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John Hutcheson
Gab Creek Farm, LLC
539 Gab Creek Farm Road
Dahlonega, GA 30533
(706) 864-3690


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Tribute to a Soldier
(February 2003 - January 2012)

“Soldier”, Gab Creek Soldado (PKR Primavera Brio x Longstreet Serenata) was bred, foaled (pre-mature by 30+ days), and raised here on Gab Creek Farm. When I found him cast up on a salt block that cold February morning, I named him “Soldier” because he had to fight for his life. Dr. Ken Marcella got colostrum in him using a stallion catheter.

He spent the first 24 hours in my lap under a heat lamp and a heavy horse blanket. I would pick him up dead weight to nurse as he did not have the strength to stand. Joyce took up the dog blanket to make it small enough for him and the photo at left is when he was finally able to stand alone at three days old. His legs were all askew but he grew out of all that. When he was six months old, if I sat down in his stall, he would lay down and try to get in my lap.

I started him in the spring as a three year old and I felt like crying when I saw how much trust he had. He had natural self carriage and was lightness personified. We went through three hackamore changes and he was ready for the two-rein by

 
the spring of 2011. He graduated to “War Horse” and carried me in the high lonesome in Wyoming, Colorado, and New Mexico.

Back in Georgia, he again fought for his life but succumbed to the ravages of cauda equina and was buried where I can watch over him from the house.

“Friendship without envy, Beauty without vanity.
Nobility without conceit. A willing partner yet no slave”.
I sure loved you partner.

-John Hutcheson
January 2012
 


A SOLDIER IN DEED
A Tribute to “Gab Creek Soldado”
by Susan Suber

Wet Cold and Weak
One Month Too Early
My Future Is Bleak
My Mother Neighs for me to Rise
Too Small too Frail
Again I Try
Two Hands Arrive
Hands Strong and Caring
They Keep me Warm and Fed
And Growing
“YOU ARE A SOLDIER”
He Says to Me
A Soldier in Need
I Will Not Leave

Strong I Grow
Fast and Sure
Two Hands Guide Me
With a Heart That is Pure
They Teach Me All I Need to Know
To Carry us Safely
Thru the Mountains We Go
“YOU ARE A SOLDIER”
He Says to Me
A Soldier In Deed
Not Afraid to Take Lead

We Have Gone the Distance
We Have Traveled Afar
We Have Come To a Crossroads
Decisions Are Hard
I Have Given My Best
As Well As He
It is Time To Let Go
As I Drift Off To Sleep
He Stands and Salutes
“YOU ARE A SOLDIER—AT EASE”

Soldier's Photo Gallery
(click on any picture to enlarge)

 

John and Soldier at a Buck Brannaman Clinic, November 2010 John and Soldier at an Ed Dabney clinic, January 2011

Above photos taken August-September 2011

 

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