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by mallet from Fox 29

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Well, most of the snow is gone. I was beginning to think winter would never end.  And, I should point out there remains more snow than needed on the rolling landscape of Fredonia, Wisconsin.  Still, Jenkins and I embarked on our first trail ride today.  It was a perfect day to ride.  The warm, spring sun was high in the Wisconsin sky when my instructor, Bernadette, and I hit the trail.  For some reason, Bernadette chose to ride a difficult horse named Chex.  He was a colossal pain in the butt!  He was bucking and rearing and refusing to walk through water.  You name it.  But my guy, Jenkins, was perfect.  He calmly walked through deep snow and moving streams.  He didn't flinch when a blue heron flew out of the scrub grass and soared overhead.  When a big cow ran at us along the fence line, nothing.  Of course, Chex made up for Jenkins.  He was giving Bernadette a terrible time.  It was a test of wills.  Eventually, Bernadette got him calmed down.  It helped for us to canter up a few hills.  A few times, when Chex refused to go forward, Jenkins and I took the lead and Chex was willing to follow.  I think I am going to go ahead and lease Jenkins.  He is just a perfect horse for me.  He is gigantic, smart and loves to run.  I think an hour or two on the trail in the morning before work will be the perfect start to the day.  I'll get some pictures of him soon and post them on my blog.  
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TJtheBlindHorsesMom read my blog
Apr 7, 2008 | 1:57 PM

Wow, Jenkins is the first horse you've ever said you've wanted to lease, so he must have really stolen your heart. Hurry up with those pics, George!

Chex sounds like Henry. Henry's almost always a handful to ride. In fairness to Henry though, his previous owners (the ones who almost starved him to death) probably rode him when he was severely underweight, resulting in severe saddle sores and girth sores (I can tell by the white patches in his coat). For who knows how long, for Henry being ridden meant tack rubbing on open wounds and causing him terrible pain. So Henry now associates being ridden with being in pain. He has good reason to hate being ridden.

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I'm just a guy who loves to ride horses. I used to work at Fox 29 before relocating to Wisconsin. This is a picture of me with Afleet Alex who won the Preakness and Belmont Stakes and became 3 year old champion in 2005

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