Horse Sale Weekend

It was horse sale weekend in Colorado. I hustled around Saturday morning to get all the ones I should have been taking to the sale fed before going. I had really planned on having at least one ready to go, but my knee and the weather has prevented me from doing much riding since I got back from visiting my grandson.
A friend of mine had two horses cataloged in the sale, so I wanted to go see what they brought. Well, I could have found that out later, but it was a HORSE sale. I had to go. It's business-deductible. Besides my horse lovin' niece and her horsey friends were going to be there. No matter that it's 450 miles round-trip in a day.
I got there just as the last horse was showing on the preview. A little late, as usual. There were horses of every size, color and gender. Big horses, little horses, paint horses, speckled horses, grulla horses, black horses, blue horses, gray horses, palominos, duns and lots of plain sorrels and bays. There were pregnant mares, stallions, geldings and fillys. Whatever you could want in a horse, you could have found it there. There was an own grandson of Peptoboonsmal and a son of Shining Spark. These are horses that command $10,000 stud fees. The Peptoboonsmal horse sold for much less than his stud fee, I'm sure. He was a beauty, a blue roan, very correct, two years old and still a stallion. If I did not already have a stallion, I would have been bidding. I couldn't believe they let him go for the $3900 they were bid.
The Shining Spark son was no-saled through the ring, but the auctioneer was interested in him, so there might have been a deal made out back. He was a seasoned show horse that had won championships at some shows, although he did have some age on him at 13. He only garnered a bid of $2,000 in the ring.
The sales were all over the board with not much rhyme or reason that I could see, although I was busy visiting with all my friends and not paying attention like I should have been. Gray seemed to be the in-demand color. Should have taken Gracie! Maybe next time, if her foot gets well.
My friend's horses didn't sell very well. We were all sad. One of them was a very nice own grandson of Two Eyed Jack, and those are getting scarce. He was well, well broke by the kid that trains some for me. The horse brought $2000, which is about half what he should have brought. Mark, the guy that owned him, is a paraplegic who raises horses. He just hooks his bumper-pull trailer to his van, loads them up and takes off with them.
"That chair doesn't slow you down much," I told him.
"If I let it, I'd never do anything," was his reply.
Great attitude.