It’s been about 7 or 8 days working with this little mustang and I have seen his smart side, his dominant side, and his crazy side. The thing about smart horses is that in the wrong hands they will quickly become bad horses. I had to be even more careful with what I asked of him because if I was too boring he would lose interest and become sour, or if I pushed him too hard he wouldn’t be able to deal with the pressure and he would snap on me. It is truly a gift from God when a smart horse comes along. They teach you how to achieve next level of riding and training excellently. I learn the difference of leaning slightly forward with my chin tilted down vs leaning slightly back with my chin tilted to the side. That subtle of a difference will make him turn on the hindquarters vs. turn on the forequarters. With each of his sides (smart, dominant, or crazy) I always have a unique session every time I train.
I only had 107 more days of training him and he needed a name. Not just any name, a name that meant who he was and where he came from, a name that described his past, present, and destined his future. This mustangs came from the Silver King HMA in Southern Nevada. When I found out that other trainers who had worked with Silver King mustangs had quite a difficult time training, I had been apprehensive of what my 100 days would look like. He had broken the stereotype somehow and proven he was a great horse. Great horses don’t come along very often, in my experience, and I was determined to let him make his mark. One book I had studied when I was younger and just getting into horses was the story of a horseman catching a wild mustang with no fences and saddle starting it in the Nevada high country. He had to have a name in reference to that amazing horse who became a legend. I finally decided on it when I turned in my first progress report at the end of the first week I had him. Silver Shyboy. It fit him perfect..