. For Sale!!!!!
Introducing…… Yahweh Nisi Tommy.
One Big (17.1 Hands) Red, 5 year old Mustang Gelding
Hails from, Beaty’s Butte Oregon.
Beautiful to look at, truly graces the eye!! looks like he has some of the Spanish Barb blood, which is possible in that herd, he has that upright stance, and is also, what I call a pacer (gaited?). He’s actually a low colored paint with one white sclera eye (human type), on the off side, White under his cheek bones, on his belly and splashes of white on off hind leg, splashing up off the stocking.
The BLM has him listed as a sorrel, he’s not he’s a red horse with red mane and red tail, I remember that some where in the late 70’s the American registries determined they didn't want all the different colors of red so they cut them down to two, the western word, sorrel or the English word chestnut, I didn't have a red horse at that time so I didn't care, but I know the difference between all three and he’s a big RED hoss , as the ole folks would say!
Just like Man o War, and Secretariat were big Red hoss's!!
Tommy has a very sweet, trusting disposition, and a good temperament once he gets to know you, he’s still just a 5 yr old though, and a bit skittish especially around folks he don’t know, but he has had some interaction with a few folks and didn't go stupid, just a bit nervous, and calmed down pretty quick, don’t have a mean bone in his body that I ever seen, He’s to young yet to know just how BIG and Powerful he is, he needs the right person to come along to tone him up and make him into a athlete.
I adopted him in May of 2010, a skinny, beat up uninterested, fella, who looked pitiful to say the least.
By the information I was able to glean through the BLM he was born in April/May of 2009, captured in Sept of same year, considered to be a yearling by the BLM, although actually only 4 to 5 months old by my calculations, and a true yearling when I got him in May 2010.
I was amazed at how quickly he trusted and bonded with me, which I now know, is not uncommon with these mustang horses, a little patience and gentleness goes along way with them, within weeks I was leading and worming, picking up his feet, grooming and generally mauling Tommy and he loved it, he respects hot wire, me and a good tub of oats, not necessarily in that order, or maybe so!!, he does have that mustang habit, of biting mares on the behinds and might try a nibble on me but I have that 5 sec rule of discipline, that he seems to understand just fine.
He’s my boy , I don’t know if I have ever loved another horse or animal as much as I love Tommy, I've owned, bred, raised and trained horses for over 48 yrs, not on a professional level, mind ya, I have a ole appaloosa mare that is 33 years old, Her mama was one of the best mares I ever had , we had a real bond between us, but not like Tommys and mine, naw he’s special, I guess its because he’s not been jaded by any of those heavy handed rough necks, that are dog derned determined to make that horse do their will, and or, break his, u know, one of them “ye haw cowboys, we used to call Sunday cowboy, or just dam mean, or drunk, I met my share, don’t want Tommy too!!!
when I go out into the pasture he comes up to say hi, follows me around like he’s on a lead rope, will play with me a bit, sorta like those horses that you see on the web dancing with those folks, just waiting for a good reason to take a run around around the pasture. I've always been loving and kind to him and it shows in his trusting me, he is so interested in what I’m doing and willing to join up, but the fact of the
matter is that I've found that I’ve gotten old and disabled, and he just grew up to be a big boy, much bigger than expected, he’s a hand.1,bigger then the average for that area.
In the last two years I had lot of misfortunes fall upon me, and it’s taken a hard tow on my physical, mental, and emotional being, I was already wearing a titanium plate in my neck, and had some severe health issues, which was getting in the way of being able to work with him the way I should have been, but he does tie up, pick up his feet, leads, lunges responds well to being groomed can’t get him out of the shower, and being bug sprayed doesn’t bug him at all, I’m going to start working with him on the saddle,,if my health allows but I know that I will not be able to get a bit up to his mouth, nor will I ever be able to get on his back ! Much less ride him, my health won’t allow it
. Even though he’s not fully broke, that is actually good!, figuring that he’s not jaded, why he;s like a blank page that is ready for some one else to come along and make themselves a one person horse for trail riding, shows, parades, (he’s that pretty) or just plain pleasure, he’s as sound as the day is long, healthy and willing to please,got a good sense of humor, I love him with my heart and thought about just making a “yard Ornament” out of him. But that wouldn't be fair to Tommy, I remember how great it is to jump on and go for a good ride with a great horse and both, enjoy the sights and sounds of mother nature and each other, I want that for him and with my health, that is not gonna happen unless a true miracle happens soon.
Tommy is beautiful and proud and dignified and needs someone who is able to take him from here, a person with a kind heart gentle hands and a knowledge of good ole horse sense, who has patients and is willing to do sufficient ground work to make him feel secure with himself and with them, to team up and go for it, weather IT being, trail riding, shows, endurance, maybe even cutting, he has the moves, Its all available to Mustangs these days and with the way he carries himself he should bring home the ribbon once he gets the gist of the game.
If my health was better I would never let him go, I know a special horse when I see it and worked with it and he is that! if he trusts you, he gives his heart and he’s open for doing that, even though he’s bonded with me it’s on a different level. It’s rare to come across a horse like this, he’s a bit more then green broke, and has no malice towards humans.
Oh to be younger and not beat up so bad and to know what I know now, no one would even get the chance to get my Yahweh Nissi Tommy!!! I’d take off bare back into the sunset……………and that would be that.
Thank you for your time……….