Scotch Megafleet's Aventures
About the Magnificent Me
Well, my name is Molly, and I’m a seventeen(as of March 1 200 cool -year-old girl who had a fascination and deep affection for our furry little equine friends. I’ve always been attracted to horses for as long as I can remember and am very dedicated to them. Besides horses, I enjoy art and have been encouraged by quite a few people that I should pursue a career in illustration (not a fan, but it’s starting to grow on me). I love, love, love the Des Moines Buccaneers! They’re an armature (USHL) ice-hockey team that showcases 16-21 year olds that are looking for college scholarships. And, I’m not just a fan because there’s quite a few cute guys in the sport, but rather I do find the sport itself very entertaining and intriguing.
Well anyways, lets get to the stuff you really want to know about (hah), the horses! First things first, you need to know what I/my horses have gone through to get where we are. So, I’ll start by talking about Jester Park Equestrian Center. Joy. Can you tell I’m not particularly fond of this place? I volunteered there for nearly three years and they treated me and other volunteers like absolute cr*p. Not to mention the horses that were boarded there. Just uck.
My future mare Lady, was actually bought to Jester while I was volunteering there. She was a healthy, nice, well mannered mare when she came – but after her owner was thrown from her other horse and became terrified of horses, Lady was confined to a 15’x15’ outdoor paddock with no shelter for nearly two years. They considered her crazy and psychotic because she has two blue eyes and I’d stumbled across workers whipping her with the driving lunge on multiple occasions. I offered to take her out to the outdoor arena to let her run around and just get out, but they just blew me off. So – being a bad little girl, after everyone left (which was just idiotic of them in the first place to leave a 14-year-old volunteer completely unattended in a boarding facility) I’d take Lady out and let her out in the outdoor. She’d gallop around for a while and I just watched her until she came trotting over to me and stood at the fence, then I’d take her back.
Then came along Lee. She’s a 50-year-old lady who is also in love with horses like I am. We immediately bonded and she too took a liking to little miss Lady. I won’t go into detail about Lee’s past, but I’ll just say she’s had it rough. She’s not an expert on horses, but is very willing to learn and in general means well. We ended up adopting Lady together and started to nurse her back to health (not only was Lady whipped and confined, she lost quite a bit of weight and in general just wasn’t a very health horse when we got her).
By then, I had convinced my parents that I was truly serious about my love for horses (it’s three years later since I started volunteering at Jester nearly everyday after school and on weekends) and I finally got my very on horse. Jag. My baby boy. We found him by finding a newspaper ad saying,
“Several Show Quality APHA & AQHA for sale or lease. All ages including point producing mares. $1500 & up.”
Funny thing is he is exactly NOT what I wanted in looks: A thin, tall, leggy chestnut gelding. I wanted a FQH, short and stocky – preferably roan, mare or gelding. I did not want a chestnut unless he/she was perfect! But, Jag – he was just the one (CHEESEY, no?) Crabby little booger, wanted absolutely nothing to do with me – but I don’t know. He was just special. You could tell he would test you, but was mannered enough to mind you. So, he was mine!
I was the happiest girl on Earth at that point in time.
The very next day I had him trailered out Jester (not knowing where else to go). That’s when my deep hate for Jester really spread into my heart. They put him in a paddock with three moody mares – known moody mares. I stopped volunteering (the only reason why I had continued is because I couldn’t come out and be with the horses unless I did, and as soon as I became a boarder and got Jag, I had no reason to continue being there slave) and they were resentful and since they couldn’t take it out on me – they took it out on Jag. Oh sh*t – I was a pissy little teen. I immediately started looking for a new barn and it took me (and Lee) two weeks to find a new barn, and it that short time, Jag lost 200lbs and his hide went to crap from all the kick and bites that he got.
So, Lee and I got a person to trailer Lady and Jag out of Jester and we were off to Painted Prairie Acers.
Wow. That place was insane! Beautiful facility, auto-waterers, hay racks, double-dutch doors out to personal paddock which then led out to a 20 acre pasture, indoor wash room w/ heated water. A Large indoor arena with viewing area, an office with bathroom and shower. Over top was a hay loft with drop door to each stall so you’d open the door, push the hay down into the hay rack and walla! Beyond that is a 50 acre pasture (which Jag and Lady were in) and over 200 acres of trail land. Just a great facility.
Man, the people ruined it though. The owner was an a**l b*tch who was just – uh! All the girls that boarded there were snobs to Lee and I because we didn’t have show horses (not to mention Lady was still considered crazy, not because of her attitude though, but she was mental abused, of course she’s shy and spooky.) nor did we show in the first place. So that didn’t last for long. About four months there, we moved to Stony Field.
Not nearly as ‘nice’ of a barn, but it was a barn. Quite a few stalls, smaller indoor arena, two outdoor arenas, 20 acre pasture plus some smaller paddocks. Ect. Ect. While we were there, we bought Sar. Our 29-year-old Arabian gelding. He came to use a elderly, but healthy horse. While there he lost nearly half his body weight and actually went into a seizure (and we were feeding him his serving of evening food every night, only leaving morning feed to the actual barn, so they must have been completely not doing it [not to mention we fixed his grain scoop at night so see if it would be moved by the next evening, which on multiple occasions it wasn’t]) . After that we pretty much flipped the owners the bird and moved on.
From there, we went to a small privately owned place, which I’ll refer to as Lana’s (owner’s name). A small barn, only six stalls, no indoor arena, a round pin, but lots of pasture space. We actually would have stayed there, but out horse’s wouldn’t have had much shelter for the winter months, and it was 40 miles round trip to get there (also the owners were having financial problems, and we didn’t want to be there if they went into bankruptcy) So, we went to where we are now.
This place is like our savor. An elderly couple that used to own horses about 15-20 years ago said we could pretty much ‘have’ the land for our horses, we just have to take care of them and do everything (They’re so willing because if they have horses on their land, they get tax reduction for livestock, and they can’t be forced to sell their land to developers, so it’s a good deal for them as well.). We don’t have to pay board so it’s pretty much like it is our own little place. And best of all, it’s only two miles away from my house.
There’s a small barn, three stalls, a feed area, huge tack room, and the barn is walk in for the horses for shelter. Out side there’s a small paddock which connects to a lane or leads out to the front pasture which is around 3-4 acres large. The lane leads back to the back pasture which is 6-7 acres large and has a small stream running through it and trees for natural shelter. So, it’s just a great little place for us.
And that’s pretty much where we are now! Happy in our little barn with our three horses. :3
About the Purty Little Horses
Scotch Megafleet
a.k.a. Jag
Basics first; Jag is my six-year-old (as of June 2007) registered breeding stock paint gelding. He's my first horse and I love him with all my heart and sole. I bought him two years ago in the summer of 2005 when he was a wee four-year-old and before I had him, he was being showing WP classes as a two-year-old.
Lil’ Lady Croton
a.k.a. Lady
Will add Later!
Sahlaris
a.k.a. Sar
Will add Later!
About the Magnificent Me
Well, my name is Molly, and I’m a seventeen(as of March 1 200 cool -year-old girl who had a fascination and deep affection for our furry little equine friends. I’ve always been attracted to horses for as long as I can remember and am very dedicated to them. Besides horses, I enjoy art and have been encouraged by quite a few people that I should pursue a career in illustration (not a fan, but it’s starting to grow on me). I love, love, love the Des Moines Buccaneers! They’re an armature (USHL) ice-hockey team that showcases 16-21 year olds that are looking for college scholarships. And, I’m not just a fan because there’s quite a few cute guys in the sport, but rather I do find the sport itself very entertaining and intriguing.
Well anyways, lets get to the stuff you really want to know about (hah), the horses! First things first, you need to know what I/my horses have gone through to get where we are. So, I’ll start by talking about Jester Park Equestrian Center. Joy. Can you tell I’m not particularly fond of this place? I volunteered there for nearly three years and they treated me and other volunteers like absolute cr*p. Not to mention the horses that were boarded there. Just uck.
My future mare Lady, was actually bought to Jester while I was volunteering there. She was a healthy, nice, well mannered mare when she came – but after her owner was thrown from her other horse and became terrified of horses, Lady was confined to a 15’x15’ outdoor paddock with no shelter for nearly two years. They considered her crazy and psychotic because she has two blue eyes and I’d stumbled across workers whipping her with the driving lunge on multiple occasions. I offered to take her out to the outdoor arena to let her run around and just get out, but they just blew me off. So – being a bad little girl, after everyone left (which was just idiotic of them in the first place to leave a 14-year-old volunteer completely unattended in a boarding facility) I’d take Lady out and let her out in the outdoor. She’d gallop around for a while and I just watched her until she came trotting over to me and stood at the fence, then I’d take her back.
Then came along Lee. She’s a 50-year-old lady who is also in love with horses like I am. We immediately bonded and she too took a liking to little miss Lady. I won’t go into detail about Lee’s past, but I’ll just say she’s had it rough. She’s not an expert on horses, but is very willing to learn and in general means well. We ended up adopting Lady together and started to nurse her back to health (not only was Lady whipped and confined, she lost quite a bit of weight and in general just wasn’t a very health horse when we got her).
By then, I had convinced my parents that I was truly serious about my love for horses (it’s three years later since I started volunteering at Jester nearly everyday after school and on weekends) and I finally got my very on horse. Jag. My baby boy. We found him by finding a newspaper ad saying,
“Several Show Quality APHA & AQHA for sale or lease. All ages including point producing mares. $1500 & up.”
Funny thing is he is exactly NOT what I wanted in looks: A thin, tall, leggy chestnut gelding. I wanted a FQH, short and stocky – preferably roan, mare or gelding. I did not want a chestnut unless he/she was perfect! But, Jag – he was just the one (CHEESEY, no?) Crabby little booger, wanted absolutely nothing to do with me – but I don’t know. He was just special. You could tell he would test you, but was mannered enough to mind you. So, he was mine!
I was the happiest girl on Earth at that point in time.
The very next day I had him trailered out Jester (not knowing where else to go). That’s when my deep hate for Jester really spread into my heart. They put him in a paddock with three moody mares – known moody mares. I stopped volunteering (the only reason why I had continued is because I couldn’t come out and be with the horses unless I did, and as soon as I became a boarder and got Jag, I had no reason to continue being there slave) and they were resentful and since they couldn’t take it out on me – they took it out on Jag. Oh sh*t – I was a pissy little teen. I immediately started looking for a new barn and it took me (and Lee) two weeks to find a new barn, and it that short time, Jag lost 200lbs and his hide went to crap from all the kick and bites that he got.
So, Lee and I got a person to trailer Lady and Jag out of Jester and we were off to Painted Prairie Acers.
Wow. That place was insane! Beautiful facility, auto-waterers, hay racks, double-dutch doors out to personal paddock which then led out to a 20 acre pasture, indoor wash room w/ heated water. A Large indoor arena with viewing area, an office with bathroom and shower. Over top was a hay loft with drop door to each stall so you’d open the door, push the hay down into the hay rack and walla! Beyond that is a 50 acre pasture (which Jag and Lady were in) and over 200 acres of trail land. Just a great facility.
Man, the people ruined it though. The owner was an a**l b*tch who was just – uh! All the girls that boarded there were snobs to Lee and I because we didn’t have show horses (not to mention Lady was still considered crazy, not because of her attitude though, but she was mental abused, of course she’s shy and spooky.) nor did we show in the first place. So that didn’t last for long. About four months there, we moved to Stony Field.
Not nearly as ‘nice’ of a barn, but it was a barn. Quite a few stalls, smaller indoor arena, two outdoor arenas, 20 acre pasture plus some smaller paddocks. Ect. Ect. While we were there, we bought Sar. Our 29-year-old Arabian gelding. He came to use a elderly, but healthy horse. While there he lost nearly half his body weight and actually went into a seizure (and we were feeding him his serving of evening food every night, only leaving morning feed to the actual barn, so they must have been completely not doing it [not to mention we fixed his grain scoop at night so see if it would be moved by the next evening, which on multiple occasions it wasn’t]) . After that we pretty much flipped the owners the bird and moved on.
From there, we went to a small privately owned place, which I’ll refer to as Lana’s (owner’s name). A small barn, only six stalls, no indoor arena, a round pin, but lots of pasture space. We actually would have stayed there, but out horse’s wouldn’t have had much shelter for the winter months, and it was 40 miles round trip to get there (also the owners were having financial problems, and we didn’t want to be there if they went into bankruptcy) So, we went to where we are now.
This place is like our savor. An elderly couple that used to own horses about 15-20 years ago said we could pretty much ‘have’ the land for our horses, we just have to take care of them and do everything (They’re so willing because if they have horses on their land, they get tax reduction for livestock, and they can’t be forced to sell their land to developers, so it’s a good deal for them as well.). We don’t have to pay board so it’s pretty much like it is our own little place. And best of all, it’s only two miles away from my house.
There’s a small barn, three stalls, a feed area, huge tack room, and the barn is walk in for the horses for shelter. Out side there’s a small paddock which connects to a lane or leads out to the front pasture which is around 3-4 acres large. The lane leads back to the back pasture which is 6-7 acres large and has a small stream running through it and trees for natural shelter. So, it’s just a great little place for us.
And that’s pretty much where we are now! Happy in our little barn with our three horses. :3
About the Purty Little Horses
Scotch Megafleet
a.k.a. Jag
Basics first; Jag is my six-year-old (as of June 2007) registered breeding stock paint gelding. He's my first horse and I love him with all my heart and sole. I bought him two years ago in the summer of 2005 when he was a wee four-year-old and before I had him, he was being showing WP classes as a two-year-old.
Lil’ Lady Croton
a.k.a. Lady
Will add Later!
Sahlaris
a.k.a. Sar
Will add Later!
