~Country Born, Country Bred~ (Slacker spot Open)

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[The Love Of Horses]

(It's all good Accepted)

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Mike Long
Male | 19 | The Red Neck
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Ｎａｍｅ:: Howdy, my name is Mike.
Ｎｉｃｋｎａｍｅ:: I do not have any nickname. That means do not call me Mikey. I hate that name.
Ａｇｅ:: I was born on February 5, 1995. That makes me nineteen wonderful years old.
Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ:: I am a boy. Born that way and if anything changes I am sure to notice.

Ｈａｉｒ Ｃｏｌｏｒ:: My hair is a dark red brown color but it is hard to tell under my hat. I like to keep my hair just long enough to run my fingers through but short enough to hide under my hat. I guess its kinda a cowboy, country kid, thing. I hate gel so gives away that I never spike my hair.
Ｅｙｅ Ｃｏｌｏｒ:: My eyes are a light brown with a green tint to them. Do not ask about the green, kinda runs in the family. A little unique part of me.
Ｈｅｉｇｈｔ:: I stand at only five foot three in height. Sucks when trying to mount my seventeen hand horse. Being short sometimes also helps when ya get stuck under the bull.
Ｗｅｉｇｈｔ:: I weigh a small one hundred and thirty pounds. Easier to go flying off a horse, which always hurts.
Ｂｏｄｙ Ｔｙｐｅ:: Since I ride horses and have worked with them all my life my short little body has gain lots of muscle. Short and skinny are good then you add muscle and your sexy...haha. But along with my built body, I have scars from many broken bones. I have literally broken every bone in my body for getting stepped on or bucked off. My favorite scars are the hoof shaped ones cause those take the place of a real tattoo.

Ｔａｔｔｏｏｓ:: On my back I have a large tribal tattoo. It has no real meaning to it but being young at the time my father agreed to take me to get one.

Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ:: I can say that I am pretty laid back. I was taught manners at a young age so I can be very polite. You know, that southern hospitality. All men should have a little of southern hospitality. My parents raised me right and we always went to church. Everyone thinks that I am the country girls soul mate.We are almost exactly alike and always act so in love. We have been together sense anyone can remember.

Ｂａｃｋｇｒｏｕｎｄ:: Born and raised in the in a small town of Monroe, North Carolina, I have been working on a farm all my life. My family was a little on the crazy side when it came to owning a farm. We had everything from a two acre farm with over one hundred cattle to a small chicken pen. My father was a champion bull rider and my mother showed cattle. It was a great life for a young kid. Sadly our finances would not allow us to keep all two hundred acres and all our stock. So we down sized a little selling half our land which also began to separate my family. I was only ten years old when my parents finally called it quits on their marriage. My father kept the farm and my mother moved into the city. I lived mostly with my father during those times only because I had a hard time adjusting to the city life. I have never any day in my life stepped foot in a school. I was taught everything I know from my father. He began to teach me how to bull ride, rope, cut, barrel, team rope, anything. We worked on trucks, tractors, or anything with a motor as a side hobby. I started competing in rodeos at twelve, though young I looked older. I won my first competition and have placed decently since. My father was proud and took me on a trip to catch a wild horse. Out in Texas there was a small wild horse rescue where daring people bought and broke some of the best horses I have seen. It proved more difficult than bareback at the rodeos.

With years ahead of me I began the process of breaking my new horse. My father put my rodeo training on hold and helped all he could with my horse. It did not take long for the stallion to realize that me sitting in the coral meant treats. I never used rope, or any other breaking material. My father called it the Native way of breaking a horse. Hours went by each day that I sat in the middle of the coral and the bond between me and my horse began. When I was able to ride him, bareback was easier, I practiced my roping. Turned out to be a great horse and I took him to my first competition. We did not win but I knew that he trusted me more than anything else.

When I turned fourteen I was competing in many rodeos, manly the bull riding and the cafe roping. I raised my horse Trigger to be a great roping horse and I am currently working with him on cutting. The bond between us has grown stronger than ever. When I turned sixteen, I got the news that my mother had been killed by a drunk driver. Though I had not seen my mother in four years, I still wept and grieved. After which my father continued to help me train and become better, but with his older age it was more difficult for him. Trusting I was doing fine on my own, he found this summer camp for me to train and compete at. At nineteen I decided to give the camp a try. It was not the best of camps. I quit the camp only three days in because they told me the bond between the horse and I was mere friendship and not competitive. What ever that meant. I came back to my father who passed away of a heart attack. It hit me hard and began to train harder than ever. My only friends have every been in rodeos and the farm hands at home.

Ｃｌｏｔｈｉｎｇ Ｓｔｙｌｅ:: You will always see me in a pair of jeans and boots. That only changes when I wish to go swimming. My shirts are either plaid or plane. Camouflage is just as amazing, anything from hats to shirts. I have a variety of hats, you know the cowboy ones, as well as a variety of ball caps. I have a cross necklace I never take off and a ring that my father wore. In the winter I wear heavy jackets and other warm clothing. But I always have boots. Can't be a cowboy without the boots. I gratefully have only three pair, one for dirty work, another for riding and the last for competition.

Ａｓ Ｆｒｅｅ ＡｓＴｈｅ Ｗｉｎｄ:: I have one very loyal and amazing horse. His stable name is As Free as the Wind but I simply call him anything. I guess when your as close to a horse as I am, its hard to pick a true name. My father called him Trigger because he was always unpredictable and as my dad would say, "He goes off like one of those trigger happy gunslingers in the movies." So his name is Trigger.

He is a gelding and about seven years old. I have been told he is a American Mustang. He is a buckskin color with a black strip down his back. His mane and tail are black as night and his eyes a calm brown.

He rides more Western or bareback. He is a high spirited horse with tons of energy. At only four years old he learned to open and close just about any door. Even if I close a door or gate, Trigger is not to far behind to reopen it. There is no huge need of a lead rope with this young gelding because where ever I go Trigger is right behind. He is a loyal and gentle horse and will do anything for affection. His curiosity often gets him into trouble but he will find a way to get attention if getting into trouble gets him attention. So if he is laying in the pasture or laying in his stable, ignore him. Though he loves his attention, I am the only one who can ride him.


Ｏｌｄ Ｂｌｕｅ::Old Blue is just as amazing as my horse. He follows me on foot and in the saddle where ever I go. His small tail runs a million miles an hour especially on a trail ride, sometimes catching a ride in the saddle with me. With a happy personality it is hard to find the dog sad or depressed. Rain or shine this dog will beat me out to the barn just to sit and wait. He is a black and white border collie with beautiful brown eyes. He answers to Blue mostly. Following Trigger everywhere, the two have become best of friends. He is not shy when it comes to cattle and without instruction often rounds them up just for the fun.

[The Love Of Horses]

(Accepted )

[canis,]

Reserve the Quiet One, please.

[lacrosse31aspen]

--may I please reserve the quiet one?--

[lacrosse31aspen]

--oh sorry I didn't see it was reserved Nevermind then I guess.--

[The Love Of Horses]

(Sorry she has already been reserved, I forgot to put it up there. but the Slacker is still open for anyone)

[lacrosse31aspen]

--I guess I reserve the jock then please--

[The Love Of Horses]

(Oki doki )