The worst $25 I ever spent was at a horse sale in Yorkton, Sask.
I had already purchased what I wanted — a docile yet sturdy gelding that seemed healthy and responded well when ridden through the ring.
My buying was done.
Then the gate opened for the next horse and one of the most homely creatures I’ve ever seen bolted through.
I still can’t explain what came over me.
The auctioneer started the bid at $25 but there weren’t any takers. He was about to declare no sale, when I looked up to see my hand holding my bid number in the air. Sold!
My next mistake on that train-wreck of an adventure was to let him into the pasture when I got home instead of keeping him in the barn for a couple of days.
Did I mention he was still a stud? He didn’t stick around for long.
Thankfully harvest was already complete so there were no crops for him to trample. I took oats out to him, but as soon as he saw me he headed straight for the bush.
I saddled up a horse a couple times to try and rope him, but I couldn’t even get close.
For the next month the children on the school bus played spot the pony, in which the first person to see him won.
I had all but given up and was about to take out Mr. Winchester to help catch that pony when I got a call from one of the RM councillors —the pony was at the pound after busting into a neighbour’s corral while trying to get at a mare.
The pony seemed calm at the councillor’s farm, so I climbed into the pen to get a rope on him. He slowly walked up to me, pivoted on his front legs and kicked me square in the knee.
That round went to him, but I won the day because he was a gelding by nightfall.
There were many learning opportunities during my internship at The Western Producer, but they were much less painful, and at the end of the day they provided me with something far more useful then a miserable pony.
Thank you to the Producer for giving me the opportunity, and to the people I wrote about for allowing me to tell their stories.