Welcome to our pine and cypress haven under the red tin roof.
A magical moss laden place among hickories, pines, and oaks with pastures, ponds, and trails where horses live out together and come in to be loved.
Tilda Bogue Farm keeps a handful of boarded horses, a string of hunt horses for hire, and a rack of sidesaddles that go out on lease. The barn is open from eight in the morning until seven in the evening, and if you want to ride outside those hours you are welcome to, as long as you call first so somebody knows you are on the property.
Horses here live out together and come in to their stalls to be loved on, and fed a half scoop apiece while they are at it. It keeps them easy in their minds and easy in your hands. There is water to swim in, hills enough to make a horse honest, and trails that start at the gate.
The farm takes its name from the creek. The Choctaw called it palmetto creek. That story is worth three minutes.
Stalls and group turnout for a few good horses, with hay, feed, and bedding included. Small enough that everyone knows your horse by name and notices when something is off.
Fifty dollars a day for a horse that knows the country, matched to how you ride and how bold you are feeling. Sidesaddle mounts are one hundred dollars a day, by arrangement.
Lessons by appointment, on your horse or one of mine, and saddles fitted and leased by the day or the season.
Every rider on this place signs a release, and every rider reads the guidelines. Helmets on children under eighteen, no exceptions. Slow on the drive. No galloping or jumping outside a lesson without a word from an instructor first.
Print them at home, sign them, and bring them with you.
