Not with My Horse You Don't

A couple of weeks ago Ranae and I went for a fairly typical Saturday ride.  You might remember Jessie stuck her right foot in a gopher hole while loping and came up a little gimpy.  Yes, it had to be at least a year ago and, maybe she doesn't get enough rest, but it still bothers her from time to time.  I try not to make her stop hard because that seems to aggravate it.  Well, anyway, she was gimping at the trot.

Ranae quite often complains that Dusty is gimpy too.  It's either the farrier didn't trim the feet right, or he picked up a rock, or something else (hey, I'm just the husband - I don't listen to everything).

My point is on this day we were both a couple of whiners.  We got about a hundred yards down the canal bank and I knew I had to mix it up so, I stopped.  "Okay, let's switch horses," I said.  "Yours is lame, mine is lame, we are not going to have any fun worrying about them.  Let's switch."

It's not that we don't care about each other's horses.  Of course we do.  It just seemed we were too in tuned to how they were feeling.  And, if you know horses, you know they aren't particularly thrilled with leaving lunch to carry a couple of pokes around the farming fields no matter how nice the day.

We worked up to a trot and played around measuring each horses stride and response to our different cues.  Before long we were out at our big field loping around.  The horses had worked out any kinks they had and WE had a good time.  As we headed for home we switched back to our own horses with the knowledge that maybe our horses had us a little buffaloed (is that a word?)

Ranae had been doing groundwork with Dusty before our rides .  He usually kicks up once or twice, particularly while doing Lunging for Respect stage 2.  I give her words of encouragement and try to offer advice as far as her cues go, but I'm not the best teacher.  Like almost everyone (me included), she has a problem going from a light touch to high energy and back down again.

That particular problem was one of the topics on the NWC dvd this month.  I watched it over the holiday and on Friday the weather was nice and I wanted to ride.  I decided to take Dusty.  Ranae always encourages me to ride her horse.  I wanted to see if I learned anything from the dvd.  Following Ranae's routine I lunged him after saddling and before the last cinch check.  With the dvd instruction still in my head I tried the softest cue I could muster.  He took right off.  "Wow".  When I changed directions, I took a small step in front, raised my finger - BOOM - it was a bit of a hop, but a nice "yessir!" change of direction.

We did this for a bit and every cue was tiny and soft AND got the right response.  We went out and had a nice ride.  We worked on lead changes and scary objects.  Ranae got home shortly after our ride and I told her how light the cues could be.  She tried it the following day and got the same result.

It's a nice relationship to have one horse, but sometimes you need a new perspective.  It's good to work someone's horse and to have them work your horse.  It's kinda hard, for us anyway, to find someone willing to switch horses.  If nothing else it sends a little wake up call to your horse.  Maybe for them humans are just too easy to read once you get to know them, and they get bored with us.  Either way it proves one of my favorite Zig quotes, "If you keep doing what you're doing, you'll keep gettin' what you're gettin'."

She Told Me She Needed Groundwork

It's been a tough ten days for Jessie. It rained more than an inch here and her pen refuses to dry out.  Or soil s clay like and the water puddles and does not drain. Her feed has been dry thanks to the Porta-Grazer, but she hasn't been able to lay down much. I walk in there with my muck boots on and slide all over the place. 

So, when we wanted to ride today it took quite some time to clean her up. I took a warm towel to her face and spent some extra time on her feet. It was necessary to curry the mud off of her flanks. While I got her saddled, Ranae was doing the same to Dusty. While I went in the house to change into my riding boots, Ranae did some groundwork with Dust. 

Jessie doesn't usually require any groundwork. It's one of the reasons I haven't posted here in so long. She has been doing great. Well, we're walking out the gate and she moves in front of me. I yield her hindquarters and she kinda hops around. Then, she does it again. I respond and she pops around. The third time I tell Ranae to take a minute I have to go do a bit of groundwork. 

I am glad I followed my instincts. We did lunging for respect 2 and she was bucking and rearing and tearing it up. Horses just have bad days sometimes and Jessie was having one. I am glad I wasn't on her. We worked for about 5 minutes and I could tell she was coming back to me. 

We rode out to our big field and I really got to work her. We did the lead change exercise followed by he flower power exercise. While I was a little concerned at the front end of the ride, I was glad I had a riding partner who let me do some work, and then have a good ride. I think we got some good steering work in as well. It's important to recognize the quirks in your horse and address them as soon as you can. 

Testing the Intermediate Levels

Downunder Horsemanship was holding a casting call for a "Test your Intermediate Skills".  Jessie and I, well mostly me, thought we would give it a go.  No, it didn't really matter that we don't own an Intermediate Kit.  We have the old series of Riding With Confidence and Gaining Respect and Control on the Ground series.  We were sure Clinton wouldn't mind.  Hey, pick us and I'll get a kit to brush up before the trip.

And speaking of brushing up, we didn't even let it bother us, well mostly me, that we hadn't practiced the exercises, especially the groundwork exercises for quite some time.  Heck, the biggest place we had to practice was our backyard!  That was't going to work.

Nope, that's what determination, aka idiocy, offers:  an unencumbered path down the road to another video.

The deadline was the last day of the year.  We, well mostly me, got a list of the exercises on the Intermediate Series and, lo and behold Clinton had changed the name and order of some of the exercises.

We filmed over a couple of weekends and did the best we could.  Like any good editor, the exercises we didn't do very well got the short shrift, and we muddled through the rest.  I posted it on the NWC forum to get some discussion going and then others started posting theirs as well.  By the looks of it, the competition is tough.  Those guys all looked like they owned the right kit.

Anyway, we got it done.  If it happens, we'll have to plan a trip to Texas.  We doubt that will happen.  We, well mostly me, feel there is little chance of getting there this year.  But we did get to make another video...and, oh I even put a blooper reel at the end!

Two Man Sorting and Early Morning Rides

Two Man Sorting

Last Sunday, after a good ride on Saturday morning, we took the horses out for some two-man sorting at Rancho Rio Stables by the Kern River.  In this iteration of calf work, the cattle are numbered zero to nine and there are two pens about 40 feet across with an opening between the two.  The cows are settled into the far end of one pen.  Our job is to go in and, once we cross into the occupied pen we are given a number, then we start with that cow and move them sequentially into the empty pen.  We have 90 seconds to move as many as we can (there are 10) and we're disqualified if we go out of order or one of our cattle goes back to the original pen.

The strategy is to have one rider at the "gate" to only allow the desired calf through the opening.  The other rider cuts the correct numbered calf and drives it to the opening.  The "gate" rider then moves out of the way to allow the calf through and then the two riders switch responsibilities.  The "cutter" guards the gate and the "gate" rider becomes the "cutter".

The first couple of cows are the most difficult because some want to go out of order.  We need our horses to move laterally and end-to-end quickly to block a cow from entering the catch pen before we want them to.  The cutting part was easy and both horses are much better at this.  The biggest problem was getting them "off" the cow to go back and get another. 

Our first run had Ranae making the first cut and we got all the way to the second to the last calf before the timer called ten seconds and I left the gate to help get the last two calves through.  Unfortunately, they went through out of order.  The second run (we got three goes for $20 each) I made the first cut, but drove too many calves to Ranae and she couldn't block them all.  Oops!  Typical guy mistake.  The third run, we went back to Ranae making the first cut and we got nine through before time was called.

It is a lot of fun.  A little slower than the three man line sorting.  Both Ranae and I liked that.  You can use a little more horsemanship and your horse doesn't get an opportunity to build much speed and get out of control.  The stable is suppose to have a day buckle series starting in June and we hope to participate (this was just a practice).

"You wanna ride WHEN?!?!"

Early Morning Rides

While I've only had three early morning rides, I did get to ride a third horse on Saturday and I'm really becoming a believer that riding multiple horses is essential to improving one's horsemanship.  Already I'm noticing some techniques that need refining.  Even seeing how the different horses react to the most basic exercise - flexing - is very interesting.  I know I have to work on using my calf more instead of going to the spur, but I want the horses to respond "right now" and I using that as too much of a crutch.  I want Dusty to stop quicker and draw back when he does.  I want Jessie to be more supple and take off more collected in her canter departure.

Riding Dusty is helping me a lot because he knows far more than he lets on.  He also neck reins.  It gives me an opportunity to work on my equitation as well.  Dusty's lope is far more comfortable than Jessie's and part of that is because he is just in more control.  How do I translate that to Jessie?  I'm not sure, but I know if I keep riding them both, I'll have a greater chance at figuring it out.

Dusty and I rode this morning and we did a lot more loping than last week.  We averaged 4 1/2 mph over a 75 minute ride and we worked on a lot of 'whoas' and rollbacks.  Tomorrow I'll take Jessie out and try and work on the same few exercises and see if what I learn on one horse helps me with the other.

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.