Baymule
Herd Master
I got a horse on November 19, 2025. It’s been a week and 3 days. He is an 11 year old throroughbred gelding, 16.1 hands high. His owner is in kidney failure and wanted a good home for him. My youngest granddaughter was taking riding lessons from her. My daughter called me and asked if I wanted a free horse. I was going to Corpus Christi anyway to see middle granddaughter in a school program. So I just took the trailer and went. The school program was good, I enjoyed the evening.
Next morning I followed DD and youngest granddaughter to the stables. The lady, named Jax, said she was making plans to use him as a lesson horse for advanced riders, but now she just wanted to find him a good home. I bought his bit and bridle, because that’s what he’s used to. I drove home slowly at 60-65 MPH, it took 7 hours. Got home, unloaded him and took him to a 2 acre pasture, his new home.
I called him horse. His registered name is Beer Joint, barn name is Pub. Pub doesn’t roll off the tongue, I didn’t like it. Finally on Thanksgiving Day, I hit on Maximus, Max for short.
The first few days, Max had anxiety, crowded me, pushy, pawed, picked up his feed tub and tossed it. Can’t blame him. As a race horse, he was kept in a stall, taken out for exercise and pampered. He was gelded at age 4, still acts like a stud if stalled next to a mare. Jax assured me he was fine to ride with a mare, just not stalled next to one. Ok, I don’t have a mare and there is no barn, no stalls.
I fed him twice a day, talked to him, scratched him, petted and stroked him. Max started settling down, didn’t toss his feed anymore. Then he stopped pawing the feed tub and spilling feed. Stopped being so pushy. He put his large eyes on me, thinking. I talked to him and he has calmed down.
Today when I went to feed him, I talked to him as I approached. HE TALKED BACK! Max huh, huh, huh, huh, at me. As he ate, I scratched, petted and talked softly to him. Then I walked around. Max walked but did not follow. I walked to him, scratched him and walked a few steps, he came to me for more. I scratched, walked away, Max followed. He’s beginning to trust me.
I’m tearing down an old shed behind the house and I’ll use the materials to build Max a 3 sided shelter. I’ll have to haul in dirt to build it up so he isn’t standing in mud. My son is home and he will mow a spot in the back field so I can set up the 60’ round pen. I’ll start Max there. He’s been ridden English and does not neck rein. He’s had a western saddle on, but not much.
I’m in no hurry, I have to earn his trust. A friend that trained horses said he’ll help teach Max to neck rein. This is going to be fun.
Next morning I followed DD and youngest granddaughter to the stables. The lady, named Jax, said she was making plans to use him as a lesson horse for advanced riders, but now she just wanted to find him a good home. I bought his bit and bridle, because that’s what he’s used to. I drove home slowly at 60-65 MPH, it took 7 hours. Got home, unloaded him and took him to a 2 acre pasture, his new home.
I called him horse. His registered name is Beer Joint, barn name is Pub. Pub doesn’t roll off the tongue, I didn’t like it. Finally on Thanksgiving Day, I hit on Maximus, Max for short.
The first few days, Max had anxiety, crowded me, pushy, pawed, picked up his feed tub and tossed it. Can’t blame him. As a race horse, he was kept in a stall, taken out for exercise and pampered. He was gelded at age 4, still acts like a stud if stalled next to a mare. Jax assured me he was fine to ride with a mare, just not stalled next to one. Ok, I don’t have a mare and there is no barn, no stalls.
I fed him twice a day, talked to him, scratched him, petted and stroked him. Max started settling down, didn’t toss his feed anymore. Then he stopped pawing the feed tub and spilling feed. Stopped being so pushy. He put his large eyes on me, thinking. I talked to him and he has calmed down.
Today when I went to feed him, I talked to him as I approached. HE TALKED BACK! Max huh, huh, huh, huh, at me. As he ate, I scratched, petted and talked softly to him. Then I walked around. Max walked but did not follow. I walked to him, scratched him and walked a few steps, he came to me for more. I scratched, walked away, Max followed. He’s beginning to trust me.
I’m tearing down an old shed behind the house and I’ll use the materials to build Max a 3 sided shelter. I’ll have to haul in dirt to build it up so he isn’t standing in mud. My son is home and he will mow a spot in the back field so I can set up the 60’ round pen. I’ll start Max there. He’s been ridden English and does not neck rein. He’s had a western saddle on, but not much.
I’m in no hurry, I have to earn his trust. A friend that trained horses said he’ll help teach Max to neck rein. This is going to be fun.
