Reno, he was a hell of a horse. Heart of a giant, but fear of a little kid. Reno was massive 16.5 hands. He was a handful.
I think Reno was 4 and we were riding down a fence one time (he loved to jack people on a fence). I'm keeping him off the wire and all of a sudden he
stops....cold. Both front feet in front of him, dead cold stop. "what's up boy?"
Reno was always very attentive, but this time he was focused on...something. In seconds his lip curled and his ears came flat back against his
He didn't move (at first). He was solid, like a statue. Just rigid. Didn't even sound like he was breathing. (worst possible thing for Reno). I
dug in, just waiting for him to "rodeo"....I couldn't see it, but he could, and he was rigid like a concrete monument. I could feel his chest swell,
his front quarters were solid like iron. He was quivering.
His lack of movement was scaring me, he was just fixed. I figured I was about to be on a Space Shuttle lauch!!
"Back up, Reno...BACK UP!!, boy!!" .... I've got his chin up next to his chest...."BACK UP, boy...BACK UP!!. Reno's dancin', getting ready to rear,
not liking the bit pulled back so hard.
And then it happened. A huge swarm of yellow jackets came out of a hole in front of him. A bunch flew up his nose, I got stung about 20 times and it
was ... rodeo ON!
Reno didn't like to throw me (for some damn reason), but he liked to run...and run he would. Fastest damn horse I've ever known.
Reno's idea of safety was running, and he'd run for 5 miles before you could get a bit to slow him down. He'd spit blood (from a bit) before he'd
stop running. Walked a couple miles back to the corrals that day. Damn horse had his head on my shoulder most of the way. Dunno why. He was a good
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