070971332606150502012-04-09T09:20:15.280-06:002012-04-09T09:20:15.280-06:00Clancy - I was a dumb kid with minimal help on a w...Clancy - I was a dumb kid with minimal help on a whole lotta horse. Our problems never ever made me love him one iota less.<br />I always assumed our problems came from my lack of understanding, but it never occurred Mort could like me "more." <br />This was a horse I trusted enough to take his bridle off while riding bareback and go through our city park at a dead run.mugwumphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00319060800328355056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380534023229200743.post-72525219218023922312012-04-09T07:46:35.863-06:002012-04-09T07:46:35.863-06:00Heh...I needed to read this today. I had a rough ...Heh...I needed to read this today. I had a rough weekend. Tax did a lot of growling at me. I took him out to school on cross coutry for the first time. Between his trailering issues, the cows in the pasture next door to the place and all the horses galloping paces on the outside track his brain leaked out his ears and he went into full shut down mode. The good news is when I got him working over fences he was very good. The rest of the time...well, let's just say I hung on.Fyyahchildhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09680300099730314108noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380534023229200743.post-65696059389798924122012-04-08T18:03:43.840-06:002012-04-08T18:03:43.840-06:00Sorry, perhaps I am misunderstanding. You so ofte...Sorry, perhaps I am misunderstanding. You so often describe what sounds like disagreement and frustration to me, such as the part of this post where you said he had had about as much as he could take of you and he was growling and jigging and tossing his head and you were sitting in a way that you didn't get whacked in the face. And previous stories of him bolting or wanting to go way faster than you did.<br /><br />There was clearly something that got you through all of that, and kept you from selling him and him from dumping you, but the relationship as described sounds fraught to me. My relationship with my own gelding was challenging for a while (still is sometimes but getting better) although never as much as what you have described. I kept with him because of a promise I'd made him, and he was gentler and more tolerant with me than with others, and eventually I began to realise where I was going wrong and as I changed how I was with him our relationship greatly improved, we understand each other much better and we rarely disagree now and when we do it doesn't escalate like it used to. I thought you were describing a similar process.Clancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00349843561587332639noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380534023229200743.post-9713128900777015682012-04-08T10:37:43.920-06:002012-04-08T10:37:43.920-06:00Clancy - I think I had a spectacular relationship ...Clancy - I think I had a spectacular relationship with Mort.mugwumphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00319060800328355056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380534023229200743.post-71265927022412115942012-04-08T09:18:51.298-06:002012-04-08T09:18:51.298-06:00I love how tough young girls can be when allowed i...I love how tough young girls can be when allowed independence with horses. We were tougher than many men are today, and we were breaking all of the stereo types that were supposed to apply to us.<br /><br />For the record, your situation allowed you to become tougher than I ever needed to be. I was allowed to be gone all day on my pony/horse until just before dark, but I only rode with my friends, I never hooked up with any endurance riders!Whywudyabreedithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12069453160852561143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380534023229200743.post-30279684528601858542012-04-07T19:34:54.703-06:002012-04-07T19:34:54.703-06:00This is in no way a criticism as I look back on so...This is in no way a criticism as I look back on some of my own efforts with my horse and shake my head, but the more I read about you and Mort the sorrier I am for both of you and the needless frustration you both suffered.<br /><br />Did you ever get to a good relationship with him, and if so what made the difference?Clancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00349843561587332639noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380534023229200743.post-91716276974238025962012-04-07T19:32:23.198-06:002012-04-07T19:32:23.198-06:00This comment has been removed by the author.Clancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00349843561587332639noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380534023229200743.post-10445634052099391182012-04-06T11:00:21.147-06:002012-04-06T11:00:21.147-06:00Sigh, I have never heard a horse growl. Am jealous...Sigh, I have never heard a horse growl. Am jealous.<br />But not of the cord burned legs.nagonmomnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380534023229200743.post-2996265425642053092012-04-06T09:34:14.886-06:002012-04-06T09:34:14.886-06:00Michelle - I wish I had pics for all these stories...Michelle - I wish I had pics for all these stories. I put them in if I find some, but this was way before camera phones and I wasn't one to take many photos.mugwumphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00319060800328355056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380534023229200743.post-9086684600285555542012-04-06T09:09:55.248-06:002012-04-06T09:09:55.248-06:00smaz - you give me way too much credit...the way I...smaz - you give me way too much credit...the way I learn is by having things thump me on the head over and over until one day I say, "Oh! I get it?" So I think the same thing happens in my stories.mugwumphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00319060800328355056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380534023229200743.post-52199575052319469482012-04-06T09:06:21.652-06:002012-04-06T09:06:21.652-06:00My good old boy hated to be held back too.. not a ...My good old boy hated to be held back too.. not a growler, but man could he sigh with the best of them as he would jig side to side and toss his head. I swaer he would sigh so loud everyone would turn to look.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380534023229200743.post-69173679547862084372012-04-06T09:00:26.888-06:002012-04-06T09:00:26.888-06:00PICS! We need pics to go with these stories. :)PICS! We need pics to go with these stories. :)Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08937792806375563386noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380534023229200743.post-12222421220236670212012-04-06T08:45:51.947-06:002012-04-06T08:45:51.947-06:00I suspect one you recovered you were ready to race...I suspect one you recovered you were ready to race again, right?Heidi the Hickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00639479864903922047noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380534023229200743.post-80487993758250840692012-04-06T08:43:58.935-06:002012-04-06T08:43:58.935-06:00I totally know that feeling of having to prove tha...I totally know that feeling of having to prove that you and your horse can do something right. <br /><br />And that realization that the crazy beast has settled down. <br /><br />I remember feeling triumphant that my little red A-rab was standing calmly at the rail in the middle of all the other horses and riders, watching the barrel racing. It seemed like such a dumb thing to be proud of but the work it took to get him there... He was like Mort in the way that he couldn't be worn down, he'd just get more powered up. <br /><br />That horse was such an embarrassment the first couple years I showed him. He turned into a solid citizen eventually ... So he was worth the death grip on the reins and the disdainful glances and the perplexed judges...Heidi the Hickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00639479864903922047noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380534023229200743.post-28420428790200218732012-04-06T08:09:26.097-06:002012-04-06T08:09:26.097-06:00Hi Barrelracingmom- yes, that's exactly what I...Hi Barrelracingmom- yes, that's exactly what I meant. I was wondering if Mugs was subtly alluding to that other post to remind us to not obsess over our horse's state of mind.smazourekhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03029180368325070266noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380534023229200743.post-2189534478794952282012-04-06T07:24:07.451-06:002012-04-06T07:24:07.451-06:00Smaz- I think that once she started daydreaming to...Smaz- I think that once she started daydreaming to get her mind off her own pain, Mort then relaxed. I don't know if she realized it then?barrelracingmomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11510727454729732551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380534023229200743.post-78401053706375190572012-04-05T22:13:12.355-06:002012-04-05T22:13:12.355-06:00Oh the lessons we learn...thanks for sharing.
The...Oh the lessons we learn...thanks for sharing.<br /><br />The only time I attempted anything close to that, at about the same age, I blew out the anterior muscle compartment in my lower leg, took years for that nerve damage to resolve. Never rode like that again.MichelleLnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380534023229200743.post-13532598883715011042012-04-05T21:34:03.655-06:002012-04-05T21:34:03.655-06:00Live and learn. Man, reading that was painful. I...Live and learn. Man, reading that was painful. I went to a greenhorn girl scout adventure for two weeks in Wyoming that had one day at a mountain creek. We stripped down as much as each of our modesty could bear and splashed around. Later I would deeply regret bathing in my panties. But my saddle sores were mild compared to what you describe here. Holy moly, mama. What youth can live through, huh?Jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15597630887713954960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380534023229200743.post-9051159871286093042012-04-05T18:31:37.743-06:002012-04-05T18:31:37.743-06:00gtyyup - I think it was getting them wet that did ...gtyyup - I think it was getting them wet that did me in - I rode in cords all the time. Maybe not on endurance rides, but I put on a lot of miles.mugwumphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00319060800328355056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380534023229200743.post-25274830456768172652012-04-05T18:28:48.374-06:002012-04-05T18:28:48.374-06:00smaz - was what on purpose?smaz - was what on purpose?mugwumphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00319060800328355056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380534023229200743.post-237418880635938552012-04-05T14:46:26.368-06:002012-04-05T14:46:26.368-06:00We grew up in the same era and I'm sure I wore...We grew up in the same era and I'm sure I wore cords...but I didn't do an endurance ride...that must have left permanent callouses!! Always love the Mort stories~gtyyuphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02402170522183324256noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380534023229200743.post-25905887016274317742012-04-05T14:26:22.894-06:002012-04-05T14:26:22.894-06:00I don't think that I have experienced riding i...I don't think that I have experienced riding in cords...but thankfully now I never will. :) <br /><br />Thanks for the great story. Looking foward to more.horsegeneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08614136458074519322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380534023229200743.post-33886177600668643012012-04-05T13:39:41.381-06:002012-04-05T13:39:41.381-06:00Baasha had that growl whenever I held him back. It...Baasha had that growl whenever I held him back. It amazed other riders. I sure miss it. <br /><br />I've been pondering your strategy with Mort - just letting him go, and then waiting, over and over - I wonder how this worked out over the long run.<br /><br />I said I'd never wear spandex or use padded stirrups, but then I started riding 50s and that changed everything.lythahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01719586193059362084noreply@blogger.com