The Apple Fell Too Far From The Tree

Everyone has heard the saying the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree. I am turning that around in a way as to say the apple fell to far from the tree. If anyone knows Steve Edwwards they will know what he thinks of today's "established" horse world. They view things much differently.

A horse isn't measured much in there quality but more in the quantity they take from your wallet. They are seen as a shiny trophy or a pretty blue ribbon. A horse in the established horse world is merely a prize to be won, a game to be played, and money to make. Their horses run around rings and do things that no animal was made for doing. Sure we have bred them out to do those things. At what cost?

Inbreeding is a major factor. Some people want that special pedigree that shouts at the judges,"just look at my family, I am more than good". A beautiful, perfect colored, great confirmation, built in discipline, no mind for there own, horse. You know what it says to me? Health issuies. A vet bill. A horse that is only made for what I have bred it. Another trophy, ribbon, and heart break when I must uthanize it do to health complications from pre-existing family problems that inbreeding has only made worse. My views are very different. One may think too harsh.

I would disagree. My horse can go for miles, in the heat, rain, snow, cold, rocks, dirt, or sand without showing signs of breaking down. They carry me long and hard. They do what I want but think for themselves. They don't have names that are run-offs from every other horse on that piece of paper showing their family. They enjoy my company and I respect and love theirs. My horses will live long, happy, and healthy lives.

Will your top prized, blue ribbon winning, ring running, judge pleasing, pedigree mess, live a long, happy, healthy, and fulfilled life? I think not.

Those of the established horse world are apples that didn't fall far from the tree. They think selfishly and want the next best thing in life that can make them noticed. Others are apples that fell too far from the tree becausw they really try to do right by their horses. But us from the mustang and other protected breed areas, are the peices of candy that everyone cherishes better and picks first, not that sour, wormy apple.