The month of March brings many birthdays on our farm! Mine is one of them, but I really get excited over two of the other birthdays this month– the horses. I just think it is really neat because one turns four this month, while the other one turns TWENTY-four. And the 24 year old has been part of my family since she was four. How crazy is that? Twenty years apart, and they both bring me so much joy.
Best of Bare is the pretty lady turning 24 this month! For non-horse people, Best of Bare is her registered name in the American Quarter Horse Association. Registered names do not usually roll off the tongue very easily in conversation, so “barn names” are pretty common. When my mom bought her as a four year old she decided to call her Mare. It was really original on her part, huh? (A mare is what you call a female horse). I was nine at the time, and Mare wasn’t meant for me, but just a few years later she became my “step-up” horse. She really has given so much to my whole family— mainly my mom and me, but also my dad and sister. Over the years we’ve all hopped on her and taken her through those arena gates to run a set of barrels. And poles, too! I’ve also put my own spin on her name, and call her MareBare. A lot of people call me SarBear (my mom spells it SarBare to keep with the horse’s spelling of the name), so it seemed fitting.
Kipdoc Class is the young’in. She turns four this month, and goes by the name of Abby. I personally think that Abby is way too much of a person’s name for a horse, but that’s the name she had already been given, so I just let it stick. Abby is actually registered Appendix, which is a cross between a quarter horse and a thoroughbred, or in her case a cross between a quarter horse and another appendix. She’s bred to run!
Both are barrel horses, but MareBare is retired. She enjoys her days lounging around and eating hay. Abby’s life is a little different, with conditioning 4-5 days a week and horse shows on the weekends. I’ve only had Abby for seven months, but it’s funny how after each ride or show she reminds me more and more of MareBare.
The stories of how MareBare came into my mom’s life, and Abby into mine, are very similar. And pretty simple. We both had horses that were either not cut out to be barrel horses or just not the right fit for us, but we only had one goal in mind: to compete. So the search began for the right horse, which meant taking our time and determining the qualities we were looking for in a horse. I know it worked out for my mom with finding MareBare–and for me later as she helped to increase my confidence and my level of competition–and so far it is working out with me finding Abby.
And most importantly, I’m having fun!