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                                                        Intrepido MC

IAHLA #: 8873 (S)

Date of Birth: 02-09-2005 

Color: Gray  


(Telegrama X Tortollila V)
IAHLA Registration #: 7433 (S)
PRE#: 2002693

Noria TG

(Ofendido VII x Holgazana)
IAHLA Registration #: 4445 (S)
PRE#: 22EU464

*** As of 2009, Intrepido MC is no longer available for breeding. He was the only stallion in the United States carrying the genetics of his great sire, Tortolillo. In spite of that, we made the decision to castrate him in 2009, so that he could once again be a part of a herd environment and live a full, happy life. We do have frozen semen available, but it is being reserved for personal use of our own mares. In time, we hope to present an extremely genetically valuable group of offspring that will continue to carry on this precious bloodline.

Below is some information and history about Intrepido MC and how he came to be a part of our lives at Renaissance Winds. We hope that will give you some insight into this remarkable horse and why we chose him as our second foundation sire. Thank you, and enjoy...

Arising from a collaboration of two renowned breeders, Abelardo Morales Puron of the Cortijo Las Morerias in Monterrey, Mexico, and Karen Jenkins of Music City Andalusians in Ocala, Florida, Intrepido MC is the offspring of a National Champion sire and a National Champion dam.

With heavy Militar and Terry breeding on his sire's side, Intrepido's bloodlines are exquisite, with notables such as Agente, Hosco II, and Nevado III.

On his dam's side, her Terry influence is very apparent in his undeniable gorgeous looks and exquisitely chiseled features. Her bloodlines are influenced by Jenson, Poseido V, and Dadiviso XIV, from the famous Paco Lazo lines.

Intrepido may very well attain the size and substance of 16+H sire, whose untimely and unnecessary death was a tragic loss to the breed.

Intrepido MC was only one of five offspring sired by the unforgettable Tortolillo, and only ONE of two colts born out of the five.

Intrepido's brother, Attila was gelded as a young horse and was never bred, leaving Intrepido as the only stallion in the United States carrying the bloodlines of Tortolillo.

Intrepido is registered with the IALHA Association in the United States.

He was inscribed in The Spanish Stud Book as of 9/29/2007. He was eligible for Revision under the PRE standards, but the upheaval in Spain during that time over the ownership of the Spanish Studbooks left questions as to who would actually carry this process out... appropriately.

We were lucky to receive Intrepido's Carta with the true Spanish seal back from Spain, as many cartas from U.S. Andalusians were confiscated or "lost" over there.

Since that time, two registries arose in the United States, both claiming to be THE source for the Spanish revision process.

After receiving little or no clarification as to whom we needed to be revising Intrepido through, we elected simply not to do anything. His heritage alone will speak for itself with both parents having PRE recognition and registration in the old Spanish studbooks.

                                                     ~ Full Circle ~

When I was a young, somewhere... probably in some movie... I remember seeing a beautiful white horse with a long flowing mane, and a tail that seemed to trail for a mile behind.

At the time, I did not know that the possibility of that horse being an Andalusian was pretty certain, but what I DID know was that I would spend the next number of years trying to find out just what kind of horse that was.

And at that point in my life, I never dreamed that I would one day actually OWN one...                   

As much as we had come to love the American Saddlebred, Frank and I had become quite enamored with the Andalusian horse, with its immense bone structure and overall hardy nature.

We wondered what it might be like to cross our Saddlebred mares with such a stallion...

After reviewing dozens and dozens of videos, DVD's, and talking to many people, we found what we thought would be the perfect stallion.

When I arrived in Ocala, Florida, I met the unforgettable stallion Tortolillo, and knew he would be the perfect cross for our mares.

We agreed to breed several of our mares to Tortolillo, but were not able to accomplish it through artificial insemination... "mail-order pregnancy," if you will. So we elected to wait until the following Spring and just take our mares to Florida in hopes of getting our mares bred.

When the next spring rolled around, we called Karen to arrange to bring our mares to her farm. It was then that we learned that Tortolillo was dead... poisoned by a disgruntled employee.

No words could describe the devastation and sadness that we felt upon learning that such a brilliant life had been so selfishly extinguished... and our hopes in breeding our mares were also seemingly dashed. Or so it seemed...

Sometimes life has a way of leading you around only to end up at the same place you started out...

Almost a year passed since Tortolillo's death. During that time, we had purchased our Saddlebred stallion, Harlem's P.R. Man, and had started breeding our mares to him. The thought of crossing our mares with an Andalusian had become a dream that we decided was just never going to come true.

One day I decided to contact Karen. Something in the back of my mind told me that I needed to call her. It was then I learned that prior to Tortolillo's death, he had bred five Andalusian mares. Those five mares had give birth to five foals... three fillies... and two colts. Karen had one of the colts... and because he was so closely related to her own stock of horses, she was offering him for sale. He was 8 months old.

His name was Intrepido MC.

I hung up the phone and we hit the road to Florida. Eighteen hours later, we pulled back into the driveway with our young Andalusian stallion, Intrepido... son of the beloved Tortolillo.

                     We had come full circle... but in such a bittersweet way.


             In.trep.id.o (In-trep'id-o): Outstandingly courageous: fearless.

                               ( ok... well, sort of... maybe not at first...)                                       


When Intrepido first arrived at our farm, he was smallest of the small.

At only eight months old, I knew that everyone in the field would pick on him... especially because he didn't "exactly" look like a Saddlebred...

... he didn't act like a Saddlebred...

... and he sure didn't fit the picture of the free-flowing mane and tail Andalusian that I had pictured in my MIND.

One of the principles that Parelli teaches is to "Protect Your Herd of Two."

No doubt, little Intrepido was going to need all the protection he could get, regardless of who it came from.

I needed to establish myself as the leader of our herd with my new "foal"... he and I. So, it was my job to protect him as a mare would protect her baby. 

When we walked into the field, the horses knew that there was a "new kid" in town. The entire herd came thundering over the hill towards us.

Intrepido started dancing around on the end of the lead rope like a June-bug tied to a string.

I stood calmly as the group neared, and then rolled out the string on my Carrot Stick, swishing it back and forth like a mare would angrily swish her tail to send out a warning.

I asked Intrepido to stay behind me, which he was more than happy to do... while quietly peering over my shoulder.

Slowly, each horse came over to Intrepido, sticking out a curious nose to say "hello."

Those that were a little too bold had to go to the back of the "line" until they understood that no one was going to pick on Intrepido... at all.

We did this for many weeks, until our arrival into the field was no longer hailed by thundering hooves and inquisitive stares.

Each time, Intrepido became a little braver but still stayed near me and my carrot stick.

When it seemed that no one was interested in the odd colored big-eared youngster, anymore, it was time to take the next step...

Intrepido and I made our way out to the field, and walked calmly through the gate like we always had done. We stood nearby as all the other horses paid no attention to us what-so-ever.

I untied Intrepido's halter, and for the first time, he was completely free. I thought he would take off and run over to the other horses, but he just stood there by my side. We had done this so many times that I knew that he still felt connected to me, even though he wasn't.

When the reality of "freedom" started to sink in, Intrepido began to mosey towards the herd. They had started to look at him with renewed interest since I wasn't "attached" to him anymore.

Intrepido called out to them in a soft, uncertain voice as if to say, "Ummm.....hello?"

They each came over to him, politely sniffing noses.

I thought, "Hey, this is good..." and started to give myself a great big pat on the back.

                     I should have waited just a few seconds longer...

About the time that I was thinking I'd done such a fine job of "integrating", the younger geldings decided that it was time for a game of "Chase the New Guy!"...

... and of course Intrepido was tagged as "IT."

Intrepido immediately took off with a merry band of equine hoodlums in hot pursuit.

They meant no malice... but they had forgotten to convey that to the young colt fleeing from them in complete terror.

Feeling that he was in some sort of peril, Intrepido did the only thing that he knew to do...

...find the safest place in the field...

...which was where?...


That was just fine... when we were just standing around getting to know everyone.

But, now, seeing that little rose-gray freight train barreling towards me with the obvious intention of getting behind me, well... I just shut my eyes, held my breath... and hoped for a soft landing.

Thankfully, Intrepido had learned his lessons well.

Just as he neared me, he careened to one side and slid safely behind my back... his head perfectly poised over my shoulder, as usual. I could not help but breath a huge sigh of relief..

... for me AND him!

The other horses, realizing that he had made it safely to "Base," gave up the chase immediately, and settled back down to grazing.

Eventually, Intrepido made fast friends with everyone out in our field. They all enjoyed a good game of "Chase" from time to time... and took turns being "It." But there were still a few occasions when he came running to my side just to feel "safe", if only for a few moments.

You just never know the comfort that another creature receives in the smallest of actions taken in their defense... real or imagined.

They do not forget those things...

...and Intrepido never has.

As Intrepido has matured over the years, we have learned that there are VERY distinctive differences between the two breeds.

Where the Saddlebred has a built in Play Drive... always busy, busy, busy... always interested in what you're doing and not afraid to get right in there to "help," well... the Andalusian is somewhat different.

The Andalusian is more of an observer by nature, never fully committing himself to anything until he knows that his human can be trusted.

Once that is established, there is nothing that an Andalusian won't do. They  just don't "do" it with the high step and high-energy that a Saddlebred does.

When we look out into the field now, it is hard to remember Intrepido as the shy and awkward youngster that arrived on our farm.

Each year, he amazes us with his continued transformation... both emotionally as well as physically.

There is a "quiet grace" about him now... a nature that only speaks to the hundreds of years of selective breeding from the most noble of bloodlines in Spain.

Through Intrepido's veins run the blood of ancestors who carried their soldiers into battle, who deftly maneuvered past the horns of bulls, and who regally pulled the carriages of kings and queens.

Those echoes of nobility can be seen as Intrepido calmly walks across the field, every step placed with confidence and certainty.

Intrepido has lived up to his name... "Fearless"

... although it took him a little while to grow into it.

He has become a true representative of the "The Horse of Kings."

And somewhere deep in the heart of this most gentle and noble horse...

Intrepido knows that.