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Bill Doolin
Bill Doolin was what we named this
black Shetland stallion that I bought
from the owner when we purchased
our fifty acre farm. I didn’t pay much
for him, maybe twenty dollars, but
we had two other ponies so what was
one more. He was only three years
old at the time. Nice mannered for
a stallion and pretty as well, black in
colour with a long flowing mane and
tail. He was a spunky little animal
though, with lots of pep.
I had this little four wheeled buggy
that I bought shortly after and decided
to hook the pony to it. Problem was,
he wasn’t yet broke, neither to ride
or drive. The first thing was to break
him to hamess which I set about to
do. Now I had broke (or trained) a few
saddle horses in the past and I always
started off by ground driving them.
The method was to have someone
lead the animal and then walk along
behind with the lines in hand,teaching
them to stop (whoa), start (giddy up)
and turn in the direction that the lines
(reigns) were pulled. Simple enough.
I already had bought a harness that
just fit him. One problem: who to
get to lead the pony while I drove. At
that time, my wife was a bit afraid of
horses and ponies (she later got over
that).
“I’m not going to lead that
pony! He’s wild. what if something
happens,” she said.
“Nothing is going to happen,” I
assured her. “I’ll have a hold of the
reigns so he can’t go ahead while
you are leading him. It’s absolutely
safe. There is no way that you can get
hurt.”
So one Saturday morning the horse
training session began in a small field
next to the barn. I harnessed the pony
and led him out. I had just finished
cleaning out stalls and was wearing
a pair of rubber boots. This in itself
was a bad idea. I walked
up towards the head of
the pony, grabbed the
bridle and fastened a
lead rope onto the bit.
My wife was standing
reluctantly by, watching
the pony who’s eyes
were beginning to get a real wild
look in them.
“Okay honey. You just grab
the rope and lead him around
the pasture while I drive.”
“I don’t like this,” she said,
“What if he jumps at me?”
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I shook my head in a negative way.
“We already went over this. He can’t
go ahead while I have the reigns in
my hand.”
So it began. I handed her the lead
rope while holding the driving lines
snuggly in hand and letting out line
until I got in position.
“Just start walking away,” I said.
With that I yelled “Giddyup Bill!”
With that, the small stallion reared
up on his hind legs, the wife panicked,
dropped the lead rope, and took off
running! The pony, who was very
quick on his feet spun around facing
me and ran off leaving me to hold a
handful of slack reins until he hit the
end of them at which time he nearly
jerked me out of my boots! Now a
pony can run maybe thirty miles an
hour while a man can run twenty. My
strides as I flew along behind were
about twenty feet in length for about
the first minute, or until we came to
that board fence where he split the
one board going through and left me
hanging on the top one. I looked up
to see him disappearing around the
barn. I got up after I regained some of
my wind and looked around.
Now, the pony was gone - and so
was my wife. Minutes later, I found
her behind the barn when I went
looking for the pony. She was bent
over laughing.
“That was the funniest thing that
I ever seen. You should have seen
yourself with those rubber boots
flying along behind that pony trying
to keep up.”
It wasn’t all that funny to me but it
must have been to her as a spectator.
Her words?
She was still laughing as she said,
“I ran behind the barn because I
didn’t want you to see me laughing.
You and those rubber boots were sure
a sight just touching the ground now
and then, while you tried to keep up
with that pony!!”
“Funny for you,” I said as I
set out looking for Bill Doolin.
P A G E
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