Family ties hold us together; connecting us across time to those who came before us. Connecting us to those whose decisions about life have affected the direction of our own life. Their dedication to hopes, dreams, and goals in life leave a legacy to us who follow. The idea of being who you are because of the choices someone else made years before you were born may seem stifling to some, but not for me. I will be forever grateful for the pioneer spirit of my great great great grandparents who first settled in the place I now call home.
It seems winter may have begun to move in here in the northern panhandle of Idaho. It is a beautiful day from where I sit here at my kitchen table, warm and cozy. My view of the foothills of the Cabinet Mountain Range and the valley full of the ranch pasture land is missing one thing today: the horses. Our herd of 50+ horses just made their last run up the county road from the field to the barn for the winter. They are all tucked away in their winter housing close to the barns and an abundant supply of hay.
Saturday marked the half way point through my 30 days of Clinton Anderson Fundamentals groundwork on my little 3 year old Appaloosa/POA gelding, Zeus. After a good long session working pretty much entirely on desensitization, I decided he was ready to ride. It was nice to be in the saddle again. I will continue with the promised 30 days of groundwork with the addition of a little time under saddle.
Ground work is not a completely unknown to me. I have spent time working my horses from the ground (especially the babies). Usually this ground time is broken up by time on my horse’s back riding down the trail, working in the arena, working cows or teaching lessons (yes,I teach horseback). So why am I on the ground? I have been sentenced to 30+ days of groundwork.
Well folks it is official, Western Pleasure Guest Ranch is now open for trail rides for the 2015 season! I took a couple on the first official spring trail ride of the year this morning. It was a beautiful day, temps in the high 40’s, and clear blue sky as far as you could see. This calls for Danielle’s Excited Face:
Part 3 of Winter Arena Exercises is going to be pretty simple. Stand in your stirrups while riding. That’s it. Whether you are out in the pouring rain or lucky enough to be in an indoor arena, take the opportunity to build those leg muscles (yours) and improve your balance at the same time.
While the Northeast part of the U.S. is being covered by a massive snow fall, we here in the Northwest are beginning to wonder if its time to brush up on our nautical skills. If you feel the need to review your boat rowing, here is an excellent link to show you how: How to Row a Boat
Yesterday was beautiful. As we were driving to Post Falls, Landon kinda reminded me of a happy lab that has been stuck in a dark house for a week straight and then gets taken out into the sunshine for a ride in the pickup with the windows down. He was that excited about the sunshine. Which brings me to this:
By Guest Writer: Roley Schoonover
My Professor the Horse
In the summer of 1991, three years after graduating from college, my wife and I started out on an adventure that would change our lives forever. Janice took one lady out for a horseback ride on the family ranch and a new way of life began. It was the beginning of the Western Pleasure Guest Ranch. It wasn’t long after this new adventure began when I met my new professor the horse. Janice and I decided that to sustain a string of willing horses we wanted to raise and train our own. Even though I would start out trying to teach these new young horses what they needed to know about their job, many times they ended up teaching me about what I needed to know about me. It was life-changing because to be successful I had to take principles I learned and apply them. I think they call this wisdom and here’s where it began.
Communication. Ever travel to a foreign land? It’s kind of handy to know the lingo. When I opened the gate to go in the pen with my horse, I crossed a boarder metaphorically as much as physically. Horses speak using their own dialect of sign language. So, as soon as I enter the pen, I’ve communicated something to the horse. More than likely the Professor of the pen has said something back if I am not visibly deaf. My horses have taught me volumes about how my body language communicates and what they are saying in response. As I have learned to pay attention to their language the training process has gotten better. While I won’t profess to have graduated “Summa com laud”, I have seen positive results as we continued our “class time”.
When our family traveled, I was accused of taking everything but the kitchen sink. I also have a tendency to do that when I start training. Again, my professor, the horse, would tell me, if I’m listening, that I need to slow down and work in the moment. I had to remember what I went in to do and leave the tax preparations for the ranch, the family that is checking in with the dietary needs, and the kindling that needs to be cut, at the gate. I could pick them back up when I left the pen and likely I didn’t have to worry about anybody stealing them; they would be there when I returned. I had to focus on one thing, my prof would remind me. Like my old football coach would tell me, “Do one thing well, instead of a bunch of things poorly.”
Finally, the professor is seldom ever wrong. He is who he is. I have learned they really are pretty simple creatures who operate on their need to survive. My professors would learn from the release of pressure. Once I understood this point, next was to make the right thing easy and the wrong thing hard. With consistency, creativity, and these two principles, we began to achieve some neat results. Horses will do anything to squirm away from pressure. So I applied a reasonable amount of pressure, watched for the desired reaction, and rewarded them for a reasonable response. I did this consistently over and over and I was training horses.
These have been some valuable lessons from Equine Communications 101. With the help of some great advisors along the way, we have had some really satisfying results. Mostly it has helped make something we love to do into a living with people we treasure. Happy Trails and never take your professor for granted.
|Let’s focus on legs!|
Off we went at a posting trot. We hadn’t gone far when the dreaded words came from the announcer, “drop your irons” (that’s the stirrups on an English saddle). Ugh! Posting trot with no irons. Yes, I had done it before and practiced it but I was not good at it. My competitive spirit drove me on. I gripped the saddle with my legs with all I had in me and attempted to rise as high as my pathetic legs would take me, This particular exercise usually didn’t last long in a class like this so when I finished one lap around the large rodeo style arena I was sure we were nearly done.
The announcer came over the loud speaker, “Extend the trot”. Oh please no! Keeping JR at an acceptable English trot was proving difficult already and now I had to extend? I glanced across the arena and noticed a girl on a little white Arabian. She and her horse were usually one of my close competitors. She was gracefully rising and falling in the saddle as if she had never left her stirrups and her little mare stretched out and extended beautifully at her rider’s cue. Oh help me! My effort to extend my devoted western horse’s trot felt, to me, pathetic. After a second time around the arena the announcer called for us to return to a regular trot, but still we continued iron-less. My legs were burning; screaming at me.
Shall I remind you that I am not athletic? I counted our third lap around the arena. Its funny how just when your pride has swelled in you so that your hat is getting a little tight on your expanding head, something comes along to remind your pride that your hat size doesn’t need to grow. Four times around the arena. I didn’t recall having signed up for a stirrup-less endurance class. At four and a half times around that huge arena the announcer finally said the words I was desperate to hear; “walk your horses”. Sweet walk. Wonderful walk. Glorious walk! We lined up again in the middle of the arena.
|Image 1- Too relaxed. No leg and seat contact.|
6. Don’t scrunch your legs up as this will cause you to pinch your horse’s sides causing you to miscommunication to your horse that you want more forward motion. Scrunching your legs up may also cause your heals to come up and your upper body to be thrown forward out of balance (images 3 and 4).
|Image -3 Too much bend in the knee.
Heal is coming up and pinching horse’s side.
|Image 4- Way too much bend in the knee.
Heals are up and pinching. This is survival mode.
7. The purpose of this exercise is to develop balance. Stretch your legs down and around your horse’s barrel and balance with your seat not your hands or knees (image 5). Engage those core muscles.
|Image 5- Stretch your legs down and
around your horse’s barrel.
8. Practice does not make perfect. Perfect practice makes perfect. Ride correctly. Don’t ride in survival mode and expect your seat and balance to improve.
If this winter arena exercise sounds just a little too scary and you would like to keep those stirrups thank you very much, start slow at a walk or jog. If this sounds super easy and somewhat pointless, I am guessing you were somewhere closer to the front of that athleticism line than I was. For those of you like me, just think of the great leg muscles we will be building!
The oh so fluffy horse that is featured in the pictures above is Little Horse, my POA mare. I don’t really have long legs, just a small horse.