His story as told by his current owner: "I recieved a call from a stranger in Eastern Iowa that said there was a Curly Stallion there running amuck thru all the neighbors yards trying to find a bite to eat. He had went thru a fence more than once and cut himself up pretty bad. His owner was not feeding him and the mare that he kept with him (and any offspring from the two that hadn't been sold). He said they only had old rainwater in their trough, and there was nothing but black, moldy hay from sitting in the rain and sun, sitting in an old non working truck parked there. But he never fed it. The caller wanted me to come and snatch him, I told him I couldn't do that because of the rarity of the breed and I just don't steal horses! I told him if he talked to the owner, please let him know I was interested in buying him.

I didn't hear from this man for a year, then suddenly received an email from the Owner. He wanted to sell Kreskin or he was going to take him to a sale. I emailed and told him I would buy him and we went out to get him. He had him at another farm that looked more like a old junk farm than a working farm. There were piles of old junk lining the drive clear back to the house and barn, which was also surrounded by junk. Kreskin was at the far back of that old barn without any light or windows, no sign of feed, hay or water. When the guy brought him out he immediately dove for the few blades of grass between the junk piles. You could tell Kreskin didn't like the guy. The halter he had on was held together with wire. The owner climbed on him to show that he rode, and after he got on him he spied a pile of corn and he made a bee line for that. I thought for sure he would buck that guy off when he yarned him away from that pile of corn. He was absolutely frantic for something to eat! The guy got down and I took him over by the our horse trailer and put the new halter I bought him on, then just showed him the pile of hay in the back of the trailer. He just self loaded! His nose stayed in that hay the whole way home, even when we stopped for gas his head never lifted. He was a bit gaunt when we got him home and his one back leg is bad from his accidents with the wire fence. He has settled in here really well and his offspring are the best. He is homozygous for Curl and quite a few of his offsping have been also. I have never regreted going and getting him! We call him "The Amazing Kreskin" because he managed to live thru all of that and still be a kind and sweet boy!