Tuesday, March 25, 2014

What a month it's been so far...

Good heavens.  I said hello to 33 earlier this month, and as a present to me, Chance gave me the ride of his life on March 1.  I took him down to the local horse show and entered him into the Amateur Reining class not expecting much.  All Winter long we have just plain struggled.  The weather has been awful, high winds, snow, freezing rain, and oh gosh, the rain.  It just poured all Winter long making it nearly impossible to work on anything with a horse with slide plates on.  Needless to say, Chance's stops were horrible, his run downs were neurotic sprints to the end of the ring followed by a buck, lead change, and a bolt.  His cued lead changes were stressing him out to the point he was missing them altogether and crashing onto his forehand.  It got so bad, I just put the Reining off to the side and went back to working on the basics.  Bending, softening, and RELAXING, which is most definitely NOT in Chance's vocabulary.

So on show day, I was expecting to be embarrassed and felt like I didn't belong in a class where people would be watching and judging us. It all ended up working out great as we whistled along and had a pretty clean run.  He executed lead changes, his stops were solid, his rollbacks were clean, there was a difference in speed for his circles, and he backed straight. 



I was on cloud nine, gathering steam for progressing in our reining training when the first of two disasters struck.

Sunday, March 2, 2014

I rode Chance lightly the following Sunday in a plain snaffle bit.  I didn't work any Reining, just more softening and bending, more or less to stretch his muscles and get him some exercise.  We got through our short ride and I put him in his stall to eat his dinner.  I grabbed up another horse that I am working with and rode him for the next hour or so.  On the way to put the second horse up, Chance hollered at me like he was hungry.  I checked his stall to be sure he had been given his hay and grain, which he had, but wasn't eating.  Scratching my head, I started looking around for what the problem was.  I checked his face and neck for swelling and didn't find anything.  I went to put my hand on his mouth to move his front end away from me so I could check the other side of him when I felt the problem.  My hand came away bloody. 

I opened his lips to see if he had scratched himself somewhere and blood poured out of his mouth.  That is beyond my expertise, so it was time to call the vet.

My vet came out and opened up Chance's mouth.  The source of the bleeding was a tongue laceration caused by a barb on one of his teeth.  We floated his teeth and let him rest.  For the next two weeks, I only got to ride twice and did so both times in his rope halter to keep his tongue safe.

Blood on Chance's lips





Tuesday, March 18, 2014

I get a call from Dana.  The barn owner called him and told him Chance wasn't eating his grain again.  I had to work, so I left the house early to go and check on Chance.  My first thought was his tongue was bothering him, so when I got there, I tried to halter him so I could look him over.  Every time I tried to tighten the throat latch, Chance raised his head and his eyes bulged.  Ok, he is indicating pain.  I don't see anything strange so I started feeling around his head.  When I got to the bottom of his jaw, I felt a huge swelling beginning to emerge.  It was kind of like he had swallowed a baseball.  My first thought was, strangles.

I called my vet again.  He came out to look at him and he confirmed he also thought it was strangles. He was running a fever of 102.  My vet took a nasal culture and injected Chance with antibiotics.  He left me with banamine to give Chance some relief so he could eat.

Over the course of the next several days, the swelling became more and more localized, and much larger.  It got so big that Chance started losing his hair and the skin underneath became necrotic.  The smell, oh goodness, that smell was horrible.  My vet came back out twice more before he felt like he could lance it.  When he did, it was horrendous.  I have never, in my 29 years of dealing with horses, EVER seen or smelled anything like what was coming out of Chance.

The prescribed course of treatment is to cold water rinse the wound, followed by several flushes of hydrogen peroxide twice daily.  I then apply a thick, clean piece of gauze to the wound and put a full face flymask over the top of that to keep the dirt and insects out.

At this point, we are sure it isn't strangles, but maybe some kind of insect/snake bite or puncture wound.  I hopefully will know more this morning as my vet took a culture of what came out of the wound when he opened it.

Hole under Chance's jaw where the vet lanced the swelling.  You can see the loss of hair, the necrotic skin surrounding it, and the inflamed living tissue around that.

I am hoping this horrible month is now getting behind us and we can get Chance healthy and back to normal.  I am exhausted and I know Chance has to be as well.


Monday, March 24, 2014

Smokin Smart Leo

Smokin Smart Leo
"Jax"
2011 American Quarter Horse Mare
I purchased Jax when she was a tiny 4 months old.  Actually, she wasn't tiny at all.  She was broader and taller than the other weanlings her age.  I was drawn to Jax sight unseen because she has all the greatest names in Quarter Horses listed in her breeding:  Smart Chic Olena, Mr San Peppy, The Ole Man, Colonel Freckles, Leo, and Poco.  The breeder I got her from said, "If she wont work a cow, I don't know what will!"  He then asked me what my plans were for her and I told him reining.  Mind you, I wasn't reining Chance at the time, the word reining just fell from my lips like fate had put them there.

Jax as a 4 month old

Just like that, Jax came home with me and it has been a love affair since.  She is absolutely the bossiest, pushiest, smartest baby I have ever met.  She has fire in her belly and a mind that was made up before she was born and I LOVE that about her.  I have just started her green breaking and she has been a super nice ride so far, despite inconsistencies in her work schedule.












Sunday, March 23, 2014

Mr. Mighty Bandit

Mr. Mighty Bandit
"Chance"
2002 American Quarter Horse
Chance is without a doubt, the most powerful earthly thing in my life.  I bought him as a yearling that no one else wanted because I saw a spark of life in him so utterly breathtaking that I couldn't leave him behind.

I met Chance in May of 2003 just before I got out of the Navy.  I was kind of in the market for a new horse as my EAOS was drawing near and a return home meant a return to the saddle.  What I wanted was a huge baby that would make a Hunter prospect, what I got was a tiny yearling who was nowhere near Hunter potential.  I am not sure what happened, aside from watching the little guy run into the pasture with the other babies and I fell in love immediately.  A few passing jokes later, I rolled off that farm with my fiery red little bay baby.

Chance - May 2003 as a yearling
Though no one else had any enthusiasm for him, I did.  As we began working together during his breaking, he showed me more guts, more bravery, and more try than just about any horse I had ever worked with.  He blew through his training and did so with smarts.

Because I was still stuck on wanting that Hunter, I did break him Hunt Seat.  His girth area was so small, that I had to attach the saddle by buckling the girth to my stirrup leathers.  It was silly to look at, but it worked.  On the very first ride we had together, we spent about a half an hour in the round pen, got bored and went for our first trail ride all by ourselves.  That was the way it started and that's the way it has been for the last 11 years.  That little colt that no one wanted was better than gold.

Several years later, I decided that because Chance had such a great talent for flying lead changes, that we would try training for Pole Bending.  That was also hilarious, but it was fun and he was actually kind of good at it.  I also tried my hand at teaching him a little bit of western pleasure, jousting, hunter on the flat, endurance, cow work, trail, you name it.  He literally is my jack of all trades horse.



Waiting to go into our Western Pleasure class- 2012

Photograph taken by Jarrett Bradshaw

Trail Ride at Latta Plantation

Chance as a stallion, 2011


This boy always knows how to find a good time in his chores!
Perspective!  Chance is the little one!  HA!
Chance doing what he does best...PATTERN work.  He's a tough critter to beat in Equitation.
And turn right back around in the same day and do Western Pleasure.

Brand new reining saddle, just after I made up my mind to actively pursue reining.







I got serious about my reining in 2013.  In another blog, I will tell you the steps I took to get as far as I did, but in August of that year, I went to my first NRHA show.  Ever since then, I have been on fire for it.  I soak up everything I can and stay committed with the knowledge that every step is a little higher than the one before it.  We are a little better and a little faster every time we go and I know, we are really going to get there and we are really doing this together.














An Introduction

I have never done a blog before, at least not one for something so personal to me as my riding and goals for my horsemanship.  I am starting one now mostly because I believe I am living an exciting part of my life.  For the first time in my life, I have the courage to live out loud.

This blog will mainly cover my Reining journey.  The horses that I will talk the most about are Mr. Mighty Bandit (Chance) and Smokin Smart Leo (Jax).  Chance is my go-to, my number one, my team mate, my partner, my best friend.  He is a confidence builder and a fighter, always up for the challenge.  Jax is my three year old filly.  I was lucky to steal her at a rock bottom price at 4 months old.  Both horses are going in the Reining direction.  Chance is already there and doing well despite the fact that I am his teacher and have blaring deficiencies in my abilities as I learn.  He literally has the patience of Job with me.  Jax is just beginning her green training, so maybe I will be a little more prepared to teach her the right way the first time and really go a lot further with her in my Reining endeavors.

Firstly, a little about me.  I have been riding my entire life.  I have an extensive background in riding Hunt Seat.  Hunt Seat was, is, and will always be one of my greatest passions.  When done correctly, it alone has the ability to fine tune a horse and rider like no other discipline.  All of the great roots in any discipline are best served by having the ability to ride Hunt Seat horses.  I will die believing that.

Freckles Cojo (Shelton) and I
Appendix Quarter Horse
May 2002
Reining for me began as a pipe dream in 2002 after I bought Chance.  I used to love to watch him play as a yearling, sliding in his stops, rolling back on the fence line and switching leads all by himself.  I used to think to myself, "yeah right, you wouldn't know where to begin."  Well, I was right back then, I didn't know where to begin, but NOW, at least I know where to look.

I attended my first NRHA show in August of 2013 with Chance and while we are a LONG way from where a finished Reining horse should be, we had a great show and I was proud of the hard work he and I did.  In his first class, he scored a 67 &1/2, which was absolutely phenomenal in my mind where we could have scored a 60 or worse, a 0.  The second class he did, we scored a 65, but we went home with our heads held high, having learned a lot and we met a lot of really nice people.

First Reining Show
VRHA Slide Into Summer
August 2-4 2013
So this blog is an attempt to document this journey and hopefully it will serve to inspire others to chase their dreams as well.