*DONE* PIF-Vie Long horse hair brush (12061, I think)

I am PIFing a Vie Long horse hair shave brush. It’ll be good for someone who wants to try a horse hair brush.
If you want in-tell me your best horse story. I ‘ll pick a winner in a few days.

I’m planning to pick a winner with a randomizer Sunday evening(2.3.18).

 

I can start out with a horse story. I lived In Germany for 15 years on a farm. One day a neighbor was sending a pony to the soap factory. He was only 10 years old. I felt sorry for the pony and I had an empty stall. We struck a deal and I was an Owner of an old pony. Well actually I was the owner of an Alcoholic pony. I don’t know how many times I’ve had to get up in the middle of the night and go Down to the local watering hole to retrieve my Pony.
The local bar was only one step up from the street my pony would kick down the stall door.
Then trot the block and a half to the bar. He would ram the door with his head till someone would open the door.
Once inside they would fill a salad bowl with Beer till he was drunk.
Then they would call me to come Pick him up.
What a bunch of friends they were. Don’t get me wrong I was no angel back then either. Was a great horse with the kids.
Love and miss you NICKO.
Thank you. This brings back great Memories.


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That’s Awesome

 

Just another NICKO story. If you walked by and to close to his stall with a Beer in your hand. ( bottle ) He would snag it tilt his head all the way straight up and by the time you realized it your Brew was HISTORY.
DAM I LOVED THAT PONY. I had him for 7 years.


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I'm in. I rode a horse a couple of times...didn't get thrown. Best I can do.

 

I'm in! I used to watch Mr. Ed!

 

I had a Vie Long Cachuro horse brush that I PIFed a while back to a friend. Starting to get the itch for a horse brush again. I'm in. As far as a horse story, yeesh. Umm. Like above, I watched Mr Ed and laughed my little head off. Lol

 

Not in but love a horse. Great PIF

 

I'm in. I used to take care of a neighbor's horses, and I've also worked at a stable. The roughest time I had was working with the neighbor, trying to re-train a gelding to saddle. He'd been abused by a previous stable.

So, I'm on the horse, in a saddle. He's holding the lead rope, and using the mother of the gelding to lead Sonny around. (Sonny was, of course, the gelding). Suddenly, Sonny yanks the lead rope, and goes NUTS. It couldn't have been more than a couple of minutes, but by gum, it felt like an hour. I learned some trick riding that I didn't know I could do -in a hurry. I was having to hang off of one side of the saddle, then the other, as he tried to scrape me off against a tree, a barbed wire fence, branches, the sky...

When the owner finally caught Sonny, and I got off - I wasn't feeling so good. I spent the next two hours in a bathtub with Epsom salts. But - I can say that I rode a bucking bronco and did NOT get thrown. Survival instincts, not skill.

I like the alcoholic pony story. The closest I can say about that is that Sonny liked to chew on fence posts. Put Tabasco on them - he REALLY liked chewing the fence post.

 

Not in, nice PIF

 

That a good story

 

Not in, I have a horseybut I worked at a gas station when I was a teen. My boss had a couple of horses, but could no longer afford to keep them, so he had them butchered for the meat.

 

My niece would love that. She wants to get into large animal veterinary science.

 

Oops!

 

I rode horses off and on during my school years, but my first experience happened while on summer vacation in Greece when I was eleven. Actually half a horse as we rode mules out in the mornings to a field, and then they would just come back on their own before it got dark. Never had a horse hair brush and would like to try one out, I'm in.

Sry, had to edit my age. oooops..........

 

Windy Valley Farms:

When I was growing up I was sent off to a boarding school that sat at the top of the hill in an area that back then was pretty empty. Brooklandville did have a post office but it was unlikely more than two folk were ever in it at the same time. The various homes that sat on the ridge line were mostly older, big, mansions, the kind with driveways that go a half mile or so... way uphill, and the next neighbor was what anyone would concede was "a fair piece away."

Of course we had a big dinner but like all kids, by a couple hours later we were hungry again. Unfortunately we were also not allowed off the campus.

About a mile or so down hill, across the old cattle pasture was Windy Valley Farms.

For a buck you could get a big greasy burger made from real not mystery meat, with real onions, pickles, mayo, ketchup and mustard, a bag of fries made from real hand cut taters and a chocolate milk shake made with real ice cream and milk.

This was horse country, the home of the Hunt Cup and My Lady's Manor and Windy Valley Farms was a hang out for lots of the trainers, jockeys and horse owners as well as the touts that made their livings sharing their wisdom with the masses. The walls were covered with photos of horses, from the harness winners to the thoroughbreds that ran down at Pimlico to the true stars, the steeplechase high jumpers.

Windy Valley Farms was also TOTALLY off limits.

The call of fries and burgers and milk shakes though was more than any mere human made law could restrict or any dormie could resist.

About once a week, not long after the sun went down, one of the boarders would come around and make a little list and take up a collection. Then several of us would start off down the hill, usually one 9th or 10th grader and two or three younger kids (seniors and juniors were lofty and august figures and never ran errands).

It was dark, cold, the wind was always blowing and we all knew that if we got caught we'd be in BIG trouble.

But oh that stuff would taste so good. The buns were wiped in the grease off the grill and the burgers themselves were big and thick and had chopped onions in them, the fries were the best I've ever found anywhere other than the annual carnival and the milkshakes, ... the milkshakes were thick and had lumps of ice cream in them and would fill up even a teenager. The climb back up the hill seemed to take forever and the smell held a promise of what was waiting once you got to the dorm.

Windy Valley Farms is long gone, last time I was by it was now a big shopping and business center, but to this day I can still smell and taste those treats.

Not in but I do love my horse hair brushes including one from Jayaruh.

 

I have been the south bound end of a north bound horse in at least twenty states and two countries. Not in, tho.

 

I'm in
My horse story is I've never been close to one....
Thanks for the pif

 

Maybe the thread should suggest the shaggy dog stories?