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Author: Jon |
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Date Posted: 05:25:57 12/22/02 Sun  Jon walked out to Montana’s paddock and whistled sharply. The blue roan QH lifted his elegant head and thundered over, sliding to a stop at his feet. “Hey, boy. We’re going to work on your barrel racing!” Jon said, rubbing his colt’s ears. Montana gave a hearty whicker and pranced alongside Jon to the barn. Jon groomed the QH’s gleaming blue roan colt and smiled. The muscular, playful colt was so talented and beautiful! He lifted the saddle onto the gelding’s back and tightened the girth. Montana accepted the bridle easily and the pair walked out to arena. Jon mounted and clucked softly. Montana skimmed forward in a smooth walk, tossing his head eagerly. Jon laughed and guided the colt through some figures. He squeezed firmly and Montana stepped out in a nice jog. Jon sat motionlessly in the saddle as the colt glided along. After a few minutes of jogging figure eights, Jon asked for a lope. Montana’s easy movement was very relaxing as he made the smooth transition into a lope. “Good boy!” Jon praised, patting his gelding lovingly. “Ready for some barrels?” Jon asked his colt. Montana bobbed his head and they walked to the starting line. “GO!” Jon shouted, touching the colt with his legs. Montana didn’t need any encouragement, though. He shot towards the first barrel and Jon leaned slightly out of the saddle. He pushed the colt around the first barrel. The leaned around it and the ran for the next one. After they had finished the clover leaf pattern, Jon slowed the gelding down and patted his neck. “Good job, Montana.” The teen praised. The pair headed out towards the trail and Jon whistled. His German Shepherd, Max, ran over, barking eagerly. They headed down the trail, Max weaving in and out of Montana’s legs. “Awesome way to end a ride, huh?” Jon said, patting Montana. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |