Slush Creeks Jubal S
Early in the spring of 1992 we made a trip down to the Double Diamond Ranch in Rhame, North Dakota. We were taking a mare down to Millers Super Man to be bred. Calvin Miller had passed away and the Double Diamond was being run by his widow, Maxine, and his son, Wade. We were so new to the Tennessee Walking Horse breed; we didn’t know anything about the bloodlines, the gaits, or the history of the breed. All we knew was that we had, by chance, gotten this mare and we were in love with everything about her and we wanted more. While we were at the Double Diamond, Wade gave us a tour of the place, including the barn and the horses. In a back pen were two colts, wild little buggers, they had just been weaned and brought in from the badlands. They were about nine months old. Wade told us he thought the black was a stallion prospect but I wasn’t so sure. He sure had long legs but he was a little scraggly looking, he hadn’t shed off his winter coat yet, and he sure was scared. Mark and I left our mare in Super Man’s court and made the trip home. We did talk about those two colts on the way home because Mark wanted a TWH for himself.
About six weeks later Mark made the trip back down to Rhame by himself and when he came home, he brought that black colt as a present for me because I had quit smoking. Mark and Wade had loaded him into the trailer by running him up the alleyway and into the back of the trailer. He had not been touched, he was still wild and he didn’t have a name. Maxine had said we could name him and to let her know when we did and she would send in his registration papers. We unloaded him and the first thing on the agenda was to get a halter on him. We put him in our alleyway and managed to get him haltered. We put a lead rope on him and let him out. He was terrified but within a very few minutes he calmed down and was even liking the attention. I think that is when we first knew we had something really special! In just a couple of days he was leading and his lessons continued. Boy, was he smart! It took us a little while but we finally settled on a name for this colt. We called him Slush Creeks Jubal S.
Slush Creek is a small creek that only runs in the spring of the year and it empties into a dam just north of our house. The Jubal S came because Mark and I both love the Sackett books by Louis L’Amour and there was a character in these books named Jubal Sackett. We sent Jubal to a trainer to be started under saddle as a two year old but I think Jubal was born broke. We also bred one mare to him in 1993 and in the spring of 1994, a black sabino colt was born. That was twenty years ago. We have learned so much since then.
Jubal was a great teacher and a great ambassador for the breed, spending the next twenty years greeting all sorts of visitors to Slush Creek Walkers. He loved people, even stepping more carefully around the children. Jubal sired over a hundred foals, most of them as kind and gentle as he was. He was so accepting and forgiving of our mistakes and lack of knowledge. He never once challenged us. He gave us all he had every time we asked, no matter who did the asking or what was asked of him. The good Lord gained a mighty steed on December 30th and there will never be another like him here on earth. We will meet him again where the lush green pastures are belly deep, bathed in sunshine, the sparkling streams are cold and clear, and the angels have an endless supply of cookies.
Rest in peace, Slush Creeks Jubal S.
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