How It All Began...
Well, it all really started when I was about 6 years old.
My parents owned a trucking company in Remer and one of our independent drivers raised Quarter Horses. I was hanging around the truck office and I overheard another driver trying to persuade my dad into giving me a moonblind pinto pony… That didn’t seem like too good of an idea to the guy who
raised horses, so to make a long story short, he convinced my dad into letting me get a horse, but not that one, and I owe a great deal of thanks to Grant and Judy Murrer, because they are the reason I got Yim, Peanut, Skip, Tigo, Rosie, Shelby and all the rest of them in my life.
Most of my friends would be very surprised to know that my first horse was an ARAB. YimYak was bought at auction (like most of mine), she was a beautiful sorrel mare, with a blaze and four matching coronets, but she was only 5 and well I was 6, and you know how the rest of that story goes. So then we got Peanut Butter, a bay pony and adult trained to the hilts!
She was probably a Morgan and Welsh cross, you never really know on these guys, but she was awesome, she parked out in halter and knew all the games, I was the only one who could catch her.
Like most kids, I grew taller and she stayed the same 13 hands, so when I was in 7th grade we decided to sell her and get a show horse. We got Heza Swisher Brick in 1987 at the swanky Twin Cities Quarter Horse Sale, but to me he was my Skipper. He was the real deal too.
He had points in western, halter, and even pleasure driving. I showed Skipper for many years until he was diagnosed with a hock condition, so we slowed him down a bit, and he was content that he didn’t have to work that hard anymore.
I liked to game as much as show, so we came across Tigo and Rosie. Tigo was left for dead in a remote pasture in the woods, good thing my dad saw him while he was loading wood! We got him home and I will never forget how silly he acted, he was so happy to see another horse he was acting like a stallion. Tigo was a 14.0 hh Bay Tobiano and a total goofball. He was fast, funny, and did several tricks. He ate everything in front of him too, even a hamburger once!
Rosie was the show horse most people in the area knew very well. Her registered name was Aledos Request, and she was a real pretty red roan. Rosie was a true diva, she was extremely good at being a show horse. I can remember standing in line-ups after a class, and even before the announcer called out first place, she was moving forward to get it, and most of the time she did. These memories sure put a smile on my face, I have had some really nice horses over the years, but some just stand out a little more than others.
In 1992 I graduated from NHS and in the fall I was in college at UMC-Crookston. My mom and dad wanted me to go to business school, but I had other plans. I majored in Animal Sciences, with an emphasis in Equine Science. I graduated in 1995, and although I have to have a “normal“ everyday job, my husband Mike and I own and operate Cass’ Corral. Our goal is pretty simple, to have fun with our horses, and help the ones who need it. Most of the horses I own have a story or two to tell. I find them at auctions, and by word of mouth. They all need a lot of TLC, need to be trained or re-trained and most importantly -food. This is where my college training comes in handy, and although it wasn’t what they had hoped, my mom Kathleen and my dad Dale are pretty proud of me and the fact that I stuck with it all these years, and they thought it was just going to be a phase.
This website is dedicated to all of the horses who shared a part of my life, and to the ones who will be in it in the future. I hope you enjoy looking at the pictures, and reading the stories and if you ever go through Blackberry, just think about what a moonblind pony meant for a little blonde haired girl from Remer who still has the dream...
Sincerely, Cassie.