A Brat But Cute
This is my horse Phantom now
This is a completely true story about training my horse Phantom. First of all Phantom is a Chestnut Quarter Horse who is about 15 hh. He has four white socks and a blaze. Yes he is a stallion and a fine one at that.
It all started when he was a foal and my dad bought him at the auction because no one would bid for him because he was in terrible condition and "untrainable."
Well we had a 12 horse trailer and bought 7 horses. We had to put the "untrainable" one known as Phantom in last because we didn't know how he was going to load. As you might have guessed he was frightened and reared and pranced all around.(At least he wasnt a draft horse.) We finally got him in and were grateful for the help we received.
Now - unloading. Yikes what a horse! He needed to learn some manners let alone to walk steadily without freaking out. We got him into his loose box with some trouble and a few sores from him stepping on toes, and striking at my dad and the stable help. He was truly scared. You could see it in his eyes and by his body language and frequent squeals. The week after we got him he was still refusing to be handled so we decided to wait another 2 weeks before we did anything further with him.
He progressed quite slowly but at least we finally got him to not bite when we put a halter on him. That was a plus! After about 2 1/2 years of compulsive hard core training of basic manners, and to do on command like "ho""walk""trot" and "canter."
Now he was 4 years old and looked handsome. No more ratty mane or worm infested stomach, unshod hooves, "battle" scars and bad habits of the past!
An experiment my dad tried was to put him in the pasture with the sheep. He was so curious and didn't know what to do so he just walked over and sniffed (and bit) at them. Soon he just didn't care for them and ate grass. So we found a pasture he could be put in! Another plus!
Next was the saddle training. I'm not going to get into to much detail because there was so much happening, but i will tell you that he broke my arm by bucking me off in the stall. So my dad hired some help and he hobble tied his legs so he couldn't run or rear, or buck. He got on him and he sat there looking pleased until Phantom freaked out and was trying to run (tripping more than running). My dad fell off and lassoed him to calm him down. That was enough for now any way.
By the time Phantom was 7 i was able to ride him freely around as I please. He can even jump! about 3' clear! He loves dogs,cats, kids and of course his pasture pals...sheep! He's such a happy horse now that he belongs to us!