The Guy Fawkes Heritage Horse Association Inc.

Heritage Horses For Sale

Below is a list of the horses owned by GFHHA currently available to purchase as of 19-7-10. 

 All horses sold by the GFHHA will be registered with the GFHHA Inc and entered into the stud GFHHA book. Our horses are also eligible to be registered with brumby horse associations.

 Digby Foster, a well known horseman and much valued GFHHA Committee member, can provide education for your chosen horse from basic handling through to a complete starting program under saddle. New owners are welcome to make their own arrangements with Digby.

Visitors are always welcome to come and view horses for sale but an appointment is necessary and will ensure a pleasurable visit.

New horses come in regularly, so if you do not see what you are after here, please contact Erica (02)66 575 432 or  Digby or Helen (02) 67 759 149 to discuss other options.

You will also find registered GFHHA horses that are privately owned and for sale at the bottom of this page.

If you own a GFHHA registered horse and would like to advertise it for sale on this website, please contact the Secretary (02) 66 575 342.

 


Youngstock
 
 
 'Guy Fawkes Banksia' 
 
 
 
'Guy Fawkes Kaditchaman'
 
 
This cremello colt is out of an Association retained mare and is reluctantly offered for sale. The GFHHA believes this 8 month old colt has a very promising future as a show horse and potential as a sire and would be thrilled to see him go to a home where this potential can be realized.
 
Kaditchaman is from a taller mare so should grow to a good size. He has a good length of rein, a strong hindquarter and straight legs.
 
An ideal choice for anyone wishing to breed colour, Kaditchaman will produce 100% buckskin or palomino from non-grey mares. Kaditchaman is now 8 months of age and ready to move onto bigger and better things.
 
$1500 show home preferred
 
 

'Guy Fawkes Flinders'
 

 This bay colt will make an exceptional show gelding as he is very well put together and shows good movement. Flinders was born at GFRNP and removed as a young foal, the Association has chosen to retain his dam and Flinders is offered for sale as a weanling. This colt is un-handled however he shows a very confident, intelligent nature and is keen for a pat and some attention.
 
$500
 
 
 'Guy Fawkes Firefly'
 
 
Firefly is a very cute chestnut filly with just enough white.
This filly is 6 months of age and is ready for weaning. Currently on private property, she comes when called with the rest of the herd and is relatively quiet.
 
$350
 
 
'Guy Fawkes Oban'
 
This handsome buckskin colt out of GF Yarra who has recently been been sold after being retained for some time. Yarra's foals have all been well put together and Oban is no exception. This cute little colt will make an outstanding show gelding in both brumby and Open classes. Eligible to register with the appropriate colour registry.
 
$750
 
 
'Guy Fawkes Raine'
 
 
Raine is a beautiful grey weanling filly from one of the GFHHA's most favored mares, Guy Fawkes Snowy and by the black stallion, GF Sargent Pepper (see stallions page). Raine is now of weaning age and is ready to go to a new home. A very solid little filly with a strong broad back and a plenty of spirit.
 
$1000
 
 
 'Guy Fawkes Dundee'
 
Adorable bay colt out of a buckskin mare. Dundee has good conformation and is more on the pony side in type as he has good bone and a solid build. We expect that Dundee will mature around the 13.3hh mark and he shows a clam and sensible nature.
 
$500
 
 
Mares
 
 
 
'Guy Fawkes Spice'
 
 
Unfortunately we cant keep them all! Spice has been a retained mare for the GFHHA for some time now and we will be sad to see her go. Spice is a great little broodmare who stamps her foals with quality and sensible temperaments. Dark bay, approx 13.2hh with great conformation and the LONGEST tail, Spice can be offered as a individual or included in a breeding package with the buckskin stallion 'GF Merlin' (see below) .
 
$700
 
 
 
'Guy Fawkes Flame'
 
 
This young bay mare was re-located from the GFRNP early this year. She has had one chestnut filly and could continue to be a broodmare or is young enough to start under saddle with potential in any arena. Flame is currently running with the Associations bay stallion 'The Overseer' (see stallions page) and it is expected that she would be in foal. This mare could be offered as a breeding package with our buckskin stallion 'GF Merlin' at a negotiated price.
 
$500
 
 

 
Stallions
 


'Guy Fawkes Merlin'

Our beautiful buckskin stallion 'GF Merlin' , retained by this Association for some time now, is sadly offered for sale through no fault of his own. Merlin is approx 14.2hh and considered to be a typical river type horse from the GFRNP. He is 11 or 12 years of age and is strong and athletic with a kind temperament. He is a proven colour producer and will be an asset to any stud wishing to breed coloured stock for endurance or work. 

 Merlin can be offered for sale as an individual or as a package with select mares.

This is the perfect opportunity  to someone wishing to start up their own breeding program or for someone wanting to add further bloodlines to their current stock.

$POA- Realistically priced

 

 

The Man From Snowy River-

Banjo Patterson

There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around
That the colt from old Regret had got away,
And had joined the wild bush horses — he was worth a thousand pound,
So all the cracks had gathered to the fray.
All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far
Had mustered at the homestead overnight,
For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are,
And the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight.

There was Harrison, who made his pile when Pardon won the cup,
The old man with his hair as white as snow;
But few could ride beside him when his blood was fairly up
He would go wherever horse and man could go.
And Clancy of the Overflow came down to lend a hand,
No better horseman ever held the reins;
For never horse could throw him while the saddle-girths would stand
He learnt to ride while droving on the plains.

And one was there, a stripling on a small and weedy beast;
He was something like a racehorse undersized,
With a touch of Timor pony—three parts thoroughbred at least
And such as are by mountain horsemen prized.
He was hard and tough and wiry—just the sort that won't say die
There was courage in his quick impatient tread;
And he bore the badge of gameness in his bright and fiery eye,
And the proud and lofty carriage of his head.

But still so slight and weedy, one would doubt his power to stay,
And the old man said, "That horse will never do
For a long and tiring gallop—lad, you'd better stop away,
Those hills are far too rough for such as you."
So he waited, sad and wistful—only Clancy stood his friend
"I think we ought to let him come," he said;
"I warrant he'll be with us when he's wanted at the end,
For both his horse and he are mountain bred.

"He hails from Snowy River, up by Kosciusko's side,
Where the hills are twice as steep and twice as rough;
Where a horse's hoofs strike firelight from the flint stones every stride,
The man that holds his own is good enough.
And the Snowy River riders on the mountains make their home,
Where the river runs those giant hills between;
I have seen full many horsemen since I first commenced to roam,
But nowhere yet such horsemen have I seen."

So he went; they found the horses by the big mimosa clump,
They raced away towards the mountain's brow,
And the old man gave his orders, "Boys, go at them from the jump,
No use to try for fancy riding now.
And, Clancy, you must wheel them, try and wheel them to the right.
Ride boldly, lad, and never fear the spills,
For never yet was rider that could keep the mob in sight,
If once they gain the shelter of those hills."

So Clancy rode to wheel them—he was racing on the wing
Where the best and boldest riders take their place,
And he raced his stock-horse past them, and he made the ranges ring
With the stockwhip, as he met them face to face.
Then they halted for a moment, while he swung the dreaded lash,
But they saw their well-loved mountain full in view,
And they charged beneath the stockwhip with a sharp and sudden dash,
And off into the mountain scrub they flew.

Then fast the horsemen followed, where the gorges deep and black
Resounded to the thunder of their tread,
And the stockwhips woke the echoes, and they fiercely answered back
From cliffs and crags that beetled overhead.
And upward, ever upward, the wild horses held their way,
Where mountain ash and kurrajong grew wide;
And the old man muttered fiercely, "We may bid the mob good day,
no man can hold them down the other side."

When they reached the mountain's summit, even Clancy took a pull
It well might make the boldest hold their breath;
The wild hop scrub grew thickly, and the hidden ground was full
Of wombat holes, and any slip was death.
But the man from Snowy River let the pony have his head,
And he swung his stockwhip round and gave a cheer,
And he raced him down the mountain like a torrent down its bed,
While the others stood and watched in very fear.

He sent the flint-stones flying, but the pony kept his feet,
He cleared the fallen timber in his stride,
And the man from Snowy River never shifted in his seat
It was grand to see that mountain horseman ride.
Through the stringy barks and saplings, on the rough and broken ground,
Down the hillside at a racing pace he went;
And he never drew the bridle till he landed safe and sound,
At the bottom of that terrible descent.

He was right among the horses as they climbed the farther hill,
And the watchers on the mountain, standing mute,
Saw him ply the stockwhip fiercely; he was right among them still,
As he raced across the clearing in pursuit.
They lost him for a moment, where two mountain gullies met
In the ranges—but a final glimpse reveals
On a dim and distant hillside the wild horses racing yet,
With the man from Snowy River at their heels.

And he ran them single-handed till their sides were white with foam;
He followed like a bloodhound on their track,
Till they halted cowed and beaten; then he turned their heads for home,
And alone and unassisted brought them back.
But his hardy mountain pony he could scarcely raise a trot,
He was blood from hip to shoulder from the spur;
But his pluck was still undaunted, and his courage fiery hot,
For never yet was mountain horse a cur.

And down by Kosciusko, where the pine-clad ridges raise
Their torn and rugged battlements on high,
Where the air is clear as crystal, and the white stars fairly blaze
At midnight in the cold and frosty sky,
And where around the Overflow the reed-beds sweep and sway
To the breezes, and the rolling plains are wide,
The Man from Snowy River is a household word today,
And the stockmen tell the story of his ride.