If I have to go to a horse sale, I am taking my snowboard with me.
This whole business of being closer to home is turning on me a little. While it is nice I can run home for the day and see the new foal or help get a few horses out as training begins, it also means I can be recruited for my least favorite thing in the world: horse sales.
Iâ€™m not a fan and Iâ€™m really not a fan if weâ€™re selling. That is what weâ€™ll be doing at the end of next month in Montana.
Most of our horses are bought and sold at the Heritage Sale in Oklahoma because they are race bred. Iâ€™ve gone once and it is kind of a neat place. Heritage Place is for Quarter Horses what Keenland is to Thoroughbreds.
But, the horses that are for sale right now are not horses bred to race so weâ€™re heading to Montana.Â Itâ€™s not the venue Iâ€™m worried about; itâ€™s the idea of saying goodbye to the horses Iâ€™m not looking forward to. Itâ€™s the one thing I really have a hard time reconciling: I realize the horses are not pets even though we generally treat them like family members (Iâ€™d even venture to say a horse has – on occasion – gotten better treated by my parents than me.) But, in the case of these horses, they arenâ€™t getting ridden a lot because we focus so much more on the race horses. These horses can go to homes where someone will do something with them; maybe show, run barrels or breed them. They wonâ€™t get that done staying with us, so they should go. Knowing that just doesnâ€™t make it any easier. Â
Iâ€™m a bit of a wuss like that.
Iâ€™ve been in a slump ever since my Dad called last week with my orders. (He did seem to have the tiniest bit of gloat in his voice since my presence on this road trip exempts him from having to go.) Then today I realized there could be more than one upside to this sale in Montana. First, it is a learning experience which is probably why I was asked to go.Â My mom teaches me what to look for in horses, little nuances that would make her buy or not buy a horse.
Second, I realized it is in Montana – in the winter – and I love to snowboard. I usually head to Utah once a year but I havenâ€™t gotten back in about two winters. The friend who taught me to board will actually be working in Montana that week and so one of the sale days I can spend on the slopes.
Another bright spot is Iâ€™m holding out hope this selling trip will earn me some points. Points that will be remembered when mom and dad head to Oklahoma this spring to pick up a few more racers. One of those could be for me â€“ you know for all the hard work. Not likely, but it could happen.
On a side note: We got our first baby of the year. This is (tentative name) Dreamabo. He was born on Jan. 15. This picture was taken on hisÂ 1-week birthday.Â Heâ€™ll be a racehorse one day. Iâ€™ve got odds that say a fast one.