@CowboyRam, right now I can do with a nice easy jog trot. I think of my childhood horse that was out of a Mustang mare and a Quarter Horse stud, and he was a jewel. Jigger was his name. He took care of me from the age of 11 and he lived to be 36 years old. I had a Shetland pony up until that age and this horse was so smart. When I got on him, he knew I was a bit fearful of his size. So he would put his head down to graze and I would pull his head up and kick him to move on, and he would come off the ground in one leap with a lunge and a kick, and hit the ground hard, and then put that head back down to eat. I cannot tell you how scared I was of that. He did this to me for about two weeks, and my Dad came to me and said, "If you don't put a stop to that, I am selling him" I panicked as I was between a rock and a hard place. My Dad took his saw and made me a wooden paddle and drilled a hole in the handle and ran a piece of leather to hang it on the saddle horn. The paddle was long enough to reach out and touch him. It was about 16-18" long. Dad smoothed out the handle for me.
Dad said when I felt the horse tensing up to slam me, take that paddle and hit him as hard as I could in the azz. And the first time he started drawing up to slam me, I nailed him. I do believe the horse went into shock. And all of a sudden I had all the power. I could ride and stay with the horse, but for some reason I became fearful for those two weeks. But after that, I was in control. I did not have to carry that paddle long as I overcame my fear. Found out later on that the guy that had Jigger was afraid of him and this other man that worked with Dad, wanted the horse, but had heard how he played riders and tested each one that got on him. This man was anxious to see what happened to me. Later the man came to me and said he had really wanted him but was reluctant because of the stories the man told him that owned him.
I trained Jigger and rode him in shows in the 60's and early 70's and did well in Western Pleasure classes. One time he placed 1st in a class of 32 riders where they had to split the class up and half ride and the other half line up in the center of the arena.
Sometimes some of the older men would ask to ride Jigger because he was such a smooth slow riding horse. I told them up front, that each time a new person gets on him, he will try you. So, tell him up front that you mean business, and he won't try you. He never failed to shy of something when I rode him in the middle of a smooth dirt field road and nothing was there. I know he was trying to see I was holding on, and he never did dump me. I would laugh when he would do it, but he had to do it one time on each ride.
I had to love a horse that smart and who was always thinking. Gosh he opened all doors in the barn and a wire gap by taking his foot and pushing down the wire loop on the bottom and flipping it out. I always thought my younger brother was too lazy to fix the gap back. Then I saw Jigger standing at that gap and how he worked it loose. After that, I had to take an old thick belt and put it in the center of the post, and buckle it. WHAT A HORSE!!
Here is Jigger in his 20's with his woman, Gal. He is the bay. He loved her and I always kept them together.
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