A Note about Sugarbush Draft Horses
I see it over and over again, and no matter how many times it's said, it's still wrong. "Sugarbush Drafts are just an Appaloosa Draft Cross". Uh.... no. The Sugarbush Draft Horse was a breed created many years ago in Ohio. While the initial cross was made using Percherons to Appaloosas, in the many generations following, the breed has been solidified into a consistent type. Saying these horses are "just" a draft cross makes as much sense as saying that AQHA horses are "just" a Thoroughbred cross, American Cream Drafts are "just" a dilute Belgian, or that Morgans are "just" a grade.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Happy Birthday Dadd!
Dad has always been an inadvertant driving force behind my horsey addiction. From encouraging me as a child, and driving me all over to get my horsey fix - and I probably shouldn't mention that I think I learned the word horse before I could say "Daddy" - to failing to discourage me as a teenager, by telling me how expensive horses were, and bringing out the rebel in me ("Oh yeah, well I'll show YOU"). Horses have plagued him since... well... the year I was born (and we won't say when that was!).
He purchased his OWN horse in 2000. A fellow boarder at my stable made the mistake of going to an auction. A chestnut colt ran though, and the only bidder was the meat man. My friend tossed out a bid, and the meat man stopped bidding, so she came home with a skinny ugly yearling. A couple of weeks later my father met the colt, and decided he liked the price. He still says that he bought the horse to keep my mom's horse company....suuuuuuure he did.
Then, in 2005,a string of coincidences occurred. Jae prompted me to put my string of skills together, and start breeding. Here's the really strange part... my father encouraged me! Dad offered to become a business partner, and assist with the start up fees. Of course, he made me write up the business plan (evil evil man, but that thing has been really useful, in all of its incarnations) and he was rather involved with picking out our first stallion.
And now, in 2010, he has taken a job with a carriage company in Dallas. He's learning to drive the big horses! When my father began explaining to me why one horse needs a collar and another uses a breast plate, I had to chuckle.... he still says he's not a horseman.
Posted by Pinzgauer at 4:28 PM