Spring 1 Clinic

It was the first clinic on the ranch of the season. Faith and I decided to partake in it. The first night everyone makes a run. Martha and a few others sit up in the announces booth and takes notes about your run. Faith had a couple weeks off because her feet were once again ouchy, but we finally have her figured out. So we were unable to work the pattern much. When we went we loped the whole pattern, her first was a little sloppy, her second wasn't bad, but her third came up a little wide. we ran a 22.5. on Saturday we worked on keeping an event distance all the way around, bending at the rib cage, checking her at the right moment, and getting my hand in position. You want an even distance all the way around because if you come in close you will come out wide, but if you come in to wide you might over compensate and come out to close. so if start and end about the same place you will save the most time. Bending at the rib cage is like taking you horse and bending them into a C. When they are going around the barrel you need to keep the momentum and the best way to do that is first get their nose slightly to the direction your turning, then as you approach the barrel use your inside rein and inside leg to make them move over, turning them into a C or the shape of the barrel. If you look at the good barrel horses you will see their hind end on one side of the barrel and their head at the other side. Checking checking checking. You will hear a lot of barrel racers talk about rate and checking. Well checking is when just before the barrel you just slightly pull on your reins to put the horse on their hind end and get ready to pivot. if you just run and turn the barrel it wont be pretty. its like driving a car, if you need to make a sharp turn you have to slow down right? Well constant checking will then give a horse natural rate, meaning they can soon be able to rate their own speed. They know " Ok right here i need slow down just a little" but you have to rate at the exact moment. Too early can make you turn too early, too late can make you run past the barrel. You want to rate about 1 or 2 strides away from the barrel. But it also depends on your horse. Now my hands. You want to go to your saddle horn around the barrel, other wise you will be left in the dirt my friend. These horses know what they have to do and their gonna do it with or without you. right after you rate them drop your outside hand and push on the saddle horn to push you down in the saddle. Then slowly move your inside hand toward your jean pocket. You don't want to pull it down towards your thigh because they will start to drop their shoulder and throw away their hind end. If you pull it across their neck it sends mixed signals as to which direction your going. As you cam around the back side of the barrel pull on the horn to pull your self up instead of balancing on your rein. As you pull up your giving the horse their head to move on. Faith has a pretty nice first barrel witch is good because it sets you up for success on the other two. As the weekend went on Faith started to have a really solid second. You just rate and let her do the rest, but i have to make sure she doesn't start to suck me into it and anticipate, she has to wait for me. The only barrel we have a consistent problem is third. Because she has such a good second she books it out of it and doesn't rate enough at third so makes it too wide. on Sunday, the last day she was high as a kite. she just wanted to work the pattern. But that night she hustled to first i didn't rate her at the right time so she bobbled a little but it wasn't too bad, she wrapped around second barrel, it was text book, but ran wide around third. But she ran a 19.5! We dropped three seconds off of our first time. In the barrel world every mil-second counts let alone a whole second! I was happy enough with that! But it just got better. The awards ceremony was next. They award the most improved and the 4D. 4D means the 4 Division. 1D is the fastest and 4D is the slowest, you are placed in the D's by how much slower you are from the fastest time. a 17.4 won the 1D. Faith won 3rd in the 4D! She won a halter. The first time I ran her for time and she placed. I couldn't have been happier.

If The Shoe Fits!

Well I suppose you could say we have not had much luck. after Faith came back from the hospital we had her feet done. Now Faith and feet just don't go so well. You see she needs to be trimmed in a way that puts her front feet more on an angle to take weight off of her heels. In a sense you are rolling the toe in. She also has pads on in between her shoes, they are wedged to give her even more of an angle. we first noticed this about a month from when we first got her. she was very off, camping out, and tripping. we had our vet come out and take x-rays of her feet and legs. At one point we were afraid it was navicular. navicular is when there navivular bone moves out of place causing it to be very uncomfortable for them. it is most common in quarter horses which is what her breeding is. luckily the radio graphs showed us that her hoof wall and bone were off angle, hence why we re angled her feet. It is so difficult to go to knew places because you must find new everything, you get vets and farriers that know how to work on your horse and it is hard to find it all again. When she was shod the farrier must have missed a detail because she was off, another way of saying uncomfortable. almost like a limp. she was off for about two days, and there was a race on the weekend and i was hoping to take her. on Friday we finally decided we had to do something. we thought of doing different types of shoeing but we were afraid of putting too many holes in her feet. we finally decided to get her some bute until we can make a decision. Bute is like Aspirin only for horses, its a pain killer. as we were on our way to get some we saw a farrier pull in. one we have heard good things about. we asked her to take a look at her feet. she found that the soul, the bottom of the foot, wasn't trimmed enough. it should be a very slight slope, hers was more flat and then a sudden drop, this was putting pressure on the pads and hurting her feet. if she had not had pads it may not have been a big deal. she trimmed the soul and like that my horse was once again sound. the next day i took her around the barrels. she did so good i felt she could take it up a notch, my horse has yet to fail me. i decided to take her to the race and exhibition her. well on Sunday morning we missed the exhibitions. this was fine by me, as long as she could be in the show atmosphere, but of course Pat, one of the guys at the ranch, got me to enter the race. it was a 5D race and i wasn't in it to win it, so what did i have to lose? i loped her to first so she could see what she was doing, she was going into it blind sighted because i did not exhibition her. she had a nice first barrel when she was going across to second she bobbled a little because she wasn't to go back to the chute, but once we got to our spot we had a nice second, on third i came into it too wide, i know i was scrambling for the reins so i must have pulled her off of it but we cam around it nicely. she had nice turns around the barrels, it was simply the approach. i was totally happy with it though. without any practice she was simply amazing, and still my horse has yet to fail me. threw everything, being ill, hospitals, feet, lack of practice, but the show must go on!

Helpless in Texas

Well the week started out pretty well, but we didn’t have the best ending. On Thursday morning I put faith out in her round pen and did our normal routine. Everything was normal. By noon everything was usual as well. But around 4:30 when I went to go get Faith and put her up for the night. I noticed she was laying down which was pretty usual for her, but then I noticed that when she got up she was looking pretty under the weather, I wasn’t worried but concerned, so I checked her gums. Checking their gums is like seeing if dogs nose is wet and cold, a good over all wellness, you want their gums pink enough so if you put your thumb on them you could see a brief white mark, and wet. I immediately noticed her gums were dry which was not a good sign, and her gums were pale. I listened to her stomached to see if I could hair anything. I couldn’t which was another red flag, no noise means no movements. I started to think I was dealing with a colic. Colic is basically a really bad stomach ache. It is very painful for horses and can die from it. It is usually caused by maybe bad feed, a drastic feed change, or eating sand. But colic could really be caused by almost anything, sometimes you just never know how it happened. When you have a colicing horse the first thing you want to do is walking, just keep on walking. If you walk them around their systems start moving and pushed out whatever caused the colic. We gave her 10mL of Banameine threw the vain. Banameine is basically a pain killer, something to make them more comfortable. I walked her around for about and hour. But she kept wanting to lay down. You don’t want them to lay down because they aren’t moving things threw, and if they roll they could twist an intestine or flip it over to the other side. In other words its really bad. As time went on her symptoms got worse. She started curling her upper lip which is another way of saying she is uncomfortable, she was also camping out. Camping out is when they stretch out their legs to try to get comfortable. Eventually she stopped trying to lay down so we put her in her stall. We tried giving her a bran mash, its kind of like an oatmeal I guess. Its something to cleanse them and clean them out. She did eat it but would not eat hay and didn’t drink. But we figured she was stable enough to leave her for the night. We had the girls check on her threw the night and we checked her around 8:00pm. She wasn’t laying down but wasn’t really doing much of anything. Just standing there. She didn’t look herself and was obviously unhappy. The next morning we got a call from Paula, one of the girls who live on the ranch. She said she was trying to lay down and looking at her stomach. Looking at their stomach is like a way saying ouch that hurts. We rushed over and called a vet. As we were walking her around she would just drop to the ground. We would stand her up and kept walking. We had to take off her sheet while walking because if we stopped she would try to lay down. The vet arrived and gave her 8mL of Banameine. He checked her heart rate which was normal, this was a good sign that nothing in her was twisted or flipped. Then he had to pump mineral oil into her. Mineral oil is another trick to clean them out. He took a tube and put it up her nose down into her throat. He pumped about two gallons into her. He decided she was fine and left. We kept her walking and noticed after about hour she was still getting worse. She was constantly trying to lay down, curling her lip, capping out, looking at her stomach, swishing her tail, she was just one really unhappy horse. We then tried taking her on a trailer ride. Some people say this helps because for horse being on trailers and being bounced around can make them poop. So we went around the ranch and by the end of it she had pooped once, but it wasn’t enough. She kept getting worse. The fact that it had been 24 hours and she had not drunken anything and was still colicing was really starting to worry us. We jus kept walking and thought about calling a hospital. They said to give her another shot of Banameine and to call in 2 hours. We did so and she was still no better. I was sitting on a hay bail feeling helpless when I heard it. To me it was the most beautiful noise in the world. I had to second guess myself. It was a stomach gurgle. I put my ear to her stomach and listened. I could hear gurgles, grumbles, and squirrgles. A smile cam upon my face. It was another step in the right direction. But I knew she was far from better and still needed professional help. We loaded her up on the trailer but we had to be careful that she couldn’t lay down in the trailer. Luckily the Banameine was still in effect. We got her in the trailer and to the hospital. We offloaded her brought her inside. There were 5stalls in an L shape to the right. To the left were three slots. The vet tech pointed me to the second slot. The doctor did a rectal on her (put his hand up her but to feel around and see if there is anything to come out and feel and twists) he didn’t feel anything irregular. He took blood work and tested for acid reflects. To do that he put a tube up her nose again and see if anything came out the tube. Luckily nothing came out so anything being twisted or flipped was out of the question. The fact that the colic had gone on for a full day was a bit concerning so we thought it may be something different. The blood work came back telling us she was anemic (weak or skinny) they said this could be from the stress, but also that she had low protein. Now we started thinking she may have some ulcers. An ulcer can appear from stress, this would make sense since she had been placed into a new environment, new routine, really new everything. This could be why she was acting so uncomfortable. The fact that she hasn’t drank in a day made them nervous as well. They kept her over night and had her on fluids via IV and started her on an ulcer guard. We knew she was in good hands so called it a night. The next morning I got a call from the clinic, they said she was up, eating, drinking, pooping, and seemed a lot more comfortable. Since she recovered so quickly the took ulcers out of the question and decided it was a really bad colic. They said they wanted to keep an eye on her just in case and we could pick her up in the morning. I was so relieved. Having a horse who was like part of the family being so ill and unhappy was just heartbreaking. I was so scared and felt so helpless. Mainly because with colic you can only do so much but its up to the horse to do the rest. Hearing that she was ok was such a stress relief. The next morning we picked her up and was happy to see her bright beautiful normal face. Se was so happy to see us come threw the door. I could only imagine how scary it is to be in such a state and have to trust the people around you to take care of you who you don’t even know. Especially with horses trust is very big to them. Having her home and seeing her be her normal self just put a smile on my face.

Tack, Tack, and more Tack!!!!!

This week has been pretty quiet, just a lot of moving around. On Monday Amy was assigned a new horse, so she then had four horses to ride. well I only had two, but then one of the girls wanted to ride Elli. He was originally supposed to be her project but she got pretty busy for a bit. She wanted to try to get back into the groove with him. Now i only had one. So i took over Frosty for Amy. So now she has three and I have two so while she rides her last horse Ill do little chores around the barn. Maybe cleaning tack, organizing the tack hooks, raking, etc. We have also added to our little collection of horses. A man who was at the ranch for a couple weeks had two really nice horses that he brought with him to sell. One of them sold. He let Amy ride the other one, she fell instantly in love. Her name is Kit. She is a high energy, but yet controllable horse. she is very tentative and responsive. She knows her job. She is a finished barrel horse that has been trying to sell. But the majority of people who look to buy at the ranch are kids. They don't feel as safe because she acts a little hot, but she wont do anything to you. Shes simply antsy. Well her owner had to go home for a couple weeks and left Kit here in Amy's hands. So now I have MY horse to ride and Amy has hers. We both something to call ours. But horses haven't been the only thing we've been moving around. This week Martha wanted us to use different headstalls. We would also usually use a tie-down (kind of like a halter only it is clipped to the cinch to try to keep the horses head down.) now we use running martingale. it is clipped to the cinch only it has two pieces that come out with rings at the end. you put the reins threw the rings. It is to help the horses break at the poll (tuck their head in)The bit we now use is called an O-ring, it also is used to help horses break at the poll. You want a horse to break at the poll because it helps them use they back and hind end. If you think about it you want your horse to move as if you picked up your horse by the withers (The bone connecting the back and neck.) his head tucks in and his hind end would come under neath him making his legs move loosely and fluently. So the more you can try to accomplish this the better you will ride the better your horse will move. I had to use a really old Martingale that actually snapped in half on me while i was riding Mario. i had to get off and use another one that was a home made one made of string and double end snaps. It took me quite a while to figure out all the knots and adjusting it etc. but after maybe 20minutes i got it figured out and i was bale to continue with my ride on Mario. So i've learned to always over look especially older tack and to keep track of what your are using and if it coincides with where you and your horse are at training and competing wise.

Fort Worth Texas

On Sunday we all took a trip to Fort Worth Texas to watch Martha race. She was racing in the WNFR(World National Finals Rodeo). It was so cool to watch the finals. She had ran that night to qualify to run the next day. We walked into the shoot with her. She walked her horse around a lot so he could get used to his surroundings because he was a little spooky.the coliseum seamed to go on forever. Up on the ceiling was flags. American and Texas flags hung. We found our seats and waited for the race to begin. It started with the grand entry. The grand entry starts with a drill team of horses. They all hold flags and stand for the National Anthem. Then the race began. There were broncs, calf roping, steer wrestling, Team roping, saddle bronc, bull riding, and barrel racing. Martha ran and placed 7th out of 175 riders. she qualified to ride the next day. She didn't come home so I'm assuming she qualified for today. Today we started the colts on the barrels. Fred(now known as Ellie) did well trotting around the barrels but when we tried to lope to them he did fin going to first, but couldn't pick up his correct lead going to second. It is important that horses pick up the correct lead going to barrels so they can balance better. If he is on the incorrect lead then he will not be able to make a good turn. We were unable to pick up the correct lead so I asked Terrie if he could ride him tomorrow to see if he can get him to pick it up. After we ride we go into the office and help the girls in anyway we can. Sometimes we need to stuff envelopes for clinics, move and organized files, working on the website, etc. everything has been a little busy because we now have two new colts. We have them for three days to see if we like them. If not we send them back to where they came from. One is a little all hyper and very rude on the ground. She walks all over you and doesn't care to much about you. The other is head shy, meaning she doesn't like it if someone touches her head or above her ears and is a little shy in general. We will probably end up sending them back because they are not what we are looking for. They are good project horses for individuals but not for an actual sale barn. Not everyone made the football team.

MY CHEXY CHIC ARRIVED!!!

To day was a fairly basic day in the morning. Amy and i rode out usual horses. Me on Mario and her on Frosty. We didn't ride them as long because my horse was supposed to arrive! She got picked up on Monday and was set to arrive around 5:00-7:00pm. Once I got off of Mario I went down to the store to see if they needed help with anything. Sure enough I was put straight to work. They needed some files moved from one cabinet to another and to check off the files that were and weren't there. While I was working on that Martha and R.E (her husband) were shooting a clip for the DVD's they send to the clinic coordinators. Since Martha and R.E have commitments at the ranch they send out three instructors to go around the country and hold clinics. This clip was to demonstrate what exercises and lessons they teach at the clinics and the improvements students make. I thought it was interesting watching her do take after take trying to get it perfect. She actually impressed me a great deal. She had a lot of enthusiasm and made good choices in her wording. Some parts had to be improvised for Martha to explain about the clinic's. she did exceptional. After I rode my colt I went back down to the store to await my mare's arrival. I put shavings in her stall, got hay from a grain store, retrieved/cleaned water and feed tubs, and searched for a grain similar to what she was on in VT. It is important to try to find similar grains because horses have very sensitive digestive systems. If a sudden change is made they can colic. Collicing is like having a really bad stomach ache and can be very painful. Many horses die from collicing. This proved to be quite a task. Most people feed their horses a sweet feed. Sweet feed can have a supplement in it called Athlete. It is to make horses more hyper or energetic. My horse was just on a simple pellet. Just something to maintain her weight and energy levels. We were unable to find anything close to the protein and fat percentages at first. We were almost forced to change her to a low rate Sweet Feed. Luckily we found what we were looking for. To prevent collicing you have to gradually change feed's. For example my horse was on 2 quarts of her original pellet. So I would start to give her 1 1/2quartz of original and 1/2quart of the new pellet, and every week you add a little more until it is 2quarts of the new feed. Her chariot finally pulled in. As she stepped off of the trailer I could not believe my eyes. I had missed her so much and it was good to see a familiar face again. It was like a mother being away from her child. I hugged her so long it surprising i didn't leave imprints on her neck. I put her in a small pen so she could stretch out and look around her new surroundings. This is an important factor when moving a horse. They need to know their areas. To them they check out of any dangers, how to get food and water, places they can run to, and things they would look for in the wild. Once a horse feels comfortable you will notice their body becoming more and more relaxed. I noticed she had a lost a little weight since i saw her last. This was very common for horses being shipped long distances. Shipping is a very stressful think for horses. The way they are positioned is not natural for them and even though they stop every 4 hours being in so many places in a short amount of time can worry a horse because they have no idea where they are and if something will attache them. But she was not scarily skinny, simply a little thin. She is a Palomino Quarter Horse. Palomino is a coat color. Their manes are white and some coats look gold...hers is more of a yellow. She is a registered Quarter Horse. Her Registered name is Chexy Blond Chic. But her barn name(what she is called for short) is Faith. Now that my Faith is here I feel a lot more at home. Now the whole family is here!

The True Tour Of The Place-1/25

today we started out our mornings as usual. i rode Mario and Amy rode Frosty. we did allot of work on the barrels. usually when you are working on barrels you check them just before the barrels. when you check a horse that means you slow them down or when exercising you stop them completely. you do this so the horse doesn't "run away" with you and go past the barrels. it reminds them they need to turn soon and rock on their hind end. since Mario is already so slow moving we didn't worry about checking him. we wanted him to think more of to keep moving threw the turns and push through. we also kept working on keeping him out and away from the barrels instead of short and close. he was doing pretty good at a trot so we tried it at a lope. the first two go rounds were not too good, but the last two or three times we did really well. we started to figure out each other. he knew what i wanted and i knew how to ask him for it. Frosty was a little bit more sluggish today. she wasn't as forward. Amy really had to push her to get her going and she had a hard time picking up the correct lead going from first to second. you want to make sure the horse is on the correct lead going in between barrels so that they are correctly balanced. they cant as good of a turn if they are on the incorrect lead. but towards the end they started to get it. when we were done working them we took them out on a trail ride. we rode into the hay fields. the field was so big and open there were only trees on the edges of the field. as we walked over a small hump i could see the tips of a heard of Texas Longhorn. as i climbed to the top of the hill i was able to see all of them. their great horns pointed in different directions. some looked like field goals, others came out straight at you, and others seem to be just flat out. we passed a cemetery in the middle of the field. it looked as though it was abandoned long ago. it was in the middle of the field, fenced in by stone and trees. it looks so mysterious but sacred at the same time. a ways after that there was a church, again one you would think would be abandoned but turns out they still use it and berried people in that cemetery. we walked all around the field. the cow plops looked like the field had a bad break out of black heads. the brought sun beamed down and made the dry grass seem like gold swaying in the wind, dancing almost. the quiet of it all. just us and the horses. with the occasional long horn. everything just seemed so much more natural. out in a field, with the sunlight, just walking along having a good time. nothing to worry about and nothing to fear. of course Mario and i trailed behind the other two. when we got back to the ranch we worked our colts. Fred will probably be ready to start on the pattern soon. he trots and lopes nice circles. he keeps his nose bent to the inside and doesn't drop in and keeps his momentum. we were able to quit a little early today since there wasn't much more left to do. it was a beautiful day and a great way to celebrate it. now i see why they find it so easy to call it home on the range.

Our First Texas Race

Today was the first race Amy and i have gone to since we got here. we woke up at 4:30 and got to the ranch around 5:30. we loaded up five horses. we took Captain, Frosty, Mario, Cutter, and another colt named Popa Top. he was a 3 year old bay quarter horse gelding. we loaded up everyone and helped Martha load up her horse. i road with her Martha in her RV, that she hooked her trailer to. it is quite a site to see little Martha driving a HUGE RV plus a trailer at the end of it. we call it her castle because it really is nice and very big. we pulled into the site and unloaded everyone. we wanted to be there an hour or two earlier so we could use their arena and let some of the younger horses warm up in it and get used to it. the exhibitions started at 9:00. An exhibition is a race that doesn't count for points. its like a wamr up. you pay an amount of money and you can make as many runs as you want or need to. Terrie ran each of the horses three times threw and Martha ran hers as well. at 1:30 the counted races began. Martha ran her horse(i finally found out his name) Cash second. he ran a 15.776 that put her in first for the 1D(the divisions are determined but the time you run. 1D is the fastest then 2D,3D,and 4D) she kept the lead until another rider tied with her time exactly. this is a very very rare occasion. since they tied they split the prize money. Martha also raced Frosty. she did well for her first race, she also raced Mario. she just trotted him though. Amy and i would tack up the horses, warm up the horses, walk the horses out, hold the horses, and un-tack the horses. we probably walked back and forth to and from that trailer so many times it would be un-countable. the open race finally ended and youth began. we waited to retrieve our prize. the races all wet fairly smooth. the only thing that was a down fall was the down pour. it started at a sprinkle, then stopped, then lightly showered, then stopped, then down poured and stopped. the sun finally started to try to come out. when ever it would start to rain people would scatter from the arena and dash to their trailers to put covers over their saddles, tie up their horse to where it was covered, or put them in the trailer. but other than that the day went by easily, it was simply very long and tiring. we finally loaded up and got home at about 6:00pm. we put everyone back in their stalls and put back all the tack. it felt good to finally get home. watching all the runs and paying attention to the riders and their styles helps you learn from taking the good with the bad. after watching Martha race i am reminded of why i idolize. she had been racing almost all of her life and she still has a deep admiration for the sport. it was never just a hobby...it was simply her life.

A Trip To City Arena-1/21

A Trip To City Arena
Today Terrie and Martha wanted to take a couple of younger horses over to the Marshall City Arena. Just so they could see other places and get used to settling in new places. We headed out in the morning and helped Shay (the property maintenance manager) feed the horses. Once everyone had eaten we took them out and groomed them before loading them. We brushed everyone down and loaded the trailer with saddles, pads, bridles, and sport boots( bell and splint boots, they are used to protect the horses lower legs and hoof). Then we loaded all the horses onto the trailer. The City Arena was only five minutes down the road. We pulled in and off loaded all the horses. We brought five horses. Captain, 1 16 year old black quart horse, Tie, an 8 year old chestnut quarter horse, Frosty, a 5 year old quarter horse chestnut mare, Cutter, a 4 year old bay quarter horse gelding (he was Martha’s back up barrel horse, he is my favorite so far.), and Mario. I tacked up Mario and Tie, soon after Martha pulled in with her 8 year old barrel horse (no one knows his name…I guess no one thought to ask…haha) her horse was a little spooky with new situations. I road Mario around for a little bit and then my sister got on. Martha helped us both around the barrels. If you weren’t riding you were holding Cutter. He became our best friend. We put Mario away and tacked up Captain, Frosty, and Cutter for Terrie. Martha left earlier (she had a hair and nail appointment) and left just Terrie, my sister and I. once Terrie finished with his last horse we packed everyone up and headed home. Once we got home we put everyone back in their stalls, hosed off the sport boots, and the trailer. The rest of the day was pretty easy. We rode our colts and then called it a day. Its always good to get horses out of their ordinary surroundings. Let them get out and see new things a little bit. It is all part of the training process. Especially younger horses should get used to new places. We don’t need a racer getting cabin fever now do we?

My First Day-1/20

My First Day
This morning was my first official day on the ranch. Martha wanted my sister and I to start off riding horses for now. She said we would be learning a large variety of other things as well later on down the road. The main guy they has been training their horses is named Terrie. He’s been on horses since he was 7 years old and is turning 60 this year. He had us get on a sorrel gelding named Mario. Sorrel is a coat color, it is a kind of mix between a chestnut (tan) and a bay (brown) almost a little redish colored. He was 8 years old and was used as a cutting horse. Cutting is when horses go into the arena with one calf. They are assigned a pattern to work the calf in. meaning they need to make the calf do curtain turns, run up walls, make circles, and it is all judged on how the horse works the calf, the smoothness of the pattern, they completed the pattern, and of any flaws. Cutting horses are generally pretty bomb proof, meaning you could fire bomb next to them and they wont even flinch. They are also usually pretty slow, but comfy and even. One of the mechanics Mario had to work on was moving forward, going fast. So what you would do with a horse who is pretty slow like that is you want them to like going fast. Doing roll backs is a good way to get them to speed up. A roll back is when a horse does an 80 degree turn by only pivoting one hind foot. It is a good exercise because the horses are taught to really book it when they come around the turn. One other thing Mario had a hard time with was on the backside of the barrel (right before you complete the turn) he would drop his should and cut in too close to the barrel, and so knocking it down. One thing you always want to teach your horse is how to move away from the barrel. The farther you are from the barrel the better. The faster your horse goes the shorter he will get, so the tighter the turn you will have. You also want them to know how to move away from it so that if you get in a situation where you are too close to the barrel you can try to save yourself a little bit. Mario was a very cute and mannered boy. He would be a nice horse for a little kid who is just starting out. Next Terrie had Amy (my sister) and I flip for between two colts. A colt is a horse under the age of 3. Neither one of them had a whole lot of training in them. They were broke, meaning they knew they could trust you on top of them and could walk, trot, and canter, but just needed some fine tuning. It was between a chestnut gelding and a bay mare. The chestnut was named Fred and the bay was named Ruffian. I won the flip so I got to choose first. I chose Fred. We had to pick them while they were on a walker. A walker is a machine that you can use to get a little spunk out of some horses. You put them in a pen. The pen is divided from the middle with gates that move around in a circle. So forth moving the horse. It keeps going around at different speeds until you are satisfied. I picked Fred because he looked very smooth, had a gentle eye, and knew a little bit more than the mare. Ruffian was behind three weeks in her training because she was sick and than hurt herself. She wasn’t as eager to go as Fred and didn’t have as much of a steering wheel. When we first started out Fred and I were doing real good. I was able to walk, trot, and canter him without any issues. I started doing some bending and moving away like I was talking about earlier. You move in a circle and use your inside rain to tilt their nose to the inside. You twist it and move it up a little with pressure from your inside leg to push them out. So they are bent to the inside but moving out. This is some what difficult because they think they are being told to move in, but once you can get them to move out in a perfect circle both direction you can try it at a trot and canter. As I asked for Fred’s canter something must have spooked him. Since he was just a colt it didn’t surprise me, but he reared up so high I thought we were both going to flip over. I tried to turn him because horses cant turn and rear at the same time. But he didn’t know what that meant so he just kept rearing higher and higher. Finally I tried to hop off as he landed. But one of my feet were caught in the stirrup. Now the horse was spinning and moving around while I’m trying to keep up with him on one foot and release my other one in the mean time. Fred spun around once more so fast that it released my foot and threw me back and a I fell. I landed right in front of him so when he landed he came right down and took off, but when he took off he stepped on the left side of my head. I stood right back up and started to check myself to make sure I was alright. I checked my breathing, my vision, if I was dizzy or light headed, and to really calm my adrenalin. One thing someone should always know while riding young horses is never ride alone. You should always have someone there to help in case something like this happens. There were plenty of people in the arena today so we were able to catch my horse and have someone check me over to make sure I was alright, I felt fine but everyone else was worried had a concussion. I took a few deep breaths and hopped right back on Ol’Fred. Some people looked at me like I was crazy but I never fall off and don’t get back on. You have to really. Or else you will grow a fear and you wont ever be able to get your head around anything else. If you can at least get on and be able to walk around happily that is great. Which is what I did. After we unsaddled the two colts we had to groom up all the sale horses. They needed to get their pictures taken to put on the website and try to advertise more. After they were all groomed we took them out and tried to make them stand nicely and put his ears forward. As usual the hardest job is getting a horse to put his ears forward. You get people waving around, whistling, making funny noises, moving something around, all just to make him look. He rest of the day was just slowly closing the place up. Making sure all the stalls had sawdust and water, blanketing horses who were going to be shown to potential buyers the next day, sweeping out the tack room and office, and organizing the bridle and halter rack. The best lesson I learned today was t always be thinking when your on a colt, and know what he does and doesn’t know. Miss-communication is the number one cause of a horse acting up. You can never tell what they will or wont do. Always be on your toes…and not on your back.

My Count Down

My Great Count Down-1/17-18
Our trip started on January 17th at 3:30am. We had all spent the week before packing our lives. I was able to fit 14 years into one duffel bag. We only brought the necessities to get us started. But knowing that what I was taking was my basic life, and it was all going down to a foreign place to me. Somewhere I have never been. To start a new, a new routine, a new way, and life. We left Vermont in the dark at 18 degrees. I gazed out the window and looked at my last green mountain view. Night slowly started to turn into day as we went on. By the time we hit New York it was day, although it was overcast so it was pretty foggy and we couldn’t get much of a view. But as we went through Virginia I started to count down the mile markers and the exits, which was probably the worst thing I could have done. I was the navigator of the trip so I knew where all the major towns were. But while I was counting down the markers I started thinking. I wasn’t counting how far I’ve gone or how far I had to go. I was counting every step closer I got to a knew beginning. And so my count down began. I was practically dead on the ride until we stopped for some breakfast. After that I started to look out the windows more and tried to get a good view. New York and Pennsylvania went by pretty smoothly. While we were in Pennsylvania there was absolutely no one else on the highway. Just my father and I in one car and my sister and her boyfriend in the other car. So we tuned to the same radio stations and were goofing around a little but side by side. We would pretend to be rowing, running, swimming, or flying. Doing stupid disco moves to the music. We “ boogied” out of Pennsylvania and went into Maryland, only for about 20 miles or so though. Then it was west Virginia for again only a couple of miles. But then came… Virginia. That was the longest state for me. I felt like it was never going to end. We entered it in the afternoon and half way through the fog was so thick we couldn’t see in front of us. We eventually escaped the clutches of Virginia and headed full speed for north Carolina. We stopped at about ¾ of the way into north Carolina and called it a night. The next morning we blasted through North and South Carolina. Then was Georgia, Alabama, and Mississippi. I fell completely in love with Mississippi. I don’t know why I was just fascinated with it. It was so beautiful. The sky looked so big and the land was so majestic. But as we pulled out of a gas station and onto the highway we didn’t see the TWO tractor trailer trucks behind us. By the time we looked behind us there were coming in hot. Then in front of us was another one in the break down lane. We were trapped. We were in a 2000 Subaru against a 400 horse power Peterbilt tractor trailer truck. You tell me who’s going to win here! Somehow we made it out alive. Alabama was like racing heaven. We passed the Talladega tracks. They were A LOT bigger than we thought it would be. You think it was a huge fair ground. Louisiana was pretty boring. a lot of swamp, really open, and a lot of casino’s. I started to loose my cookies a little bit towards the end of Louisiana. I was playing drums with empty water bottles, making up songs about the most random things in the world, slurring my words, saying things that made no sense, laughing at nothing, and really just being wicked bored. Driving for about 30 hours does some serious things to your head. But we finally arrived in the great openness of Texas. The sky was bigger than I’ve ever seen it, the red clay on the ground to me popped out the most, gave everything that southern character, and the people all just seem nicer in general. Compared to in New England, all just happy. But the accents are my favorite. Its funny ho to them the way they do things is normal, as to us it is so much different. But that is one of the great things you learn and see when you are traveling so far away from home and learning to live in a whole new way. The 10 hour trip was 100% worth…but I also think taking a plane would be pretty reasonable as well.