Monthly Archives: April 2018

Made Or Home Made?

My new boarder is laying-up her six-year-old Thoroughbred until we find out what is causing his issues.  Now you know that none of us can go very long without a rideable horse so she’s horse shopping.  She bought her current horse off the track three years ago and has been trying to fix him ever since.  This is her baby and she loves him dearly.  She’s brought him along in his training since the beginning.  He’s her dream horse, but…..  So now her quest was to by-pass all the years of training and just go for a “ready to go” show horse.

She’s tried a young green mare that she is falling in love with.  But that’s not what she wanted.  She didn’t want to start from scratch again.  She’s ready to hit the big time, but the horse isn’t.  What should she do?

Okay, the Libra in me goes to the scales.  Weighing the positive reasons against the negative reasons.

So I told her my story.  I was there at one time.  My black mare was done.  Her stifles were shot.  It was time for her to surrender her position, retire, and live out her life as a lawn ornament. I was a Whipper-In and needed a finished horse to take her place.  All our horses were getting long in the tooth, and their bodies were starting to show the signs of too many years of hard hunting.  Other than my black mare and a dark bay gelding, I had always raised my horses from babies.  Both those horses were fabulous hunt horses, but they came with issues.  The gelding was a barrel horse who wouldn’t go through gates for three years without rearing.  The mare just used to dump people when she was done and go home.  She was an Alfa mare to the end.

When you raise a baby and start their training from the beginning you have a horse that knows you and what you are asking.  They are agreeable and will give you the moon and the stair to please you.  There has been no abuse, or holes in their training.  Your hand print is all over them and they are what you have always dreamed of.  Well most of the time.

So I spoke with this young woman about the pros and cons of buying a green horse as opposed to a finished horse, thus my title Made or Home Made.  Yes you can ride off into a show ring in higher divisions immediately.  But let’s think about the sense of accomplishment you have with your old horse.  He is a product of your time and love.

Before I replaced my black mare I was borrowing horses to hunt.  I couldn’t believe all the people who loaned me horses.  Whipping is hard on a horse, but the owners wanted their horses to experience the schooling that went along with the job.  However, I realized that I didn’t want someone elses mistakes.  I needed a horse that was ready to go, but ready to go with the schooling I was used to.

The bottom line of my story is that I bought another baby and trained her the way I wanted.  I kept Magic on her feet for four more years.  What this woman’s decision will be, I have no idea.

It’s a matter of preference, time, and money.  What matters most to you.  All I could tell her is that if you have peace in your heart about your decision, it’s the right one.  Time will tell.

I’m Asking A Question I Don’t Have An Answer For

But it will give you something to think about.  (I hope)

Why do we get so comfortable with our horses that we stop being careful?

Today Bob and I went to help a neighbor who had a car go through her pasture fence.  Now I’ve known this girl for over 20 years.  Great trainer, rider, and horsewoman.  She had on sneakers.  I do that all the time in the afternoons.  Now I know better.  My toes are living proof that I don’t always do things I’m supposed to.  I just went big bucks to a foot doctor to make my toe nails look like they used to.  It’s down to having my toes done by my farrier in order to get them trimmed.  There’s a fungus among us that won’t quit.  The doctor was really impressed that he couldn’t help me.  My last resort is drugs. (But my liver will not be impressed)  My GP told me to just put a lot of nail polish on them.  When he looked the last time he said “it’s time to go to a foot specialist.”

Dawn (the Clyde) originally took the nail of the big toe off.  Just as it was almost grown in, one of the other ones did the same thing.  After that it got fungus and went down hill.  Then it spread to the others.  Yuk!

But my point is why do we do things like this.  Why sneakers when we know better?  Why do we find our fingers in the wrong places?  Why do we still throw lead lines across our shoulder that has 1000 lb. horse attached to it?  Why do we bend down to brush or wrap a leg in front of the horse?  Why do we stand behind the horse when we’re brushing their tails?  Why do we not pay attention when we’re under the horses belly?  I do catch myself and make a correction, but after 55 years or more why am I still doing stupid stuff?

If a small child went to walk around the back of the horse we would either tell them not to, go around the front, or go wide.  Then why don’t we always remember to do it?

Is it the old “Oh it won’t happen to me” syndrome or what?  We know better, right?  Don’t we like ourselves?  Are we stupid?  Are we paying attention?  Don’t we care?  Are we in just too much of a hurry?  Are we too lazy?

I know I switch out of my boots in the afternoon because it gets hot and the hot humid environment in my boots is just what the fungus loves so I do it just to spite the fungus.  But I know better.  Of course I don’t do bare footed anymore.  Now that’s a step in the right direction.

So I’ll keep trying to correct my casualness, but I will also keep asking myself “WHY?”  How about you?  Are you even aware that you are doing something dangerous?  It just takes one time you know.

Gone With The Wind

My all time favorite movie.  I admired Scarlet’s drive and determination.  How she went about getting what she wanted, left a lot to be desired.  There is a lot out there against anything Confederate.  My feelings are that it is apart of history, even if it’s a bad part, and the South’s Heritage.  We can’t deny that, even if we don’t approve of it, but we should learn from our mistakes not hide them under a rug and say they never happened.

It’s windy here today.  As Indiana Jones hated snakes, I hate wind.  Oh a nice breeze on a hot summer day is wonderful, but a strong wind is something only people who have sail boats like.  Horse people, not so much.  People who have to deal with Tornadoes or Hurricanes are not fans either.  Golfers don’t like it because it takes the ball wherever it wants to.

Have you ever watched your horse on a windy day?  Their ears are up, eyes trying to focus, they are on full alert.  The Indians used to say they hear spirits on the wind.  Either they hear something we don’t, or they are trying to hear and can’t because of the wind.  I just get the feeling there are things going on all around me that I can’t see or control.  Strange, I know.

Things blow around in the wind, and horses don’t necessarily like that.  I don’t like that either.  Makes a mess.

Don’t under-estimate the power of the wind. (You may remember me telling about this before.)  We were out hunting on a Thanksgiving morning with 50 mile an hour gusts.  We shouldn’t have been but it was a tradition.  We just walked into a cover (clump of woods) and trees started snapping in half and falling.  One just missed the hounds.  We tried getting out of there.  It was the same distance if we went forward or back.  One snapped and got the horse and rider two horses in front of me.  It was the Masters daughter.  The wind was so strong no one even heard it crack, and everyone was looking around for a way out.  I called to the rider in front of me who was a doctor and took his horse and Bobs, who was behind me, and they got off to pull the tree off the girl.  The horse scooted out from under the tree as it was coming down.  She spoke to her father and said she couldn’t breath.  Those were her last words.  Her lungs were crushed.

I will not ride under trees or in the woods on windy days.  My horses won’t stand under trees on windy days.  Beyond the fact that your horse may spook, you may be killed.  Oh I know, “It won’t happen to me.”  Trees here in Florida snap and break on quiet days.  I will not relive that day ever again.  Wind gives me the creeps.

If your horse reacts bad in the wind, perhaps he knows something you don’t.  Be alert, we were, and it didn’t help us.

The Winter That Won’t Go Away

Down here we are in full-blown Spring, but my friends up north are getting hit again.  It’s not bad enough that they have had four nor-easterns, but now some of them are getting hit with something called Wilbur.

My first husband used to wake me on April Fools Day with “it snowed last night,” which would make me leap out of bed in a panic.  This year it wouldn’t have been a joke.

We on the other hand need rain desperately.  There are 1100 wild fires burning right now in the state of Florida.  Not by us, but this morning on the news they were telling people how to protect their homes.  We have two deep wells, and golf course type sprinklers all around the property, so we’re in pretty good shape if one should come our way.  But look at all the poor people who lost their homes in California.  Weather is just kind of crazy.

With all that said, what do horse people do when winter won’t quit?  Beside slit their wrists.  My suggestion is learn.  There are so many different ways to learn about different disciplines now-a-days.  You can watch top trainers on TV, get videos, go on-line, and of course the “old-fashioned” way of reading books.  No matter how much you think you may know, there is always something new to be learned.  You may have read something a million times, but when you do it one more time, you may find a nugget of something that didn’t register the times before.

If you think you’ve heard it all, go to a different discipline, and see what comes up.  You may see the same old thing described or taught in a different way.  The light bulb moment may appear.  I love those a ha! moments.  I learned a lot of good training tips through other disciplines.

There is just so much out there, and it appears, so much bad weather left.  It will serve you well to explore different ideas.

Now you must prepare for the next season of “mud.”  You know the shoe pulling, boot sucking off mud.  But be encouraged, the days of heat and bugs will jump out at you real quick.  I don’t think there will be a spring folks, you’re going from snow right into summer.  Kind of like Florida without the snow.  Below freezing at night and boom! sunny and 80 the next day.  Makes you crazy.

Sorry, I don’t control the weather, and the meteorologists just don’t seem to get it right either, at least down here they don’t.

Have faith, it can only get better.  Soon.  Real soon.  I promise, I just don’t know exactly when.