Bobbi ☞ Senior Horse

I’ve been picking myself apart trying to find my own words to describe this remarkable Morgan mare and the affection her owner has towards her. Anyways I will start this story by stating it was a beautiful Summer evening and I had just finished a rather long and exciting day photographing the horse events at the IPE. Can I just say how much I love the IPE and the diverse range of equine/horse events!  Okay enough of that, that is a story for another day *insert cheesy smiley face*

In the words written by Nancy I would like to introduce to you ….

“BOBBI” (Born 1986)
 “I purchased Bobbi (aka “Roberta” on her …. you know “off days”),
Apart-bred Morgan 7-year-old bay mare in May of 1993 for $800 from a teenage girl who had purchased her from a local man the year before at auction. Being a baby boomer, and having not ridden horses since my teenage-hood, moving to an acreage in the Okanagan, now I was ready to own my first horse. (Isn’t that what we are all doing now?)



Bobbi definitely had her problems and quirks and I was now the one to help sort them out. She didn’t load well, wouldn’t tie, was head shy, and very spooky.

Morgan Senior Horse


In the early years, each spring, our first ride out in the cornfields, she would almost always buck me off. I’ve had many a fall from this mare. Her build was so unusual (high withers, narrow chest) I had a custom made saddle built by Peter Horsnell (one of his last, before his death). It fit her (and me) like a glove! I never came out of that saddle! I sent her to a trainer to see if he could get the spook out of her. One day, during his lunch break, he left her in the round pen. When he came back she was out of it. How’s that for jumping?
She has a “10” brand on her hip – the brand was registered with an outfitter in the Cariboo-Chilcotin area I was told – but could never confirm that.
Bobbi loved getting out on the trails; ring work and gymkhanas were not her thing. Years ago a friend encouraged me to do a competitive trail clinic. Don’t know how many miles we did in the bush… but when we returned to the vet check, the vet said this horse should be dead, she had no pulse, she wasn’t even sweaty! She was quite impressed with Bobbi and so was I, but my own body wouldn’t allow me to ride those distances.


I did show her in English performance classes and we won many a ribbon over the years! She was very showy and had this tremendous extended trot to die for! (I wished someone had videotaped that trot – as I never saw the power under me.) I bred her to a black Morgan Stallion, Leanders Ace. She was the perfect mother from the start and gave birth to a (even the vet said) “huge colt” who grew to 16.1HH.

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One year I went on the Children’s Wish Ride in Silver Creek (Salmon Arm) with two other “Morgan horse” riders. We got lost and ended up on this awfully steep, narrow trail – we couldn’t figure out why this was a horse trail – it was way too dangerous. At one point there was a 60 degree slope down to a creek bed and 60 degree uphill on the other side. The other 2 riders chose to dismount. I was too chicken to get off – I knew I could not climb that, and if I hung on for dear life, my horse would get me through safely and she did – whew! We found out afterwards that was the dirt bike trail – yikes – now THAT was a ride! I have always trusted her 100% on the trails – she could get through on any footing, was barefoot, and never lame a day in her life.
When the new sport of Mountain Trail came out a couple years ago, we got into that! Bobbie loved it – and so did I; although she did have her ‘Roberta’ moments, but we got through most obstacles together.

She trusted me and I trusted her.

Just in the last year or so, she became a bit arthritic and her back is becoming swayed. But she will still rip up the hill or frolic in our field when she is out lose! The girl’s still got it!

Luv ya Bob!




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Jay Jay ☞ Senior Horse

Late afternoon on a beautiful June day I ventured out to Kelowna to photograph a 32 year old quarter horse named Jay Jay. One of my favorite few minutes was when Jay Jay put his head over the fence to eat the roses. You see Jay Jay LOVES roses and the garden was usually off limits for this very reason.

brown horse eats roses

In her written words Jay Jay’s loving owner Sue she tells me about Jay Jay.  So here it is,  enjoy!

” I purchased Jay Jay in February of 1989. He was a coming 7 year old, a very good-looking dark bay quarter horse. I had started playing indoor polo the year before and needed a more suitable horse. Being fairly aggressive and athletic, he loved the game and played with all his heart. There was nothing he liked better than to get beside another horse and push them off the ball. We played polo for a couple of years until it became too competitive for us. Thoroughbreds were what was needed and I wasn’t giving up my little quarter horse for anything.
The main thing that we used our horses for was trail riding. We, along with friends of ours, would take a couple of packhorses and head into mountains for a few days of riding and camping. Jay loved that too, tromping through creeks, rivers, windfall, whatever we encountered in the hills. There wasn’t much that would faze him but one day my husband and I had taken our grandson with his pony for a ride in the hills behind our place. I was a bit too relaxed and was turned around in my saddle talking to my husband and grandson, who I had on a lead line, when a flock of ducks exploded from a pond we were riding by. Jay Jay also exploded and whirled around landing me on my backside in the grass. I foolishly thought he was embarrassed that he had dumped me but for quite a few rides after that he would find something to shy at and try to whirl and repeat my “backside in the brambles” episode. He thought it had been fun! Luckily, there was no repeat and he lost interest.
He is a tough little horse who was game for pretty much anything. He loved to chase cows. My husband tried roping off him and we did a little team penning.
He started to have arthritis in his knee when he was about 18 yrs. old and one day when he was 19, in the process of having an argument over the fence with another gelding, he brought his knee up to stomp his front leg and hit it square on a post. That was the end of his riding days. He hated being left home when we took the other horses out for a ride so we tried taking him with us on short, level rides and letting him loose to follow. But follow he would not do. He had always been boss, and boss he still was, so he had to be out front and as a result came home too lame to continue taking him. Poor boy.
Today he is 32 years old and his arthritis has taken its toll. He is enjoying this summer with its hot weather, even playing with his pasture mates at times, running and bucking in the fields. They still defer to him as being the boss. He’s being spoiled this year, allowed to do things and wander about the property, as he has never been allowed to do before. We’ll all miss him when his time comes. “

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September 23, 2014 - 4:27 pm

Laureli - I saw that you take photos of senior horses. We recently had a family reunion of 3 horses. Mare is warmblood and 31 yrs, warmblood son @ 18 and warmblood/paint son @ 13yrs who has never left. Very interesting. The 18yr old left at 3 but came into the yard after 15 yrs where he was born so relaxed to the point where mom and him ate out of the same pile of grain. Who says horses don’t remember.
Thank you for honouring the golden horses