Working At The Horse-Personal Narrative

Most people are all grown up when they finally figure out what they want to do with their life. I was 4. I realized what I wanted to be when I attended my very first Rodeo. Even though it was so long ago I can remember that day like it was yesturday. That day got me on the path to my future.

By this time I had relocated to Atlanta, GA from Savannah, GA thinking the opportunities would be better. Once again I was unable to find a job to pay me what I thought someone with a degree should be paid. I turned down numerous jobs for a few months until I realized that earning some money was a lot better than earning no money. So I took a job at

Some people think of them as animals. Some people think of them as objects. Some people think of them as friends. Then there are the few who think of them as family. Horses have always been like family to humans, except sometimes closer. There are many benefits to owning or being around horses. They come in many different colors. There is a multitude of breeds, also. Additionally, they have a long history with humans. Horses have unique behaviors. Showing horses has been the past-time or even career of many people. Furthermore, caring for horses can be a handful, but is definitely rewarding. Finally, riding horses is not just a hobby or a sport, but an action of your heart. Horses are wondrous creatures that have lived with man or

Have you ever been in a situation where you didn’t think you could do it? Well I have many times and I’m going to write about a time during Rodeo when I didn’t think I was going to be able to do well in goat tying.

In November 2015, I finally walked up to Keeneland for the first time in my life to finally see a live horse race. But it wasn’t just any race – it was the 2015 Breeder’s Cup Championships and American Pharaoh would go on to win the Grand Slam. It was an awesome day, meeting people from all over the country who seemed just as passionate about a sport as I was. It was that experience that led me to move to Lexington, KY two months ago with a desire to work in the Thoroughbred industry.

On my way to one of the greatest concerts, thoughts were swirling around my head. How good will this really be? Will I make it out alive tonight? Was it worth the wait? The thought that the next highly anticipated song that plays may cause a riot so large it ends my life. I soon found out after I entered the House of Blues, or rather, as I prepared to enter The Rodeo.

When I was three, my parents packed up and moved to where my mom’s family is from, Lexington Kentucky. I thought it was great! All I remember is seeing the fields of bluegrass with racing thoroughbreds.

There are many things that I have learned, and many are worth mentioning. One in particular is when I was learning how to ride my horse. In order to do this you need to have dedication, balance, and you have to respect the animals. If you don't have these things you won't have a good connection to your horse, because they can feel your body language and smell your fear, pain, or if your happy. You're moods are transmitted to them if your nervous then they are also nervous and you dont want that. I am going to tell you of the time that i've been riding for a few years now, this was when I was around 8 years old (narration, flashback).

On the horizon, the sun formed a P when its edge appeared to touch the top portion of the barn’s lightning rod. Beside the tack shed, there were tractor tracks, wagon tracks, footprints, paw prints, and at the barn’s right rear corner a rat left droppings in the snow.

Training horses for myself and others is not only a hobby for me, it is the main source of my collage fundraising. I have a desire to work with horses, exposing them to a whole array of experiences to make them broke enough to put kids, inexperienced riders, or top hands on. Living on a ranch gives me a unique chance to introduce a young horse to mountains, cows, tall brush, and branding pens. I also go to many 4-H riding practices and shows, where my horses are presented to large groups of unfamiliar equine’s as well as the arena setting. My mother owns a Ranching Heritage eligible horse that she would love to start showing, and being chosen for this program would be a fantastic opportunity to show my own horse with her for years to come.

I am so upset at myself. I don’t know where my head was. Finally, here I was, with $80 to my name (which is meager compensation for a two-month cattle drive), and then I lose it all gambling. Just one night, and now I am bankrupt all over again. Yesterday was my 22nd birthday, as well as my payday, so I allowed myself a little gambling in Abilene, Kansas, a cow town. But I got so caught up in the action that I couldn’t stop, and pretty soon, I was broke.

By the fourth time my horse, Ruby, bucked me off, I had hit the ground enough times to finally get some sense nocked into me. Ruby was my most recent training project. It was late spring and I had gotten her the previous fall as an unstarted two-year-old. She has always been an especially sensitive mare, which at the time, made her an extra flighty filly. Out of the six horses I have started, Ruby was the only one to ever buck me off, and not just once, but four times.

Hey guys- I'm not trying to beat a dead horse here, but I wanted to apologize once again for cussing earlier tonight in an agitated manner. Typically, it takes a magnitude of outside stimuli for me to become agitated. What agitated me was not the jokes about what I said(I love jokes), but rather the fact that I didn't have anytime to clarify and elaborate further on what I mean't by that statement until after I became a tad bit angered about the laco of time. I wanted to address what I meant to the people who initially thought I was being racist with that statement. Furthermore, my personal stance is not to call anyone "African-American" unless they were born and raised in Africa, regardless of the pigmentation of their skin. I was just pointing

It was all a sudden, upside down blur. I looked up through the dust cloud and saw my oversized saddle hanging from the bottom of my traumatized horse, or maybe I was the one traumatized. The memory of falling off my horse at camp is important to me because it was a terrifying and embarrassing memory, but I learned to laugh about it later.

Back in 2008 I was a normal five year old, throwing fits and crying over nothing. My sister loved horses as much as I loved trains. We had friends that owned several horses that they showed. My sister wanted to get into that kind of activity so they coached her. I always stayed home until one day I went.