Horses and Native American Trade Routes

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When I was young the idea of a vast inter-continental network of Native American trails, weaving across the North American continent was unheard of. It was Lewis and Clark who blazed their way across the American wilderness to the Pacific Ocean with minor help from their Indian scout, Sacagawea. None of my teachers mentioned that hundreds of years before Europeans set foot on the soil of North and South American, Native Americans created an extensive series of interlocking trails connecting well established trade centers.

These trade routes proved important in the distribution of the horse. The stage was set in 1680 for Native Americans to acquire the horse when the Pueblo Indians revolted against the Spanish colony in New Mexico. After forcing the Spanish retreat into Mexico, the Pueblo Indians captured thousands of horses. Having worked as slaves for the Spanish rancheros, the Indians knew how to handle these powerful animals. Once the horses fell into their hands, they managed the herds and began to trade horses to other tribes. This was an easy task since the Pueblo Indians already had well established trade centers linking the Ute, Comanche, Apache, Kiowa and Jumano tribes. Trails leading from the Pueblos radiated like the spokes in a wheel; North, South, East and West. No wonder it took very little time for Indian tribes throughout North America to acquire the horse.

Native American Trade Routes

Native American Trade Routes

By 1700 the horse was owned by tribes in the distant northwest; Bannock, Nez Perce, Cayuse, and Umatilla. At the same time, horses moved east to the Crow and Missouri River tribes. The horse quickly became incorporated into the Native American way of life and proved important in trade.

Early European settlers, traders and explorers followed Native American trade routes often with the help of Indian guides. Inevitable conflict culminated in the Indian Wars in the west, and as time marched on, the Indians were moved to reservations. Their lands were settled by farmers and ranchers, but the Indian trails were not forgotten. Many Native American cross-continental trade routes eventually became asphalted and paved during the construction of today’s interstate highway system. There are perhaps a few Native American trails winding through the continental divide which still feel the footsteps of an occasional hiker. Gone are the days of the open prairies, the vast herds of buffalo and the millions of Native Americans who traversed an intricate web of trails for the purpose of trade.

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Footnote: In 2009, the US Mint struck a new dollar coin series with the theme of Native Americans. On the obverse or face of the coin, Sacagawea and her child were shown. Each year the reverse side of the coin featured a new image. Last year, the coin’s reverse side portrayed the importance of the horse and Native American trade routes in 17th century America.

Sources: http://www.desertusa.com/desert-trails/native-americans-trails.html; http://www.ndstudies.org/resources/IndianStudies/threeaffiliated/images/trade_large.jpg; http://horsetalk.co.nz/news/2012/01/012.shtml#axzz2dYERaCpi; https://www.usmint.gov/mint_programs/nativeamerican/?action=2012NADesign; http://coin-investments.com/category/sacagawea-native-american-dollar/2012-17th-century-trade-routes/feed?doing_wp_cron=1377970720.1671259403228759765625; http://www.redoaktree.org/indianhorse/history2.htm;
http://www.americanwest.com/critters/gazette.htm; http://www.thefurtrapper.com/images/Horse%20Map.jpg; http://www.webpanda.com/There/uot_thehorse.htm

Map sources: http://www.mapmanusa.com/cci-print-3.html; http://www.thefurtrapper.com/images/Horse%20Map.jpg

Painting by Charles Russell

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Dawn Bellis at Rising Hope Farm

Dawn BellisDawn Bellis had an extensive background working with horses. At the age of 13, she began training horses for other people. Her mother owned a riding stable in Litchfield, PA, where Dawn learned to ride at an early age. She learned to ride English and Western and competed in local shows. When it came time to teach others how to ride Western Pleasure, she incorporated her knowledge of the English disciplines. Then about 7 years ago, Dawn’s mother closed the riding stable.

Dawn Bellis

Dawn was almost 20 when she took a job working with Standardbreds at Tioga Downs Racetrack near Nichols, NY. At the track she worked in the barn, took care of the horses and prepared them for exercise. A few years later, Dawn moved to Taylor Farms owned by Bob and Shannon Taylor in Owego. She worked with Thoroughbreds and Shire horses. Besides working in the barn, she broadened her experiences with horses and learned to train the Shire foals, showed the weanlings, taught the yearlings to harness, then the 2 to 3 year olds how to hitch and drive. She drove the Shires at horse shows and loved working with them.

Shadow's New Home

Rising Hope Farm

In 2011, Dawn left Taylor Farms to start her own private boarding facility at Rising Hope Farm. The farm had been used for beef cows and the barn needed conversion to accommodate horses. Sixteen stalls were built and new fences put up to make several large pastures.

A few days ago, I turned my vehicle onto Park Hollow Road headed for Rising Hope Farm. When I pulled into the driveway, three barking dogs ran alongside my SUV until I came to a stop. Horsewomen walked their horse past me, then mounted and headed for the outdoor arena. I followed them and watched the riders warm-up their horses as I waited to speak with Dawn. It wasn’t long before she and I sat on lawn chairs in her yard not far from the barn.

“How are the horse shows going?” I asked.

“Good, except I’ve been having a problem with my horse reacting to noise echoing off the grandstands. He’s fine when I compete in an arena with just bleachers, the noise and music doesn’t bother him, but if there is a grandstand he spooks. I’m guessing it’s the sound bouncing off the building back at him. I was getting ready to load my horse at the Reese Ranch Rodeo and the band was warming up a few yards away. He’s usually good with the music, but he started getting nervous. I think it was the sound echoing off the trailer. ” replied Dawn.

“Horses are very sensitive to sound,” I said.

“Someone told me to try putting tampons in his ears. Just open it up with the strings hanging out so you can easily pull the tampon out.”

“That’s an interesting idea.”

“I’m going to try it maybe it will help.”

“Where do you compete?” I asked.

“I compete in barrel races. I’ve done four APRA Rodeos, NBHA Shows, and all the local fairs. The prize money is pretty good. At the Troy Fair first place for barrels is $600 and even 6th pays $150, so it’s worth trying since I usually place.”

Dawn at the Troy Fair

Dawn at the Troy Fair

“What would you say is the most important thing to do when training horses?” I asked.

“I would say that positive feedback is very important. If the horse does even the smallest step toward what I’m asking him to do I reinforce the good behavior by letting the horse know he did a good job.”

“Could you give me a tip on training horses?”

“If something isn’t working with you and your horse, stop and take 5 minutes or so to think about it. Don’t get into a fight with your horse because that’s going nowhere. Leave the training session on a good note, even if your horse didn’t accomplish everything you wanted. If your horse does a step or two in the right direction, praise your horse and end the training session on a good note. I’m a strong believer in short training sessions. Once your horse gets it, stop and do more the next day.”

I made my farewells to Dawn. The day was still new when I left Rising Hope Farms. The tranquil countryside engulfed my vehicle as I drove down the gravel driveway and turned onto Mt. Pleasant Road. The engine’s roar was the only sound I hear as I headed back toward Waverly and home.

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Shadow Goes For Training

Shadow's New Home

Shadow’s New Home


Sunshine hit the truck’s windshield as AnneSunshine hit the truck’s windshield as Anne negotiated the turns on Sayre Hill Road. The truck made a sharp turn and roared down the country road headed for Shadow’s new home. Overhanging trees momentarily blocked the sun until finally the vehicle crested the hill. Suddenly, the countryside turned into broad fields and pastures flowing with grass destined to be cut for hay. Before long, Anne turned the truck onto a long gravel driveway leading to a huge barn which once housed dairy cows. She parked alongside the red barn and we climbed out of the truck.

Shadow

Shadow

“Dawn’s working with Shadow in the round-pen. We can walk over and see how the training is going,” said Anne walking up a slight incline away from the barn.

We came to the round-pen where a horse trailer stood at one end of the large enclosure. Shadow stood next to the trailer and a young woman held his lead rope.

“Shadow did really well today. I’m just ending his training session,” said Dawn.

Anne and I stood on the sidelines as Dawn put Shadow through his paces. When he didn’t want to go into the trailer she tapped him with the end of the lead rope and circled him, then directed him to the back of the trailer, and the horse walked right in. Once Shadow was in the trailer she spoke words of encouragement and shut the trailer gate. The horse relaxed in the trailer munching hay until Dawn opened the gate and motioned with the lead rope for the horse to exit the trailer. When Shadow hurried out of the trailer, Dawn made Shadow get right back in and step out slowly, one hoof at a time.

“How long have you been training horses?” I asked.

“My mother owned a riding stables and when I was about 13 years old people saw how I handled horses and asked if I would work with theirs. That’s when I started training horses,” Dawn replied.

“I can’t believe Shadow will go into the trailer like that. For years, I’ve struggled to get him in a trailer. He just wouldn’t go in and a couple of times when he did go into the trailer he damaged the trailer trying to get out,” said Anne.

“He’s really tall, maybe he feels cramped,” I said.

“He probably felt claustrophobic. When we tried to load him at his old stable I wondered what I had gotten myself into, but he’s doing really well now,” replied Dawn.

“It took us hours to load Shadow at Ballentine’s, for awhile I didn’t think he would get in the trailer or would damage it,” said Anne.

“He really is doing great,” I said.

Shadow and Anne

Shadow and Anne

Dawn led Shadow out of the round-pen and headed for the barn and his stall. In the distance, water sparkled as sunlight bounced off a pond in one of the many pastures which surrounded the barn. In the middle of a large field a solitary cow stood grazing. Except for the tweeting of a few isolated birds, the countryside remained peaceful and quiet. The gravel road which paralleled the electric fence bordering the property was empty, no car or truck rumbled by. A slight breeze washed over us as we made our way to Shadow’s stall.

The barn had a single runway down the middle with exits on both ends and held many stalls. Each stall was a large and spacious box. At one entrance to the barn hung a hose for washing horses, cross-ties and a door which led to a tack room. At the other end of the barn, a chute and entryway allowed horses coming in from the pasture safe passage.

Shadow on Cross-ties

Shadow on Cross-ties

Dawn returned Shadow to his stall and then walked through the barn to let in horses waiting to be feed. One by one the animals entered the barn and found their respective stalls, hay and grain.

“So how is Shadow doing with his cow problem?” I asked.

“Good, it took him a few days to get used to the cow. The other horse, Barry, pastured with him offered a buffer for awhile, but now Shadow’s good with the cow,” Anne replied.

“I can’t believe that, he always got so nervous or bolted whenever we rode past a cow pasture or he heard a cow mooing.”

“I know, but the other day I rode past a dairy farm up the street and the cows didn’t bother him at all.”

So Shadow’s training went well. He learned to live with a cow, get on and off a trailer without fear and generally calm down. Shadow had new friends; a cow and a Standardbred named Barry. He looked far different from the excitable creature which once ran with raised tail, in the pasture at Ballentine’s Horse Heaven.

Anne Shaffer and Shadow's New Friend

Anne Shaffer and Shadow’s New Friend

Barry, Shadow's New Friend

Barry, Shadow’s New Friend

The pleasant June and July days passed by as Ann and Shadow settled into the new home. Dawn Bellis became an important part of their lives. Other people often joined Shadow and Anne for rides down the many dirt roads and trails which cut through the woods surrounding the stables. There will be many more long summer days for the horsewomen to enjoy.

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Farewell Murray Creek Riders

Annie, Marilyn and Pat Summer 2010Anne and Shadow at Horse HeavenKaren on Pepper next to the abandoned farmhouseDonna Horton riding SocksMarilyn and Donna ridingEmma ready to rideDonna and Pat at Round Top Parkmurray creek riders

By May all the Murray Creek Riders had left Ballentine’s Horse Heaven, except for me. There were numerous reasons that they left; training, internships or new horizons. The barn was quiet as the days grew longer. Then in June came thunderstorms almost daily which resulted in some flooding. After contemplating my situation, I decided it was time to take a break from riding. Hang up my riding boots for awhile and catch up on matters too long forgotten at home.

On June 25th I saddled Pepper up for her last ride, sort of a farewell ride. I headed out alone as overcast skies pulsated with heat and humidity. Pepper and I walked up Sutliff Hill Road towards the park entrance. At the top of the hill, I pulled Pepper over to stand in a field as several pickup trucks roared past on the gravel road. At the junction of Round Top Road we stopped and turned to go back to the barn. As soon as we did, the sky opened up dropping buckets of rain on us. Within seconds, I sat upon Pepper’s back drenched to the bone, not one article of clothing dry. Fortunately, there was no lightning, just a cloud burst. At one point I thought perhaps we could get back sooner by cantering. Rainwater hammered against us as Pepper canter up the road, not a good idea as the rain pelted us even harder. I couldn’t have been any wetter if I had jumped in the river for a swim. So for the last mile we simply walked through the deluge, accepting our fate.

A couple of days later, I took CJ out for our last summer ride. Big puffy clouds dotted the blue sky, the afternoon dripped with heat. Again, I rode up Sutliff Hill Road; the same direction I had taken Pepper a few days before. At the top of the hill a massive Tioga Oil truck making a delivery pulled out of a driveway, so I turned CJ into a field and halted until the truck passed. Before I could get back on the road, a pickup truck hauling a trailer filled with four-wheeler’s rumbled by us filling the air with dust. Finally, CJ and I walked down the long hill to the intersection at Round Top Road. At the stop sign a huge garbage truck turned and headed in our direction. This time I turned the horse around, hurried back up the hill and made a beeline for the barn.

The wind gathered speed and spiraled aloft. Warm air rushed through tree branches and leaves lifted upward. White puffy clouds moved rapidly into higher altitudes and quickly formed into thunderheads as the first rolls of thunder rumbled across open fields. I galloped up the hill hoping to get back to the barn before the storm broke.

Warm updrafts lifted dozens of birds into the air. Five goldfinch alighted on a telephone wire suspended at the side of the gravel road. Their small yellow bodies sparkled against the dark thunderheads. It was unusual to see them all sitting in a row high above the road when usually they preferred the fields and clung to weed stalks or bushes. The birds didn’t stay on the electric line; a strong updraft sent them into flight. They scattered at great speed across the open fields headed towards the creek in the gully. Other birds took advantage of the strong updrafts and in frenzy took flight soaring in different directions ahead of the storm.

I crossed the intersection at Weaver Road and started down the hill. A white car pulled off the road and waited for CJ and I to pass. When I drew near the driver, an elderly lady said, “It’s so nice to see you out riding. It reminds me of when I was young and used to ride horses.”

“I rode when I was young too, then stopped, raised a family. My daughter wanted to ride so we took lessons together. I’ve been riding ever since.”

I didn’t tell her that this would be my last ride for a few months. Lightning struck a hillside not far from where I stood chatting. The wind ripped through the branches sending leaves into flight. Dark clouds rapidly crossed the sky filling in the bright blue patches and merging with cumulus clouds turning them purple and black. Again lightning struck and thunder screamed across the skies.

CJ and I hurried towards the barn. We galloped up the last hill reaching the end of the pasture just as a few raindrops hit us. CJ nervously walked past the flapping tarp covering the storage building across from the barn. We rounded the corner and I jumped off just as another roar of thunder hit the sky. Quickly, I took CJ into his stall as the sky opened up and rain poured down from heaven.

I stood for a while at the barn entrance and watched rainwater pelt the earth. A butterfly wove its way through the raindrops, then caught an updraft, soared aloft and fluttered in midair as if playing in the rain. Birds flew faster than I had ever seen, rocketing towards branches or soaring over the barn, they too didn’t seem to mind the rain. I for one was glad to be dry inside the barn where I unsaddled CJ and brushed him down.

So many memories floated through the barn and trails surrounding Round Top Park. I thought of the good times we shared. Donna named us the Murray Creek Riders; six women in love with horses and riding. The banner heading for my blog shows us on an autumn day in the park. The five riders, Anne, Marilyn, Karen, Donna and I stood on a gravel road as an unknown photographer quickly took our picture with Marilyn’s camera. Time marches on and with it places change, people move and grow older, perhaps that is the bitter sweet essence of life itself.

Although I’m taking a break from riding for a few months, I will continue to write my blog. There are some interesting leads I want to follow up; museums, fairs, horse shows and much more. So for all my faithful readers, not to worry, I still have some good horse stories brewing. Happy trails and ride safe.

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Homemade Fly Spray for Horses

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Flies pose problems for animals and people during summer months. Johnn eliminates flies in the barn starting in April by using a product called Fly Predators. Basically, the tiny insects feed on flies and fly larvae. Since the Fly Predators have a 30 day lifespan, each month Johnn adds new insects to replenish the ones which died. The system works really well. There are never more than one or two flies in the barn; however, in the pasture or trail riding it’s a different story.

To discourage flies from alighting on Pepper or CJ while riding, I used fly spray. Not a fan of toxic chemicals or insecticides, I decided to make my own fly spray when Connie suggested a homemade recipe given to her by her vet Robin. The ingredients were simple: water, vinegar and a little soap. I read that flies don’t like peppermint and added some to the mixture. The peppermint gave the fly spray a fresh, pleasant smell.

The summer days turned hot and sticky with temperatures in the 80’s and 90’s, I began braiding the horse’s manes. First I covered the mane with fly spray, until the hair was wet, and then I began to braid. The braids helped cool the horse and held the fly spray besides looking nice. As I braided, I noticed Pepper and CJ relaxed, nodding off to sleep with eyes half closed. To my surprise, they loved having their manes braided!

The fly spray made the horse’s coat shiny. At the end of the ride when I gave the horse a bath, the spray acted as a cleaning agent. All I did was spray water on the horse and brush. I found the homemade fly spray worked as well as commercial pesticides; nothing worked on the big horse and deer flies. For the big, bad flies I carried my little net to catch and squash.

The Northern New Mexico Horsemen’s Association’s website lists several other recipes for homemade fly spray. I have listed a few homemade recipes below:

Fly Repellent 1:
18 oz white vinegar
2 oz water
2 Tbsp dish washing soap.
*(I added) 1 teaspoon peppermint extract
Mix in a 20 oz spray bottle and shake gently. You may add water to dilute. Spray liberally on your horse.

Fly Repellent 2:
2 cups mineral oil
½ cup lemon juice
2 tsp. Citronella oil
2 teaspoon eucalyptus oil
Combine ingredients and use in spray bottle.

Fly Repellent 3:
1 cup vinegar
1 cup baby oil
1/4 cup original Pinesol
1 tbs dish soap
1 tbs Skin So Soft
1 cup water
Combine ingredients and use in spray bottle.

Internal Fly Repellents: Add ¼ cup of apple cider vinegar to your horses grain or mix 1 ½ cups white vinegar for every 75 gallons of water in your horses water tub. Start one of these procedures about a week before fly season begins and continue throughout the season.

For my fly spray, I used a discount dishwashing soap which worked fine. Many people on-line recommend Dawn. I have not tried but heard that the following oils help repel insects: Tansy, peppermint, lemongrass, lemon, cedarwood, thyme, lavender, rosemary, eucalyptus, and cloves. The other two ingredients which people swear by are Citronella oil and Avon’s Skin So Soft. Although, I don’t have firsthand experience with these ingredients, if you’re adventuresome, they’re worth a try. I’m sure there are many other formulas for homemade fly control. If you have a good one please leave a comment; that way we will spread the word and control the pests. Happy trails and stay safe.

Sources:
http://davesgarden.com/community/forums/t/706667/; http://www.experience-essential-oils.com/homemade-fly-spray.html; http://www.nnmha.com/FlySpray.html

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Desensitizing Horse to Blanket with TTouch

The stable was quiet in the early morning. The weather had been rainy and cold. I found Johnn in his office or doing chores. Since there wasn’t anyone to ride with, I decided to work on CJ and Pepper’s behavior. The task was improving their ground manners during grooming and tacking up.

Usually when I was getting ready to ride with someone else, I hurried. If the horse had an attitude while tacking up, I often ignored it and moved quickly through the task. After all, someone waited to ride with me and I didn’t want to hold that person up. The same with the mounting block, I often just swung onto and rode off. After awhile the horse anticipated this and everything became a routine; including the bad habits of not wanting to pick up hooves, ears pinned and tail swishing while saddling and moving off as soon as my foot hit the stirrup. These little bad habits were annoying and potentially dangerous.

I agreed with the philosophy that whenever you rode or handled a horse you trained the horse. Horses are very smart and fall into repetitive patterns of behavior. Once you have established a routine it takes some time to establish another. CJ and Pepper never liked having the blanket put on their back. Both horses pinned their ears, exhibited a lot of tail swishing and sometimes even attempted to bite you. Once the blanket was up, better not move it around or try to straighten it. If you did, they would become hostile. So my first task was to desensitize the horses to the blanket.

By far, Pepper was better than CJ at tacking up. If you were fast and didn’t pay attention to the horse when putting the blanket and saddle on you probably wouldn’t notice that she didn’t like it. CJ’s training on the other hand was a work in progress.

In the early morning, Pepper stood tied to a hitch in her stall. I draped a Navajo western saddle blanket, 32” by 64”, on her neck, and then I ran my hand under the blanket and whispered to her “Good girl.” At one point, Pepper pinned her ears and gave me a nasty look. I reacted by softly taking hold of her halter and said, “Stop it.” I continued, taking the blanket off her neck and placing it on her back and then on her hindquarters. I repeated everything on the other side of the horse paying close attention to her attitude. Any pinned ears, tail swishing, or movement towards me I reprimanded with a gentle tug on the halter and a stern “Stop it.” I folded the blanket down the middle, placed it on Pepper’s back, straightened it and ran my hand under the blanket. I stood next to her and shook the blanket. After a few days, Pepper didn’t mind the blanket or the saddle. I unhitched Pepper allowing her more freedom and did the same blanket exercise with her. She still didn’t mind the blanket.

I executed the same routine with CJ. He improved too, but much slower and needed a lot more work. As I worked with the horses, I realized that they both had several “touchy” areas. Perhaps the horses were ticklish or just sensitive. How was I to get CJ and Pepper to allow me to run my hand across those ticklish areas? On-line I stumbled across an article on the TTouch method designed to relax the horse. I decided to give it a try.

The TTouch method was developed in the 1970’s by Linda Tellington-Jones as a way to communicate, train and heal horses. The massage technique used the tips of the fingers and side of the hand with the thumb placed about 2 to 3 inches from the forefinger. The hand was slightly cupped. The horse was massaged using a circular motion usually clockwise; however, I found counterclockwise worked too. Either work in parallel lines or randomly. There are several levels of pressure which you can apply. I watched Pepper and CJ’s reaction to see what worked best.

The TTouch massage worked well; however, Pepper didn’t want me to massage an area on her belly between the elbow and the flank not far from the girth. I tried simply running my hand lightly and quickly across this area before she had time to negatively react to the movement. I spoke in a whisper with a soothing voice. Gradually, she allowed my hand to stay longer, and eventually, I was able to use TTouch. As for CJ, he had major issues with being touched. He didn’t like the slightest pressure on his belly, girth, flank, croup, breast or back near the withers. I stopped using a stiff brush, and used only my hand in the ticklish areas. CJ improved too but he needed much more time and work before he would get to Pepper’s level of acceptance.

After I brushed the horses and used TTouch, I braided the horse’s mane. To my surprise, CJ and Pepper loved having their manes braided. They lowered their head’s; half closed their eyes and totally relaxed. There are many fancy ways to braid a horse’s mane. I picked the style which I used for braiding my own hair when I was a kid. As well as relaxing the horse, the braided mane helps to keep the animal cooler in hot weather.

Each morning, by the time I left the barn, the sun had risen into the late morning sky. I drove away, winding down Murray Creek Road towards 220. At the Dandy Mini Market, I turned left and headed home. The next morning, I’d be up early again to repeat the same routine until saddling Pepper and CJ was a leisurely activity rather than an ordeal.

Sources: http://www.ttouch.com/howtodoTTouch.shtml; http://www.canberraequinehospital.com.au/Blog/tabid/160/EntryId/71/Are-horses-ticklish.aspx; http://horses.about.com/od/commonproblems/a/dislikegrooming.htm; http://animals.pawnation.com/different-ways-horses-mane-tail-4735.html

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Barefoot Horses – Soft Soles and Dry Hooves

The stables have been quiet for the last few weeks. Karen stopped leasing Jupiter, Donna moved her horse, Socks, to another stables, Anne sent her horse, Shadow, for training, Emma left for an internship in Kentucky and I found myself without any riding buddies. To compound the feeling of melancholy, the weather for May has been cold, with a few nights dipping down to the 30’s and even dropping into the 20’s. Although, it has been cool, the countryside bloomed. The blossoms lasted longer than usual, the flowers more profuse and the colors dazzled the eye. The migratory birds returned; blue birds, redwing blackbirds, and gold finches fluttered among the branches adding music to the landscape.

Every morning I was up early and headed for the stables to work on CJ and Pepper’s hooves. Dean Krissler told me that the horse’s hooves were soft due to weather conditions and pasture mud. It seems that every spring it is the same old story: soft and dried out hooves. It was time to toughen them up again for riding. A couple of years ago, Gene Fletcher told me how to toughen a barefoot horse’s hooves. I followed his directions by using bleach diluted with water (50/50) and then applying Venice Turpentine to the horse’s sole avoiding the frog, making sure to clean the sole of bacteria and dirt. Not only did it harden the hoof it also eliminated Thrush.

For the outside of the hoof, I tried applying used motor oil in-between applications of a hoof sealant. However, after reading that used motor oil contained carcinogenic, toxic metals such as benzene, lead, arsenic, zinc and cadmium, I chose to go back to using Shur Hoof also recommended by Gene Fletcher. I decided to use rubber gloves just in case any of the ingredients in the hoof applications might be harmful to my health.

I’m not the fastest at applying this treatment. It took me about two hours to clean and treat the hooves, brush down the horses and then saddle up. One morning, much like all the other mornings, I tacked up Pepper and headed for the park. It was Turkey season in Pennsylvania so I made sure I had on a florescent orange vest. The Pennsylvania Game Commission advised people entering the woods during Turkey season to dress safe: Never wear red, white, blue or black clothing as these are the colors found on mature gobblers.

The park was very quiet except for singing song birds, keenly focused on mating and nest building. I headed into the woods, following a short trail which climbed a steep ravine. At one point I stopped Pepper; a large branch knocked down by a recent storm blocked our way. Carefully, we made our own path through the pine forest, weaving through trees and underbrush until we came to the trail on the other side of the fallen branch. The trees filtered the morning light. The trail, dimly lit, was a rich brown as it zigzagged through the trees, twisting and turning out of sight.

We turned a bend in the trail and Pepper slowed down, almost tiptoeing forward until she came to a complete stop. She stretched out her neck, pricked her ears forward and stared at two dark metal objects stuck in the dirt alongside the trail. The objects were round and very flat, suspended on long metal legs with tiny heads attached to thin floppy metal necks.

‘What the heck are they?’ I asked myself.

Pepper turned her head away from the metal decoys and stared across the trail at a huge evergreen tree shrouded in shadow. She refused to move, but stared and then suddenly snorted. At first I didn’t see anything, and then out of the shadow came the shape of a man. He sat motionless, dressed in camouflage, even his headgear blended seamlessly into the woodlands. Only his forehead, eyes and mouth were visible. He kneeled immobile as if in deep meditation while his powerful rifle neatly rested against the massive tree trunk.

Feeling like an intruder who had stupidly stumbled into a hunter’s trap, I whispered, “I didn’t realize you were here …sorry.”

“That’s ok,” he whispered back.

Pepper quietly walked by the decoys and down the path. Finally, the trail exited the woods near the pond. Sunlight reflected off the cool blue waters of the fishpond and mating birds sang louder than ever as we headed through the park on the gravel road towards home. As Pepper walked in the bright sunlight I thought, ‘I wonder if its going to rain tomorrow?’

Sources: http://www.deq.state.ms.us/MDEQ.nsf/page/Recycling_UsedMotorOil?OpenDocument; http://www.farrierfletcher.com/home_page_DIO3.html; http://www.prnewswire.com/news-releases/pennsylvanias-fall-turkey-season-includes-mentored-youth-176834931.html

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Dean Krissler – Farrier at Ballentine’s Horse Heaven

There are several farriers who come to Ballentine’s Horse Heaven. Gene Fletcher for several years was a regular. He trimmed Pepper, CJ, Jupiter, Sam and Myrtle. Unfortunately, Gene retired due to health reasons. A career as a farrier can be short or long but it is always dangerous. A farrier works on many different types of horses, some better trained than others to pick up their feet. Danger is always close at hand from a horse that easily spooks to one that kicks or bites. The farrier can be knocked over, stepped on, struck by the horse’s hoof, bite on back, neck or head; all resulting in serious injury. Besides the risk of being physically knocked over and walked on, the farrier spends long hours bent over which puts a strain on his spinal cord and joints. Truly being a farrier is not a career for the faint of heart.

Gene recommended Dean Krissler as a replacement, so Connie called him up and scheduled an appointment. Before long Dean was a regular at the stables.

Dean studied to be a farrier with John Jaros at the New England School of Horseshoeing at Tufts University, and completed the program in 1996. Then, he apprenticed to another farrier; shoeing hunt, dressage and show horses for ten years where he lived near Hyde Park and Millbrook, NY. About four years ago, he moved to a ranch a few miles from the Ballentine’s, and for the last two years has been building his farrier business.

In the early morning a couple of weeks ago, Dean turned his truck into the driveway in front of the barn. He took out his tools and Johnn brought out the horses for their trim, one at a time as I watched from the sidelines. Last time Dean came, he told Johnn that CJ had some hoof cracks which needed attention. For the past few weeks, I put a sealer on the outside of the hoof to lessen the cracking and wanted to know if it had helped.

“What causes the cracks?” I asked Dean.

“The cracks can be caused by a number of things. These are mostly due to the winter weather we’ve been having. The constant thawing and then refreezing sucks moisture out of the hoof and causes cracking, mud also dries out the hoof and causes them to crack,” he replied.

Dean trimmed Pepper’s front hoof and continued, “When the horse steps on uneven frozen ground or a rock, the hoof can crack. Pepper has a quarter crack which I’ll trim and bevel to take the pressure off the crack. That will allow the hoof to grow out without further cracking.”

“So is that the only way to get rid of the crack?” I asked.

“Trimming won’t get rid of the crack, it will reduce pressure. Basically, the hoof has to grow out. The main problem with cracks is that they can lengthen. If the crack reaches the coronary band at the top of the hoof, then you have a real problem.”

“I’ve been putting on a hoof sealant for a few weeks now. Do you think that helps?” I asked.

“The sealant helps, in between applications put on some type of hoof oil. There are a lot on the market. The products you purchase are the best oils to use since they have been tested. Although some people say they have gotten great results with used motor oil, even just baby oil.”

“I heard that you shouldn’t use any petroleum based products on the hoof.”

“That’s true but once motor oil turns black by being burned in the engine there isn’t any petroleum left and its okay to put it on the hoof. You can use a paint brush to apply the oil; just cut off the end and leave about an inch. Another thing to avoid is any product which has alcohol in it. Alcohol will also dry out the hoof.” he said returning Peppers foot to the ground. “If you really want the hooves to grow out fast feed them Biotin. Nutrition is also an important part of hoof care.”

Johnn led one horse after another in and out of the barn for their trim. CJ came out and stood in the sun while Dean trimmed the horse’s hoof.

“Do you think he’s having a hard time with the cracks because he has white hooves?” I asked.

“No, white hoof, black hoof it doesn’t matter. Some people say white hooves are softer, but I think its just because you can see the cracks better on a white hoof verses a black one.”

“That makes sense.”

After the last riding horse was trimmed, we moved out of the sun and back into the barn. The two Belgium draft horses waited in their stalls to have their feet worked on. Myrtle and Sam stood like mighty giants as we approached. As a rule, Dean doesn’t work on draft horses, but he made an exception as a favor to Johnn.

Originally bred by farmers, the Belgian horse is still used in agriculture to pull plows and wagons. They are one of the strongest breeds among the draft horses. The Belgian horse weighs approximately 2,000 pounds, compared to a riding horse which weighs in at around 1200 pounds. The average Belgian horse can pull a load of up to 8,000 pounds and work eight to ten hours a day. Their hoof is enormous and presents a difficult job for any farrier.

I looked at Dean’s shoes and asked, “Do you wear steal toed shoes when you work around horses?”

Johnn and Dean almost answered simultaneously, “No!”

They explained to me that a steel toed shoe or boot is dangerous around horses, especially really big draft horses. If the horse should step on the farrier’s foot, the steel in the toe would be crushed and literally cut off the man’s toes. The boot itself would probably be cut off in the hospital and the toes, no longer attached to their owner, would simply be poured out of the boot.

Rings are another safety issue for the farrier. A farrier never wears a ring because if a horse acts up, jumps or startles when shod, the nail can get caught under the ring causing a serious injury. Several months ago, Karen told me her jumping instructors forbid students from wearing a ring. I was beginning to understand why.

Dean began to trim Myrtle until she decided she’d had enough and reared back. Johnn and Dean calmed the horse and the farrier finished up trimming her hooves. Then it was Sam’s turn. Everything went pretty well until Sam refused to pick up his back leg and powerfully stomped down his hoof.

“I usually don’t work on draft horses. Draft horses have their own farriers,” he said.

“How is it different?” I asked.

“A draft horse farrier puts the horse in a stock and restrains the leg so the horse can’t move. These horses are so powerful, they can easily crush you. The safest way to shoe them is to put the horse in a draft horse stock.”

Every time Dean tried to pick up Sam’s back leg, the horse refused and stomped down his hoof hard to the ground. Dean decided to take Sam outside where he had more room to work on the horse. He took a lead rope and slipped it around the horse’s pastern, then pulled the rope back lifting the horse’s leg. The tricky part was grabbing the hoof which Sam did not want to have happen. It took awhile, but finally Dean was able to trim the hoof.

Truly, a farrier’s job is a difficult and dangerous one. Dean packed up his tools and headed home.

Sources: http://www.ehow.com/list_6540274_dangerous-horse-jobs.html; http://www.pamlico-nc.com/horse/articles/holdhorse.htm; http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belgian_horse; http://www.ehow.com/about_6578516_belgian-horse.html

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Sleipnir – The Eight-Legged Horse

Winter has been long and so far, spring has been cool, except for this week. The weatherman promised temperatures in the 50’s, even 60! As the thermometer climbs, everyone begins to think about the start of ‘horse season’ when the days are warm and long and the riding is easy and fun. During the long winter, I found time to read about horses. One interesting myth I came across contained an eight-legged horse. The first time I read ‘eight-legged’ I thought it might have been a misprint, but no, the horse had eight-legs and his name was Sleipnir.

Of course, you can tell I’m not up on my comic literature or I would have realized that Sleipnir was Odin’s horse. And as everyone knows Odin was Thor’s father. That’s right, Thor, the pagan god of thunder, with the winged helmet and the huge hammer.

It seems that Loki, the trickster god and shape shifter, fathered the eight-legged horse. Loki gave the grey colt to Odin as a gift. According to Comicvine, the remarkable horse grew to over 25 hands high (8’4” at the withers), weighed about 3500 pounds, ran at the speed of light, had human intelligence and could fly. In addition, Sleipnir could travel back and forth to the land of the dead. Truly, this was a remarkable steed. I’m sure that the sight of such an animal would strike fear in the hearts of mortal men and perhaps even the gods themselves. Personally, Sleipnir sounds like just too much horse for me. Can you imagine the time it would take just to clean out his hooves – all eight of them!

It makes you wonder how such an unusual horse arose in the chronicles of the ancient Norse people. David Faux wrote an interesting study based on archeology, culture, history, linguistic, and DNA evidence which theorized that around the 5th Century A.D. a migration of clansmen from the Caucasus and Central Asia settled in Norway and Sweden. These men brought with them a culture based on war faring, shipbuilding and horsemanship. In fact, horses were central to the structure of their society, arts and beliefs. Perhaps, the mythical eight-legged horse was part of the pagan beliefs which these people brought with them to Scandinavia.

Another connection to an eight-legged horse comes from the Gondi people in India. At the funeral of a Muria (distinguished man) a funeral dirge is sung which contains the following verse:

What horse is this?
It is the horse of Bagri Maro.
What should we say of its legs?
This horse has eight legs.
What should we say of its heads?
This horse has four heads. . . .
Catch the bridle and mount the horse.[1]

The verse is really a riddle: What horse is this? The answer to the riddle: The horse of Bagri Maro, in reality, is a funeral precession. The four men carrying the casket provide the four heads and eight legs referred to in the song.

It has been a long winter. Maybe winter seeds the imagination; bringing forth remarkable stories to entertain us as the dark, dismal days march past. However now that spring has finally come, I hope to spend more time outside riding and discovering some new trails through the Endless Mountains.

Happy trails to everyone!

Sources: http://www.comicvine.com/sleipnir/4005-59602/; http://marvel.wikia.com/Sleipnir_(Earth-616); http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleipnir; http://www.davidkfaux.org/CentralAsiaRootsofScandinavia-Y-DNAEvidence.pdf;

Footnote: (1) Ellis Davidson, H.R. (published 1990), Gods & Myths of Northern Europe (p. 142-143)

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How Horses Use Their Sense of Smell

Saturday turned into a warm day, a reminder of spring. I drove up to the stables and we saddled up Pepper and CJ, and then headed towards Sutliff Hill Road. At the base of the hill CJ picked up his head. He directed his ears towards a large white sign painted with thick black letters and newly hammered into the trunk of a maple tree which stood by a driveway. Immediately, he did a little hip-hop dance indicating he wasn’t going any further past the sign. I figured the best thing to do was encourage him to go up to the sign and take a good smell. That way he could familiarize himself with the object and relax. CJ balked but finally walked toward the newly painted board, and then stretched out his neck, his nostrils flared, he took a deep breath and smelled the sign. That calmed the horse. Even though he didn’t completely trust the new object tacked to the tree, he was ready to return to the road and continued our ride. I assumed that the sign frightened CJ because it was big and new. But could it be that the new paint smell caused some of his apprehension?

We rode up the street. At the top of the hill a man standing near a barn, quite a distance away, lifted a pitchfork full of hay into the air. Then, he heaved the hay into the pasture to feed his horses. CJ picked up his head, took in the smell of distant hay and quickened his pace. Unfortunately he wasn’t invited to dine. On and on we rode, occasionally CJ paused to smell a pile of horse poop at the side of the lane; maybe left by someone he knew. Briefly, I had the sensation that CJ was some kind of really big dog rather than a horse.

Perhaps when it comes to the sense of smell dogs and horses aren’t that different. Amazing as it may seem, a man named Terry Nowacki has been training police horses to track lost people and perform searches much like bloodhounds. He explains that horses can ‘air scent’; pickup a scent simply by smelling the air. Of course, horses can follow the scent by sniffing the ground too.

It may seem odd but horses have a tremendous sense of smell, far better than humans. If you look at a horse’s head, the first thing you’ll notice is the nose. The head is mostly nose and nasal passages. A horse can smell an odor in the air from a substantial distance. They use their sense of smell in many ways from predator detection to herd member recognition. Horses acknowledge each other by touching noses and taking in the scent of the other animal. This is how they greet and recognize people too.

Occasionally, when I ride in the neighborhood someone working in their yard will ask me if they can pet the horse. Before they get too close I speak to the stranger, so the horse can hear that I recognize the person as friend. And then, I tell the person to hold out their hand so the horse can smell it, just as you would when greeting a dog. During this process, I can feel the horse relax as if to say, ‘ok you can pet me now’.

A few years ago, I stood in a stall at Windy Ridge saddling a horse for my weekly lesson. Suddenly, the horse lifted his head straight up and curled his upper lip. At the time I hadn’t heard of the Flehmen response which many animals use to localize the scent of a female in heat. A mare in heat stood a few stalls away in the barn, so I assumed his weird behavior had something to do with mating rituals.

Horses perform the Flehmen response not only for breeding but also when confronted with a new or strange odor. By curling the upper lip, the animal directs the smell to the vomeronasal organ, also called Jacobson’s organ, located near the roof of their mouth. The vomeronasal organ is a chemoreceptor highly sensitive to scents and allows the horse to better analyze smells.

Truly horses are amazing creatures with highly developed sense organs. Their sight, hearing and sense of smell alert the horse to danger. As a rider it can be hard to understand what triggers a horse’s survival instinct, since at times we may not be able to hear, see or smell the threat. Possibly a good first step toward communication between horse and rider is to understand how the horse perceives his world.

Happy trails to everyone and ride safe.

Sources: Sources: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flehmen_response; http://www.dummies.com/how-to/content/understanding-a-horses-senses.html; http://horsesight.com/taste_smell.htm; http://airscentinghorse.com/home.htm

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