I have lost The Big Guy, aka Rusty, aka Ultra’s Skygazer

Imogene

Imogene

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Middle Tennessee
Rusty has been with me since he was a 2 year old. He made it to 30 years and eight months. He is a Tennessee Walker.

One of my toughest trail horses, but had an onery streak at home - not mean, just full of himself❤️❤️.

He taught me a lot of patience. In our youth I would threaten him at least once week that I was sending him down the road. He has joined four of his pasture mates who have preceded him crossing the rainbow bridge.

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So sorry for your loss @Imogene . We learn a lot lessons from our horses & they will always be in our heart with good memories. I know how hard it is to loose a friend like this. My first horse, a Standardbred, was with me for 27 years.
 
The part of Montana I lived in had trail horses, but few Tennessee Walkers. There seemed to be a preference for slow plodding mountain pack horses and mules, horses without minds of their own. But I did get a chance to see Tennessee Walkers once in a parade. I didn't know what they were until I mentioned to someone what a remarkably beautiful gate those horses had, and was told they were Tennessee Walkers. The horses I was familiar with would have to trot to keep up with a walker walking.
 
My remaining horse, Duncan, is depressed. I’ve at least got him eating hay, his feed pan stuff and drinking a sufficient amount of water thanks to electrolytes.

However, he won’t go out to pasture. He stands in the paddock all day.

I have a friend who is willing to loan me one of her horses for as long as I need —- even if that turns into a few years.

Suffice it to say, we are working out the details of getting her horse to my farm. Hopefully Christmas week while she is on shutdown at her work.

It’s a win-win. Duncan will have a companion that I won’t own, therefore will shut everyone up whose is telling my old self not to buy another horse, annnnd it will give the owner more time to work with the Mustang she got out of a bad situation and needs someone who understands Mustangs don’t easily conform to domestic horse expectations.
 
Star made it near 40 years. We weren't exactly sure. She was Grandpa's horse,
my fathers and then mine. She was black with a white star between her eyes.
She would spend the Winter with the Black Angus Stock Cows in the timber.
We would joke that she thought she was one. Her Colts went to Cousins.
She could really run, but would come to me, I had an apple. That was many
decades ago. I have missed her trotting up along the fence to get her treats.
One day she just didn't come back to the Corral.
 
One afternoon, I was around 10, she decided to go back to the Corral,
Spit the bit and it was 2 miles in just a few minutes, me hanging on for
all the ride. She was incredible when she chose to show it. Candy was
her best friend, passed before her. Thats all homes today. Country gone
to Burbs. A county Capital stretches out 4 miles further to the west now.
 
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papa tiger said:
One afternoon, I was around 10, she decided to go back to the Corral,
Spit the bit and it was 2 miles in just a few minutes, me hanging on for
all the ride. She was incredible when she chose to show it. Candy was
her best friend, passed before her. Thats all homes today. Country gone
to Burbs. A county Capital stretches out 4 miles further to the west now.
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The U.S. is losing farmland at an alarming rate. I retired from the OH/PA border to southern Middle Tennessee because I knew my arthritis would keep me inside all winter if I didn’t.

I have 24+ acres of ex cow pasture and soy fields. It is part of a farm that once contained about 115 acres. The good thing is there are only four homes on all the land and todate, none of us are interested in lotting it off.

Tennessee lost 1.5 million acres of farmland and woods; the state stands to loose two million farm acres by 2027.

How do people expect to be fed in those fancy McMansions they live in? And they shouldn’t be surprised the coyotes are stalking their cats and fluffy dogs because their hunting lands are being ruined.

Man has not learned anything from the fall of great civilizations through the centuries, as a result of overpopulation.

My brother owns the farm our paternal grandparents bought when they came thru Ellis Island. My nephew lives on it and takes care of what it not leased out to the big farms.

I am sick to death of the constant conniving letters, text, phone calls, and even in my face appeals by land grabbers to get me to sell this property. My brother knows I want to keep my farmette in tact and we have discussed options for doing that.

@papa tiger , You can’t get the land back, at least nobody can steal your great memories😇😇
 

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