Finally, The Days are Getting Longer

For the last two months I've been working out from 7:15 to 8:15 four times a week trying to get back into shape. I use a local physical therapy office that has a "health for life" program, so I am trained under the watchful eyes of trainers and PT's who have a real education in the mechanics of the body and will make sure (I hope) that I don't hurt myself. Why? So, when this time of the year came I would be ready to ride. I'm dropping the four-a-week for three-a-week workouts in May so I can ride Dusty (my wife's horse) on Tuesdays and Jessie on Thursdays. After May, I'll take the gym workouts off (I'll find another workout to replace it twice a week) for the summer. It's worked out fairly well. In order to do the workouts and be at work on time I have to get up at 5:30. After doing it for so long, it's not easy, but easier. And, if I'm getting up to spend time on the horse, it's even easier.

My wife, Ranae is taking Dusty to a Richard Winters clinic in July and at 17 we want him to be in good shape.  She wants me to put some miles on him and on Tuesday we worked on loping and long trotting.  Dusty is fairly well-trained and doesn't mind going out by himself.  He spooked at a few things, but after we did some rollbacks around the scary garbage pile, he kept his attention on me.  I ride him in a snaffle, but he neck-reins very well.  We also did a circle shoulder out and he seemed to know it better than I could cue it.  His lope is smooth.  He is not crazy about picking up the right lead so we worked on that.  He's a little lazy in the back up and we spent a few minutes backing both in a circle and straight.

Jessie, from our photo shoot.

It was great to be out early.  The air was cool.  There were some farm machines working near the fields we use and Dusty stayed calm.  We rode for about an hour fifteen and the gps registered a little over four miles.

This morning was Jessie's turn.  Jessie likes to move along and I don't have a problem with that.  When we are out alone, her head is on a swivel trying to check everything out.  We had planned to do the same loop that Dusty had done (We ride to a field about 1 1/2 miles away where the ground is pretty good), but a dog had us take a little detour.  I carry my stock whip and pepper spray, but still think it's best just to avoid them.

We got to our spot more quickly than with Dusty and because Jessie's attention was sometimes off with the fairies and we had this very wide road, we did the serpentine exercise.  That helped a lot and she is getting better.  When we did our lope in the circle she was much better than last Sunday's ride.  Her speed was better and I've been working on laying the rein on her neck to turn the circle.  She was doing that much better as well.  We did a few rollbacks (gawd, she's horrible at them - or is it me?) and then some lead changes through the middle (much improved).  Her stop in the soft stuff is crisp and sharp.  We loped for 10-12 minutes doing different maneuvers throughout that time.  As this was our first time out, I didn't want to do too much.  I'm still formulating what I'm going to work on and where.

We rode for the same hour and fifteen as Tuesday only the gps registered six miles.  She hardly worked up a sweat.  Guess I'm going to have to work on that.  My ass is a bit sore from the riding too.  Back and neck muscle are tight I guess from the loping.  It's lovely riding early.  It's great to ride two different horses so close together.  I think they will help me learn a lot.  I'm just hoping my body and our horses can hold up to it.

Confessions of a Horse Novice Trainer

Or, Are our horses really broke?

We've been posting most of our content lately on whoapodcast.com and talking about our experiences on the podcast. I really like this, more intimate environment and feel like I can "open up" here more than any other place. Blogspot is my cozy space.

The Gather

A little more than a month ago we had an opportunity to go on a "gather". I knew we would likely not be much help to the real cowboys, but it would be a good experience for both me and Jessie.

It was an early morning wake up, followed by an hour trailer ride and then, I wasn't really sure what to expect. As it turned out, we got to this nice little flat where there were about two hundred head of cattle stationed. The temperatures had dropped into the teens overnight and the ground still had ice on it. I had saddled Jessie just in case we needed to come out ready to work. I parked and opened the back trailer door and my poor horse was so worked up that steam and mist came rolling out of the back of the trailer.

I tied Jessie to the trailer and we stood around for about an hour getting to know some of the other riders as we waited for the day to get a little warmer. While she stood nicely, she was worked up and our first task was to round up the herd and move them into a pen. We went to the far end of the flat with three other riders. Two went to one corner and me and the other rider went to the other. There was a huge boulder to go around and we split up. Now, we weren't fifty feet apart, but we couldn't see each other. Jessie just started throwing a fit. She was throwing her head and rearing up (not huge, but she was getting her front feet off the ground).

This really threw me off. We had ridden out by ourselves many times and Jessie had never seemed to mind. However, in this stressful situation she saw security with the other horses. I tried working her by backing her up and yielding her hindquarters. The backing up seemed to just stimulate the rearing. The rearing scared and surprised me and I was caught off guard. I was around a lot of people I did not know, all of them had substantially more horse experience than I (or so I thought), and I certainly did not want to come off. I dismounted and did a little groundwork and Jessie just got more pissy and while we were doing this, the other rider came back around the boulder and she calmed right down.

Feeling a little less secure and slightly embarrassed now, I mounted up and we worked the cows back to the main herd. Jessie seemed to enjoy this and really wanted to "take charge". I worked on collection and did a lot of changes of direction to try and keep her attention me.

Once the cows were penned about 10 horse and riders were charged with the job of riding to the top of this ridge, spreading out, then working our way back down looking for stray cattle. The ridge was about 1/2 a mile up the steepest hill I had ever climbed on a horse. There were plenty of breathers and I really thought the stopping and starting would be a good workout for Jessie and get her mind right. As she got more winded, her answer was to charge faster up the hill. The higher we got the faster she went. She didn't even know where we were going, yet she wanted to take the lead. It took at least thirty minutes to reach the ridge and she was covered in sweat. One of the experienced hands suggested we stay here, lest she tie up from over exertion, then work our way down behind the others.

Everyone rode off and we were alone on the side of this oak tree covered hill, me and my sweaty, insecure horse. She could not believe everyone was leaving us and whinnied and nickered for about fifteen minutes. I thought of working her, but as she was already sweaty and there really wasn't much open space, I let it go. She worked quite a bit on her own anyway. Her agitation had her going in circles around me. My main goal became not getting separated from my horse. One of the exercises that ended up helping was "throwing the rope to a stop". As she did her circles I just started tossing the rope over the saddle and she would come to a stop. She would start on her own and I would toss the rope and she would stop. Then I just kept tossing the rope and she finally started to relax. I must admit my feelings were hurt knowing that just her and I were not good enough. Why did she need those other horses?  I had thought we had built a strong bond. At this point I wasn't so sure.

We stayed there for over an hour until we saw the other team start working their way down. We were able to yell to them about a stray cow 50 yards to their right and they chased him back to the main herd. Because of the terrain I had to lead Jessie down most of the way. It was just easier and we had to serpentine to search for any other errant cows. When the terrain opened up near the bottom I remounted and we walked the rest of the way in. Jessie got tied to the trailer once again after being offered some water, and I had a little lunch.

Sitting around the lunch area I was talking with some of the more experienced guys trying to see if they might have any suggestions. Their answer was basically "You do this enough and she'll learn not to work so hard right off the bat". Great. That doesn't help me much now, does it? Oh well, it's all a learning experience. We will deal with it the best we can.

Toward the end of lunch one of the hands thought he spotted some cattle on the far hill and asked if we wanted to go up and check it out. I asked one of the older hands (who had kinda watched over us on the first hill climb) if he thought Jessie was up to it. He asked if she had taken some water and, when I said yes, he said, "She'll probably be okay." So off we went. It was a ride across the flat, through a creek, and then up the other side. There was a road and this side was not nearly as steep, but it was up.

The four of us went along pretty well. About halfway up there were some guys doing some rifle target shooting. We rode up to them and the horses stayed fairly calm as we let them know we would be across the ravine from them and to keep an eye out. We then climbed a bit further up and looped back the other side. Jessie was still a little chargy and this would have been the perfect time and place to practice some horsemanship....if I were a good trainer. We could have gone off by ourselves and worked on some of the herd bound behavior she had exhibited before, but something in my brain just switches off and the thinking stops.

It was another 90 minutes riding through some beautiful country. We did not find the lost cows (they came running later that afternoon when the truck started dropping the evening feed). The rest of this afternoon was uneventful. Jessie stayed tied to the truck for a while until we headed home. It was a fun day. I took a little solace in knowing that she was sore for the next three or four days.

The Cutting Lesson

Really. I just wanted some help transitioning Jessie into the bridle. My farrier said it would advance my horsemanship and be a good test for both me and Jessie. He had given me a name of a reining trainer and after a few attempts to contact him, I decided someone who doesn't return calls would not be for me. My farrier recommended a cutting trainer who I had heard of and was a man with a good reputation. We arranged a Saturday morning to meet at the feedlot he managed even though there was a Ranch Versatility Show going on that day. We hadn't talked price but I stuffed ninety bucks in my pocket and we headed for his place.

Little did we know there would be 250 horse and riders in this event. Trailers and horses everywhere. Our horses were getting kinda used to this and handled it all fairly well. I called the trainer's cell and he let me know where he was - on the opposite side of the feedlot. We rode over, watched him finish up with his current lesson, a very well trained futurity prospect, and then he let us in to warm up.

The arena was nice, great footing, and we loped around and around. Ranae had a few issues with Dusty but she worked them out. Jessie was a bit fast and I worked on trying to slow her a bit, but to no avail. The trainer's name is Robert Bias and he help us work out some of the speed issues. He essentially had me relax a little more and Jessie did slow down. He also tested our skills at backing up and rolling back and found them severely inadequate. After the warm up he brought one cow in and instructed me on how to work it. Jessie kept drifting to the right as we approached the cow and I really had to bounce the spur in her to get her to move back. We got to work for just a little while when Robert asked if he could ride Jessie. I said "sure".

Now, granted our backup isn't the quickest most effective backup ever performed, but we do have a backup. I don't have much of a problem with trainers in general, but I do have a pet peeve and that is, if you want to ride my horse and ask her to back up, why don't you ask me how I cue it? This is the second trainer who has ridden Jessie that gets on and announces "I backup by bouncing both of my legs at the same time". My cue is to alternate legs. Not a big difference, but if you are going to tell me the "Fly is the best horse trainer" story, then I think it's fair to be on the same page about the back up cue. Anyway, I don't say anything because a) I'm a pussy and b) I came to learn what he knows not to try and demonstrate what I know.

He proceeds to give Jessie the cue and she doesn't understand and she get frustrated. Can't blame her for that, except that she starts giving the same attitude as out at the gather. She starts rearing up and getting pissing and really gives Robert a hard time. He's not abusing her, just demanding she do things his way, so I am okay with this. She should pay attention to whoever is on her back. He works with her for about 15 minutes and gets it a little better, finds a good place to stop, comes over and tells me my horse isn't broke.

"How old is she?"

"She's thirteen."

"No way a thirteen year old horse should carry on like that. She's not broke."

I rolled that around in my feeble little brain for a bit and tried to find some error in his logic. He had to be wrong. Jessie hadn't tried anything in the six years I've had her. I had never come off. She had never really bucked. We've trail ridden in some tight places.  But, there was no getting around the statement, No way a thirteen year old horse should carry on like that. I had to agree with him. A tough concept to swallow, but one that if I could, just might make me a little better trainer (I think). Ranae and Dusty were next and it was almost a carbon copy of our experience except Dusty was just a little slower and lazier than Jessie. He kicked up a little too out of frustration. At the end of our forty-five minutes, Robert asked if we wanted to come back the next day. We said yes. Today's lesson was $100 for the two horses. Oops! It didn't even seem like we were out there an hour. I'll bring you the rest tomorrow. Great.

We headed home to get some of our weekend chores done. We gave the horses a little lunch, then around 3 PM we went out to our field and worked them though some of the paces that Robert said we would need. This helped a lot. For both of us, Robert was the last to ride our horses. We had not actually gotten to try some of the suggestions he had made. We both agreed the horses did really well, we thought, so while we were prepared to ride for an hour, they did so good we took them home after about 40 minutes.

Sunday morning Robert wanted us to work the flag. I'm not a big fan. Ranae loves the flag. And, oh by the way, the feedlot was empty except for us, Robert, and two professional cutting horse trainers. We got to warm up in the wonderful arena again (must get me one of these someday). One of the professional trainers' assistant came over and was "loping his horse for thirty minutes" so we got to chat and I got to see some of his techniques. Both of our horses were much improved over the day before, but all the control we thought, no, we knew, we owned out on the trail was nowhere to be found. The moves in cutting have to be right now. Once the cue is given it means move and we weren't doing that. Even more frustrating was when I wanted to move Jessie to a better position she would just fight me on it. Nevertheless, we worked, we learned as much as we could.

The up shot is that we need more work. A lot more work. That's also the frustrating part too. We only get to ride on weekends and the next two are half booked with non-horse related activities. We have to find a way to ride more and to get better responses. In the two weeks since the cutting lesson we have ridden better. Last Sunday at a team sorting Jessie did not immediately say "yessir" when I asked her to move in response to a cow. And when I schooled her with a backup she came off her front feet again. I worked her hard there, because now it wasn't a surprise. It's what an unbroke horse does. And I was ready.

Getting Back to Normal

Well, things are slowly getting back to normal, whatever that means.  Since the first of May my Dad was having some fairly serious health issues.  We lost him on the 21st of October.  He was 88.  He was a good man who always taught me to keep moving forward, even if it's only the smallest of steps in the toughest of times.  He needed his kids by his side these last 6 months.  It was easy to do for the man who gave us so much.  I have not blogged here much over that period because it was important to keep my brothers and sister informed of Dad's status.  I was posting on a blog I set up for my Dad to do just that.  My sister asked that I make the blog public.  I'm not sure if it has any appeal outside our family, but if someone is going through a similar experience who knows, it might help.  It's not all serious.  My Dad had a great sense of humor and though his body was failing him, he always seemed to find a reason to smile.  The link is here:  W.E. Harrer Blog

While I was thankful to get to spend time with my Dad, the first few rides back on Jessie were incredibly therapeutic.  After working through the funeral arrangements and taking care of most of his household estate, we were finally able to get out to the river for a Sunday morning ride.  It was the morning of Daylight Saving Time and we were out earlier than most other folks.  We started on the far side of the river.  It's a bit quieter over there.  Both horses were doing exceptionally well for having been ridden so infrequently. 

On the single-track trail Jessie would try to get nose-to-tail with Dusty in the lead.  The trails out here are well used and many times one will fork at a big plant or tree only to come back to the same single trail on the other side of the obstacle.  At one such point I took Jessie on the right fork while Ranae and Dusty continued on the left fork.  We temporarily lost sight of them and I thought this would help Jess get her attention back on me. 

From the other side of the big plant between us I could not see, but heard Ranae say "Wow!  Oh, my!"  I could not even get a response out when I saw a bobcat move in front of us and crouch not ten feet away!  He was a very handsome fellow.  Jess stopped and we exchanged pleasantries, "Well, hello Mr. Bobcat"

"Hello, Miss Horse!"

"How about we move slowly over here?"

"That's fine.  How about I move slowly over there?"

"We were hoping you would say that.  Thank you."

And, in a moment the experience was over, the bobcat, which looked about 30 lbs, had dashed under some brush, and we were back with Ranae and Dusty.  I was very proud of Jessie and Dusty. 

We continued on with our ride and enjoyed a couple of river crossings.  The river was about three feet deep in the place we crossed and we took turns leading the way.  We found a couple of places to do some light workouts to help get the horses back in condition then headed back to the trailer.  We still have a lot of catching up to do in the way of chores, but it's nice to know we have a place to get away from it all with our horses, too.

Changing bits and Team Sorting

I'm making the change from the snaffle.  I've started working Jessie in a Tom Thumb style bit.  I think it will help me become a better rider by refining my cues.  It's something new and exciting.  One of my biggest concerns is where to go after the Tom Thumb.

We also did some team sorting yesterday.  I worked on two teams.  One was with Ranae and Julie (another Downunder Horsemanship follower) and one was a pickup team with two experienced, competitive gals on very nice horses.  We tied for 2nd and had a ride off and won!  It was a very interesting experience.  I'm getting to publish the podcast with a lot more details, so if you want to listen to the story you can find it on our Facebook page or subscribe in iTunes.

Second Day of Summer

Well, it's been awhile, but we finally got an evening ride in.  Family issues have kept us fairly busy the last couple of weeks.  Dad's had a serious ear infection and was hospitalized for 10 days to get iv antibiotics.  We busted him outta there but we still have to give him antibiotics every day.  He's got ten more days (we hope).  He is doing pretty good this week.  It's good to have brothers and sisters though, as sis is in town to help, and my younger brother will be here next week. 

Ranae got home and gave the guys a flake of hay and by the time I got home and saddled it was 6:30.  With the long days we still had plenty of time for a ride.  The breeze was blowing and it was a beautiful evening.  We were back on our own horses (Check out the DUH Podcast to hear about our horse switch) and it was good.  Jessie was riding well.  There was stuff blowing around and a number of other horses being ridden and she did good.

We went out and did some loping.  I continue to work on steering, going straight when I want her to, and doing a decent circle.  It's improving...slightly.  The ground we were riding on was extremely hard and I don't know if that was a factor.  But, hey, it's what we got so we're going to use it.

We rode for an hour and a half and by the time we got home, put the horses up and ate it was almost bedtime.  Ah, but it was so nice to get that ride in...

Our first 10 Miler of the Year

It's in the 90's here already which means the best time to ride is in the morning.  Dusty still has issues and Ranae was going to stay home and ride with our friend Susan, so Jessie and I headed for the City Farm on our own.

The City Farm is about 1 1/2 miles away and maybe 3/4 of a mile wide.  We rode through it on our way to the home of the woman I bought Jessie from.  It was an impromptu thing, and I hadn't called ahead.  I was just going to say hi if I saw her working outside.  I didn't.

Most of the ride was at a trot.  We did a fair amount at the canter when I could find some good footing.  Most of the roads were pretty hard.  Jessie was on alert most of the ride, although I thought she did well for being out alone so far from home. 

The ride stats according to my GPS were 10.77 mi over 2 hours 20 minutes averaging 4.7 mph.  That's a good workout for early in the year.

I am hoping to get another early morning workout in this week. 

An Early Morning Ride

Got up at 5:30 threw the horses some grub, then went back in the house and played with the dogs.  Cleaned the pens and then saddled Jessie for a "ride at daybreak". 

I love my work, but that doesn't mean there aren't rocky times and the start of the week wasn't going my way and I knew exactly what was needed to get some perspective back.  Jessie was happy to oblige.

It had been quite some time since we went out alone.  She moved out willingly.  I'm not sure, but her shadow was very long and she kept looking to that side.  I wondered if she thought someone was riding with us.  I had my ipod on listening to a podcast with the comedian Kevin Nealon.  I finally had to change it and listen to music because every time in our long trot he would say something funny and I would laugh, Jessie would stop.  So then I would try not to laugh, only that made it worse, cause I'd stiffen up and then relax and she would feel that and stop.

We rode for about an hour and did a lot of transitions, worked on picking up leads, and two-tracking.  It was a great morning - a little hazy and mid-60ish.  It's likely to be a hectic day at work.  Bring it on.  I'm ready now.