Showing posts with label Joma. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Joma. Show all posts

Sunday, October 12, 2008

All about the boys

The Thoroughbred boys, that is.

Anne came over on Saturday to be there when I got on Joma and Imperial for the first time. Anne's purpose in life was to dial 911 if necessary. It wasn't necessary. By the time I got Joma up from the pasture, Anastasia had arrived eager to try out her new mount. As I always do with a new horse, I put the synthetic western on Joma. The synthetic generally fits anyone with the right padding and a green horse can flip over and roll on it without hurting it. I lunged Joma first, but only for a minute or two. He was so pokey and relaxed about the whole thing I just knew he'd be a good boy. So up I went.

The first thing I noted was that he stood perfectly still while I mounted. The second bonus was that he moved off my leg easily without jumping out of his skin and wanting to run. I've dealt with quite a few off the track TBs that launch into a gallop at the slightest hint of leg. Not Joma! He also did not mind moving away from the herd, and was actually reluctant to turn around and head back. "Hey, why not just keep going?" My first trot on him was absolute heaven. Even though Joma is not the best mover in the world, he is definitely the smoothest TB I have ever ridden. EVER. I barely had to post. I probably could have sat his trot easily. And let's not forget that the trot was with a very light contact on the bit. There was no taking off, no let's run, we must RUN attitude from him at all. The canter was even better. I had brief thoughts of telling Anastasia she'd have to fight me for him. He was just that wonderful! Anastasia got on him and had the same thoughts. It was true love!

Imperial went much the same way. A quick couple of circles on the lunge line and I was up. He also stood perfectly still to be mounted. His trot was much different as it was a huge movement and not at all like the almost flat trot of Joma. Imperial was a lot of work to ride and was much more into going fast. It took a lot of leg, seat, and bit to keep him from taking off, and the canter was even faster. But, he was never stupid about anything. When Thor decided that the big bad horsey had better put me down OR ELSE, Imperial just ignored him and kept trotting. Anastasia also enjoyed Imperial and decided that his attitude would suit her husband Scott just fine.

Last night the two boys were delivered to Anastasia's. Ike, the incredibly stupid Percheron stallion that Anastasia is fostering, immediately thought he'd like to mount both the boys without finding out gender first. Joma wouldn't hear of such nonsense and planted several very solid kicks to Ike's chest. Ike eventually got the picture and left the two boys alone. This morning Ike and Joma were playing bite-face and scratching each other's backs. This is the first friend that Ike has made since he's been at Anastasia's. I guess the old guy just needed someone to stand up to him and earn his respect!

Because the boys were so laid back about everything, we took them out on the trails today. Anastasia rode Joma, I rode Imperial, and Glenn rode Willow. I was expecting Imperial to be a bit silly and for the two of them to be upset about following and always wanting to be in front. I couldn't have been more wrong. About 10 minutes into the ride I started to wonder if the trainer from Mountaineer had sent me a couple of big Quarterhorses instead of TBs. Let me tell you, these two boys were born to be trail horses! We rode them both on loose rein, even when trotting. Deer would jump out of the trees next to the trail and the boys would just flick an ear in that direction and keep going with heads down and legs swinging freely. Not one nervous jig, not one excited moment.

Anastasia has a creek flowing across her driveway and no bridge, so we knew the boys would have some trouble walking through the water. Water crossings just aren't something you see in stalls or on race tracks! Imperial was the first to walk up to it, but he didn't want to step into it. Rather than create a fight and bad experience on his first outing, I hopped off and led him through without a problem. Joma didn't want to walk into the water either, so I came back and led him through as well. Later on in the trail we came to a wider water crossing. Imperial walked right in and took a nice long drink. Joma wasn't interested at all, and after a brief discussion with him, Anastasia asked me to come back and lead him through. Three steps into the water he lowered his head, took a drink, then continued to the other side on his own. Good boy!

On the way back Joma walked right in, took a drink, then decided that water was actually FUN.





Scott didn't get to ride with us so it was just the three of us. Both boys were very much enamored with little Willow and she thoroughly enjoyed all the attention they were giving her. She also got to be the star a few times, when the boys thought they saw monsters in the trees ahead and wouldn't go forward. And since this ride was all about making it fun for the boys, we tried to avoid any conflicts. So when we got "stuck" we called the professional. Oh Willow! Time to take the lead! Those boys followed that cute little Willow butt anywhere.




Back on the farm, the boys ate dinner then headed off to find a place to roll.




Oh yeah, this is the life!





I had to call the TB trainer last night when we got home, just to tell her how wonderful her boys were. She thought they'd have trouble with the water and was tickled when I told her how well they both did. I just hope Quest turns out to be half as good!

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Triple Delight

A couple of weeks ago a thoroughbred breeder in Florida gave me a call. He said he had found the website and wanted to know if we'd take his horse, Joma. Joma is seven and the trainer doesn't want to race him anymore because he came up sore after his last race. Rather than ship him off to the nearest auction, the trainer convinced the breeder to try to find a rescue home for the gelding. After talking to me for a few minutes he gave me the name of his trainer at Mountaineer race track where Joma was being raced. Mountaineer is only about 100 miles from here, not far from Pittsburgh.


If I was a TB race horse, I'd want this woman as my trainer! Unlike most race horse trainers, she allows the horses turn out time and doesn't keep them locked in stalls 24/7. She also keeps them at her own farm where they have their very own pool for exercise and therapy. She doesn't pump them full of steroids. And she doesn't race them when they aren't physically capable of racing. Through another trainer at Mountaineer I hear that "P" is one trainer that definitely takes care of her horses.

I'm thinking that this is one trainer that I wouldn't mind getting a TB from. I gave her a call and we talked for awhile about Joma. Then she brought up Imperial, which is her personal horse that she no longer races. Imperial had a joint infection awhile back, and although it's healed and he's sound, his one knee is still large and "ugly". Sure, bring them both.

The next week P calls back to make final arrangements for bringing down the horses and mentions a three year old black gelding that's also looking for a home. He's not built for racing, he's too over at the knee and came up sore after the last race. He's only raced five times. Can I take him too?


First let me say that I have wanted a black horse ever since I could say the word "horse". Isn't that what every little girl wants once she's read The Black Stallion or Black Beauty?

Three horses showed up at the end of my driveway today. Three BEAUTIFUL thoroughbred geldings. I put them in the back pasture with Maverick and Stride so they wouldn't have to fight the herd for social position and worry about being in a new place at the same time. I was worried at first that they would be aggressive and domineering TBs, with a side of totally wacko thrown in for good measure and that they'd beat up on poor old Stride. This is what I'm used to in a TB fresh off the track. What I ended up with was three very gentle geldings who spent the first few minutes trotting around the pasture, and the rest of the time playing bite-face with Maverick or grazing quietly next to Stride.


How about I just shut up now and introduce you to the new men in my life?

This was P's personal horse that had to be retired from racing because of the "ugly" knee. Judging by the way he was trotting around the pasture today, the knee doesn't bother him at all. Imperial Alydeed is seven years old.





Romantic Quest is the black three year old who's just not comformationally built to withstand the rigors of racing. He's gorgeous and has claimed Stride as his new best friend. Glenn has decided that Tabby is no longer the horse for him and I'm allowed to adopt her out now. Quest is now his new horse, whether I like it or not. Glenn is still at the "it's pretty so it must be a nice horse" stage of his equine education. I suppose we'll find out if the two will make a good pair once I get Quest under saddle for evaluation.




Joma is one of those hunks that you see on the beach who fills out a speedo in all the right places and is reading Atlas Shrugged while sun bathing. I fell in love with him instantly. He's built like a tank and has the greatest personality that makes me want to just cuddle up with him.





Apparently, Maverick feels the same way.









The two of them were inseparable and thoroughly enjoy playing bite-face. Let's just hope they don't wrestle, I think Joma would have a distinct weight advantage.






David and three Goliaths. But Maverick is just another man that doesn't think size matters.





By the way, I'm not the only one that fell in love with Joma. Once I've ridden him and deemed him sane he goes home to Anastasia to be her new trail horse. What a lucky guy!