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No Meeting this Month

Instead of our regular club meeting this month we are having an HTR BBQ/Appreciation Fun Day at Bev and Sonny Stiger's.


I know you’ve received the flyer regarding the BBQ but I want to remind people to please come! The BBQ will start at 5:00 p.m. - but come early (3:00 p.m.) and bring your horse for some fun riding events, scavenger hunt (I’ve been on one of Eileen’s scavenger hunts and they are fun!), wagon rides, bonfire and music. No matter if it rains, we will move the BBQ into the garage (but not horses, sorry).

Bratwurst, hamburgers and beverages will be provided by the club. Please bring a side dish – last name A-L brings a salad and M-Z brings dessert. Please bring a chair for yourself and your appetite!

The party will be at Sonny and Beverly Stiger’s, 3675 Juniper Drive. From the frontage road off I-15 (from Custer or from Sierra Road), turn onto Stable road and at 0.2 miles turn left onto Juniper Drive and 0.5 miles Sonny and Bev’s is on the right. I got this off Google directions so if I’m wrong blame Google!

TRAIL RIDES

September 20th through October 2nd – Women’s Campout at Thompson Guard Station

Oh my gosh this weekend was so fun. The weather was perfect; we did get a little shower Saturday afternoon but we were finished riding by then. The cabin was all decorated and the table set when we arrived Thursday afternoon and Eileen had prepared our supper. That woman is a human dynamo.

We had some excellent rides and lots of fun playing some game called Sequence? And of course the infamous scavenger hunt... The cheater of the scavenger hunt shall unfortunately remain a secret according to the rules of the Thompson Guard Station… What happens at Thompson Guard Station does indeed stay at Thompson Guard Station. Dang it. But SHE KNOWS WHO SHE IS.

Saturday night we all loaded up into Jennie’s truck and headed to town for supper and a soak in the hot pool at White Sulphur Springs Motel. If you have not done so, please log on to the club’s website and look at pictures (and no, there are no pictures of us at the hot pool).

There are no more scheduled rides for this season but I’m sure some of us will still get together and ride. We sure missed club members on our rides this summer, we had some great rides and on the Crystal Creek ride September 25th we saw a Lynx!

PROGRAMS

If you were not at the last meeting, you missed a great program put on by some of our own members. Our drill team, Ballerinas on Beasts, performed for us at the West Arena. They put on a great performance. They have obviously had a lot of fun doing this. The effort they have gone to was evident in the smoothness of their program.

Those performing were Angie Johnson on ALi, Staci Stolp on Chazaz, Rose Harmon on Scout, Marilyn Schendel on Beamer & Cheryl Bryant on Raya Bay.

Thank you ladies again for a wonderful program!

Heather Hollandsworth, Public Relations, Programs

Bits and Pieces

Our WEBSITE has been updated. A big thanks to Cheryl Bryant! www.helenatrailriders.org

For information or to submit pictures or comments, please contact Cheryl Bryant – govcup@copper.net. Please submit pictures ONE AT A TIME (she has limits on the size of the messages, well not her but the internet provider does).

If you have anything you would like to post in the Pony Tales, please contact Cheryl Schmidt at 458-3913 or email your request to ornrycwgirl@mt.net. Please have this information to me before the 10th of the month.

Westerns Novels

Do you have a stack of cowboy books that you’ve read and are now piling up? The Lewis and Clark Library is looking for western novels for libraries in our outlaying communities.

Check out your western books and if they’re of good quality, are clean, and don’t have much wear, take them up to the library. You can also drop them in the book deposit box after hours. Thanks! Andrea Ayers

A cowboy appeared before St. Peter at the Pearly Gates.

'Have you ever done anything of particular merit?' St. Peter asked. 'Well, I can think of one thing,' the cowboy offered.

On a trip to the Black Hills out in South Dakota, I came upon a gang of bikers who were threatening a young woman. I directed them to leave her alone, but they wouldn't listen. So, I approached the largest and most tattooed biker and smacked him in the face, kicked his bike over, ripped out his nose ring, and threw it on the ground. I yelled, 'Now, back off or I'll beat the stuffing out of all of you!’

St. Peter was impressed, 'When did this happen?'

'Couple of minutes ago.'

And last but not least, this poem was written for Shirley Herrin after the passing of her husband, Keith. Shirley had to dictate it to me on the phone because her computer was having trouble with email. By the time I was finished typing this both Shirley and I were crying. This poem is for Keith and for those of you who knew him you will understand how appropriate it is. For anyone who feels that bond with their horse, we can be assured that we will see them again someday in greener pastures. And for that I am so thankful. Thank you Shirley for sharing this with the club and thanks to the author for letting us print it.

THE BROTHERHOOD OF THE HORSE

The calling was but a silent thought, thunder shook the land. The ghost horse had come. He pawed at the ground, calling out to his brother. He snorted and danced and spun in a circle, his head up, he blows. Waiting, he calls again, a soft nicker, waiting, he calls again, a soft nicker, a chortle of recognition.

A man comes forth out of the mist. A cowboy bent and weary with life; a man who is of the Brotherhood of the Horse. The man reaches out a trembling hand, his palm open to the glossy neck, resting for a moment. A sigh, a peace, a oneness of soul flows between them. Their hearts beat a single rhythm. The horse tosses his head and pushes into the man, eager to be off, eager for the ride to come.

Grabbing a handful of mane he swings up. As he settles on to the broad back he becomes as he was, young, strong, tall and straight once more.

The horse’s hooves drum the ground, trembling the ghost horse spins; he is one with his brother. The light beckons. The light from which the horse has come and to which his rider must return. He doesn’t look back for the others who are left behind. He will go on ahead and make a fire and wait. He is free now. The ghost horse rears and leaps forward running into the sun.

And so I would like to thank my friend, Keith Herrin Sr. went to meet his maker.

Poem from Linda Lee (Kokoruda) Birmingham for Keith Herrin

Along with the Pony Tales this month, there is another attachment I will be sending. Our Trail Ride Director, Eileen Taylor, put together a survey (questionnaire) for our club members to fill out. She did a great job of covering a variety of subjects.

PLEASE take the time to fill out this survey as your input will be greatly appreciated and will help us as club to grow and change with the times. Thanks to Eileen for taking the time and effort to put this together for us!
“The fragrance stays on the hand that gives the rose”

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