I raised Moon much the same way that Shooter is getting raised. He was imprinted. He was gentle. He had regular human contact. Moon never appreciated any of it. His favorite trick was to bite me at feeding time. Believe me...I worked tirelessly to break him of the habit...he was just a dirty, little sneek. I resorted to buying feeders that hung on the fence and dumping the feed over the top. He would still try to get a nip in. I was really happy when he outgrew that!! When it came time to trim his feet...Ohhhhh...I was so proud! Here I had a weanling that was halterbroke, led and I could clean out his feet. Trimming should be a breeze right? NOPE...Moon decided the best way to avoid having his feet trimmed was to stand on my brother's head. When that didn't work, he decided to try flipping himself over backwards. Mad...OMG...I had never seen a colt so mad! My brother fixed his little wagon though. We put him in a stall. My 6'2", 200lb brother pushed him over against the wall and proceeded to trim one front foot. We turned him around and brother pushed him against the wall, went to pick up the other front foot and Moon managed to climb the wall...and then flip himself over. Needless to say, he got his other three feet trimmed while he laid on his back.
Isn't he special looking sporting his new lime green halter?(Megan got it for me for Christmas)...
It took a few years. Lots of cussing...a few thumps in the belly along the way, but by the time he was 3y/o he wasn't too bad. The last time I ever had any problems with him was when he decided that standing on me while I was trimming his feet was a neat trick. I promptly tied his front leg up and let him stand like that for a bit. When he was quiet, I proceeded to trim his foot while it was tied up. It was not a pretty trimming job...but he learned that trying to lay on me wasn't going to work and he couldn't stand on me either. After that-never a problem.One thing about Moon...he is smart. Smart like a coyote...if he thinks he can get away with anything...HE WILL!
Thankfully, he wasn't as belligerent about other things. From the first time I ever tried to clip him, he was fine about it. Broke out without a single hump, jump or spook. He was fairly unimpressive for quite a few years. The first time anyone besides me ever said the liked him was the guy that rode him in the feedlot for me. He tried to buy him. A team roper in AZ tracked a few steers on him. He tried to buy him. I let another heeler start him out of the box for me and he tried to buy him. Everything he does is like old hat to him. When I started him on barrels, I told my mom I thought he was promising...she was like oh yea...ummmm-hmmm. Then she saw him run. Suddenly, she thought he just might make something. It's kinda cool really...he was just a horse and not a particularly noticable horse, until you did something on him or watched him work. All of the sudden you wonder why you didn't notice him before. And how about this? Moon will be 11 this June and I think he is finally maturing! He sure looks different to me...bigger, thicker...fuller in the hip...for the first time in his life, he seems to have some presence about him...talk about a late bloomer-LOL. I am really looking forward to this year...Megan is going to run him in barrels at the HS rodeos. I am hoping we can get to a friend of ours so she can practice some break-a-way on him too. But Moon has become my horse...just like his mother was and I hope Shooter will be in the future.