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SADLE UP -- LET’S RIDE!
a.k.a. FOLLOW THE TRAIL OF THE COWBOYS
Ya' know it's hard to express in a poem, the emotions
that come to a man,
when your pony you straddle, sittin' tall in the
saddle,
and you take up the reins in your hands.
You connect with your old childhood heroes; you
commune with the earth and the sky, time seems to
stand still; yea it's more than a thrill,
it can bring a tear to your eye.
'Cause you know then what's really
important, and you're right where your wantin' to be,
when you ride out alone, the whole World is your home,
and your spirit soars high and flies free.
So if you're headin' the call to adventure, and
you're able to follow my lead, then go
saddle your horse, and ride the one sure-fire course,
that takes you to what you most need.
Go follow the trail of the cowboys, and the others
who rode out before, with a good horse
beat ya', your cares can’t defeat ya',
and like an eagle your spirit will soar!
by Don West
Saddle up. Let's ride! Happy trails!
Don West
Over my seventy years of living
and learning, at one time or another, I’ve participated
in, and often taught, just about every kind of outdoor
recreational activity there is. I’ve been a hiker, a
biker, a camper, a rock climber, a caver, a mountain
climber, a kayaker, a river rafter, a skier, and ski
mountaineer. I’ve made long trips on motorcycles,
bicycles, canoes, and across the Pacific in a forty foot
long sail boat. But horseback riding, especially trail
riding and low-impact horse camping (traveling with my
horse and dog through the wilderness without a pack
horse), has proven to be the most rewarding, satisfying,
inspiring, and even mystifying form of recreational
pursuit I have ever pursued.
For those of us who must heed the
call to adventure, the relationship between man and horse
cannot be duplicated: not by a man on a boat, a man on a
bike, a man on skis, or a man on any mechanically powered
machine can the magic of this partnership be matched. When
adequately mastered, the relationship between human and
equine becomes a true symbiotic partnering, a graceful
dance done by two amazing, but dramatically different life
forms, with the man gently leading, and the horse
willingly following each request, performing the dance
together, without resistance, joined in an embrace of
perfect balance and harmony. To those few individuals who
have perfected the art of horsemanship to this level,
riding is more than a sport. It moves into the realm of an
elating out-of- body experience, elevating the rider’s
spirit to heights of transcendent ecstasy. It is Nirvana.
It is Heaven on Earth!
Many of you who are reading this
are familiar with the quote: “The outside of a horse is
good for the inside of a man.” Easy enough to say, but
just what does it really mean? Our artificial society has
not only given us a fragile false sense of security from
the inescapable impermanence of our fleeting temporary
existence, it has insulated us from the reality of our
interdependence and inner-connectedness with all our
fellow living creatures. Bound together, as we actually
are, as a complex living organism, and stranded here on
the surface of this little speck of dust we call “Mother
Earth”, drifting on an uncharted course in an unimaginably
large, and mostly empty and lifeless universe, today, many
people feel the shallow emptiness of the artificial
manmade environment we humans have created for ourselves.
Deep down inside they feel the need for reconnecting with
our true nature. They need recreation, or more accurately
re-creation. For some of us, the vehicle that carries us
to this reunion with our genuine selves is “equis”…the
horse.
At West Gait Equine Learning
Center, nestled close-by the towering
rim rock walls of
the West entrance to the Colorado National Monument, I am
offering an unusual opportunity for those kindred spirits
who feel the need to get their hands on horses. Over the
past twenty years, many have come here to fulfill their
fantasy and experience the happiness and healing that
comes with handling and riding horses. With my “beautiful
to behold, smooth to ride, and easy to handle”, home bred
and raised, Paso Pleasure Horses being the teachers, and
me, a professional horseman and teacher acting as their
“equine success coach”, my students learn hands-on what I
call “Horse Handling-Horse Sense”, “Sit-Down Equitation”,
and “Synergistic-Synchronistic Riding”.
Acquiring
the necessary knowledge required to ride a horse is no
harder than knowing how to drive a stick shift car. But
mastering those skills to a level that allows you to
safely head out on the trail takes time and commitment.
Repetition is the Mother of skill, but only if it’s right
repetition! And, because horses are big, strong, and
easily frightened, without the proper instruction and the
watchful guidance of someone who has already mastered
those skills, horseback riding can be dangerous, even
deadly. I have three main rules that I follow, and enforce
on my students while they are working with me and my
horses:
1.
We don’t get hurt.
2.
My horses don’t get hurt, and
3.
We’re having fun!
If you are one of those special
people who have always loved horses, and felt yourself
drawn to horses, but haven’t had the time or opportunity
to fulfill that desire, or if you rode horses when you
were young, but haven’t been able to ride for quite a
while, don’t give up on your dream. You were “Born to
Ride”. Whether you have come to realize this or not, now
is the only time you’ve got! So don’t wait.
Just do it!
Make up your mind, pump up your courage, claim your
power, and overcome your fears, take appropriate action,
and walk you’re talk! (I guess I should have actually said
“ride your ride”). But, by all means, do it the right way.
Don’t just go out and buy a horse, jump on it, and start
to ride. That’s a sure-fired recipe for a quick trip to
the hospital…and your horse day dream will have become an
overnight night mare.
Just like us, horses are living,
breathing mammals. Humans, of course, are predators,
hunters… killers. Anyone who watches the news knows that!
Horses, on the other hand, are herd animals. They like to
hang out together and look out for each other. But, they
aren’t as smart as humans. That’s why they carry us
instead of the other way around. They are, and have always
been, prey (food) for various carnivorous, like us, for
example. Consequently, it’s wired into their genes to run
away from anything that seems frightening or suspicious to
them. Horses, living in a herd, depend on the herd leaders
to let them know when they can relax, or when they should
run. In order to be safe when working with horses we must
first convince them that we don’t want to eat them (win
their trust), and then, we must convince them that we are
above them on the pecking order and will tell them when
they should be scared, and when they should run.
Unfortunately, these days there
aren’t many folks left around who know enough about horses
to understand the fact that we can learn how to think like
a horse, but a horse can’t learn to think like us. In this
relationship, if it is going to work right, we have to be
the brains, and let the horse be the brawn. It just
doesn’t work the other way around. Most horses that end up
labeled “bad horses” are the unfortunate results of bad
horse trainers; horse mechanics that have no “horse
handling-horse sense”. After all, horse sense is just
common sense, but these days not many folks have much
common sense! Using my straight forward, easy to
understand methods, my students learn to use patience and
perseverance instead of pain and punishment, and finesse
instead of force to train the horse. Applying my methods,
they can experience the joy that comes from feeling that
the horse, their dance partner, is enjoying the experience
as much as they, the rider, are.
Take my advice. You don’t have to
learn in the school of hard knocks, through the seat of
your pants, like I did when I was a kid. You’re (probably)
no kid now, anyway. And that learning method’s not the
easiest on your body either. Do it the right way…the smart
way. Take
lessons from someone who will teach you step by step,
moving you toward mastery as you’re ready, step by step,
following the rules I’ve just given you above. Remember,
knowledge and mastery are not the same thing. So acquire
your knowledge, and perfect your skills under the guidance
of a riding master…me. Old Chinese saying: “When the
student is ready, the master appears. When the master is
ready, the students appear. Well, I’ve retired myself from
traveling to horse fairs and expos as a speaker/clinician.
Now I’m spending my time working with local “learners”
here in the Grand Valley. Want to learn? I’m ready to
teach you. But, I’m not getting any younger, so don’t wait
too long. Just remember, spending money on riding lessons
with me is much cheaper, and a lot more fun, than spending
money on Doctors and Hospitals.
We are blessed to live in a part
of the World that is surrounded by an unbelievable array
of spectacularly scenic beauty, land that lends it’s self
perfectly to being observed from horseback. Experiencing
close up and personal our interconnectedness with the
natural environment that comes from immersing yourself in
the surroundings from the back of your horse is an
experience without equal. But only when you have acquired
the knowledge and mastered the necessary skills required
to communicate directly and clearly with your horse, so
that your horse understands that you are in charge, the
benevolent master, and he can relax and be secure in your
hands, your willing servant, ready to do your bidding, can
you fully enjoy the experience without the distraction
that comes from the anxiety of not feeling that you are
actually leading this dance. O.K. Want to learn how to
dance with horses? Come see me, Don West, and my smooth
riding, naturally gaited Paso Pleasure Horses, and let me
get you started out right on the path toward this
challenge that will lead you to a most rewarding
discovery. “Saddle up. Let’s Ride! Don West
November 28, 2009
Dear horse happy friends,
"Howdy" to all of you
buckaroos and baccarats out there, from Maria and me at
West Gait Equine Learning Center, the home of the World
famous Paso Pleasure, naturally gaited trail horses, here
in wonderful Western Colorado. Over the past few years the
trails around here, the ones that I've had all to myself
for years and years, seem to have been "discovered". On
any weekend the horse parking lots at the trailheads are
filled up and overflowing with big fancy new horse haulin'
rigs! Seems like I'm seein' a lot more inexperienced
riders out on the trail these days, too. That's great, of
course, but the way some of these folks are handling their
horses makes me doubtful for their long term success, and
a little nervous about their safety. So, let an old hand
pass along a few key concepts and training tips in hopes
that they might help a few of you new trail riders build a more synergistic-synchronistic relationship
with your horse; one in which you and your horse partner are
working in balance and harmony, where you are the benevolent
master and your horse is your happy, willing servant, and
where you don't get hurt, your horse doesn't get hurt, and
you're havin' fun! That's my goal, and I'd bet it's your
goal, too.
Once you master
the basic principles that I call Horse Handling Horse
Sense, you and your paso or naturally gaited horse will
dance down the trail to the syncopated rhythm of those
paca paca hoof beats,
you and your happy horse totally tuned-in to each other,
in balance and harmony!
First and foremost remember that a comfortable
horse is a happy horse, and a happy horse makes for a
happy rider.
On the other hand, an uncomfortable horse is an unhappy
horse, and an uncomfortable horse can soon make for an
uncomfortable rider. When a horse gets nervous, the flight
instinct starts to kick in and take over, and that soon
makes for an unhappy rider.
Knowing its place in the pecking order, and knowing
that someone above it in that pecking order is in charge, makes a
horse comfortable.
Not knowing where it fits, or who is in charge, makes a horse uncomfortable.
If a horse doesn't feel like someone above them on the
pecking order is looking out for what to a horse spells
danger, they feel like they have to look out for
themselves. What they do when they are scared can get a
rider in big trouble real quick. An insecure, nervous
horse between your legs spells danger for the rider.
That's when things can turn to horse picky real quick. To
avoid that you need to establish and maintain a
relationship in which the horse recognizes you as above it
on the pecking order…in other words, you're in charge.
In the relationship
between horse and man, you are (supposed to be) the
brains, and the horse is the brawn. Even though you are a
team, to be safe you must be the master, and your horse
must be your servant. Still, at the same time, you want
your horse to be your friend. You want to feel like your
horse is enjoying being ridden by you. You want your horse
to be your willing servant, so that you can be a
benevolent master. To achieve that, whenever possible use
finesse instead of force, and patience and perseverance
instead of pain and punishment while teaching your horse
with your Horse Handling- Horse Sense magic
touch.
Keep in mind, horses are dynamic, not
static. From a human point of view, they are always getting better...or worse. Your
job, as a rider-trainer, is to make sure that your horse gets better
with each contact you have with it. That
means that you have to really ride your horse, not just
sit on your horse. Remember, if you’re a
rider, you’re a trainer, and as long as you are with your
horse you are always training, weather you know it or
not. Every time you touch your horse –
you teach your horse. Every time you rein your horse – you
train your horse.
With horses, repetition is the mother of skill, but
only if it is right repetition. You can learn to think like a
horse, but a horse can’t learn to think like you. Your job
(as a rider-trainer) isn’t to make your horse the best –
it’s to make the best of your horse. To do that you have
to pay attention, and ride your horse the way you drive
your car, not as though you are a passenger in the car.
What is a "good horse"? The right horse is the
light horse. And light hands make a light horse. Start with
whatever force it takes to get the horse to give to your
aids: your hands, seat, legs, balance (weight), and voice.
Then, as the horse responds, back off, and use less and
less pressure. That is the horse's reward for good
behavior! Fear and frustration are the horseman's two
worst enemies. Fear makes a person shut down and not
respond correctly. Frustration makes a person overreact. Neither you nor your horse can learn when you
are scared, nervous, or angry. So, keep yourself, and your horse
comfortable. As much as possible, reward good behavior,
and
ignore “bad” behavior. Keep your training sessions short
at first.
Don't push your horse to the point of frustration, or
worse yet, anger. It’s always better to do too little than too much.
Don't put an artificial time table on your training goals.
You always have tomorrow. And, never get into
a fight with your horse that you can’t win. The idea is to
have the horse think that you are stronger than him (or
her), so don't let your ego get you into a situation that
ends up showing the horse otherwise. And always end
each session on a good note!
If you will follow these
few simple Horse-Handling Horse-Sense rules you will become a
real "horseman". Remember my
definition of success: " You don’t get hurt, your horse
doesn’t get hurt, and you’re having fun!" The real joy of
riding comes when your having fun, and your horse is
having fun too! So, don’t forget that. Be careful out
there, but don’t be too serious, too soft, or too sour. May you
always ride a good horse – and may you always ride him (or
her) well. Saddle Up – Let’s Ride!
Happy trails, Don West
March 15, 2009
I'm sitting at the computer, looking out the window. One
of my fifteen Paso Pleasure Horses, "Dancer", is banging
on a feeder. He's got a real steady rhythm going. Maybe
he's going to provide the music for the others to start
a dance. I'd like to be out there with them, going
riding. But, at least for a few more weeks, that cannot
be. You see, last week I went into the hospital and had
my prostate reamed out, the remedy for TB (tiny bladder)
another of the almost inevitable afflictions that come
to men in the process of getting old. So, for the
moment, I am practicing patience, but I 'm not sitting
easy. Good thing that the weather isn't very pretty. If
it was, I'd really be going crazy.
It's been a long, hard winter here at West Gait Equine
Learning Center. We've had more snow this year than
we've had in the past seventeen years that we've been
living here. Maria hasn't been feeling well since she
did a ten day hitch in the hospital back in late August,
and so I've been hanging around the cabin, keeping an
eye on her, doing the shopping and housekeeping chores,
and feeding the horses, dogs, cats, and fish. The
result? Well, for one thing, I've watched more TV this
winter than in the past ten years put together. Now, as
the days are getting longer, I'm ready for Spring!
As I mentioned, we still have fifteen of our own home
bred Paso Pleasure Horses (see my horses for sale list).
Last Fall we sold off all of our remaining pure blood,
registered Peruvian Paso
mares, except for Maria's palomino mare, Fantasia, who I
had bred to Big Red, right before we had him gelded for
his new owner. We were really looking forward to her having one
more foal for us, but a few months ago she
aborted; a chestnut colt. It's interesting how I first
realized the mare was about to abort. When I went out in
the morning to do the first feeding, while I was still a
long way from the front paddock, I smelt something
"dead" in the wind. My mind immediately turned to the
mare. I expected to see the foal lying somewhere on the
ground. But no, it was still inside her, with only a
little bit of a bubble of the placenta showing. Of
course I rushed her right over to the vet, but I knew
that the foal was dead (remember, the smell), and she
couldn't shed it, so we had to pull it out. So, no foals
for us this Spring. And, no more foals for us ever.
Thirty years of looking forward to bringing horsey
babies into the World, coming along with the warmer
weather, has come to an end...forever. It has been a
labor of love, and if the results are to be judged by
the quality of the product produced, it's been a great
success. But, it's also been a great financial failure,
and an expense that we can no longer sustain.
Our hay price has gone from $3.00 per bale, delivered
and stacked, last year, to $6.50 a bale; and that's if you come
and get it. Given the price of gas, that probably adds
another fifty cents to each bale. How's the hay price in
your area? What ever it is, I doubt that we can expect
to see it get better given the state of our economy.
January 1, 2008 This morning, I
woke up and looked at my watch in udder disbelief. It
wasn't the time of day that jarred my senses...it was
the date! Can it really be? Are we really already into
the month of January? This past year hasn't flown by.
"Flown" wouldn't even begin to be the right description. No, this
past year just sort of sneaked by, almost without being noticed.
Like a ghost that comes in the night when you are
sleeping and is gone as soon as you open your eyes, this
year has slipped by me, almost without me noticing.
And yet, as I look back and try to remember various
individual events that punctuated my planning calendar,
I realize that many significant changes took place this
year that will have a profound effect on my life for
years to come, and influence the next segment of my
life's journey.
It has been a year
of giving up on old goals and ambitions, letting go of
the old game plans, coming to grips with and adapting to
new circumstances, and accepting a new reality.
Tomorrow the horse
transport people will come here and pick up my last
three Peruvian Paso mares. They will take them to their
new home in Wisconsin. When they are gone, for the first
time in twenty seven years I will own no Peruvian
Paso horses. Their departure will end my thirty plus
year career as a professional Peruvian Paso horse breeder. I will not
cry when they leave. In fact, I will feel relieved. The
mares are going to a good, loving home. And, they will
be staying together. That is good for them, because they
have lived together all their lives, and are such good
friends. On top of that, they are going to be with one
of their sisters who I sold to the same folks a few
years ago.
I have been working my
way out of the "horse breeding business" for a few years
now. Tomorrow, that goal will finally be met, and become
a reality. I am no longer a "horse breeder". That
portion of my career as a professional horseman is over
and done with. I am sad, of course. I will miss my
wonderful stallion, "Big Red", and the spring time, when
the foals hit the ground. But, I am glad, too. Given the
nationwide state of the pleasure horse market today,
this is probably the best I could have hoped for, for
me, and for my beloved horses. And, I still have sixteen
Paso Pleasure Horses, the offspring of these and other
Peruvian Paso mares that I have already relocated into
new homes, here at West Gait Equine Learning Center to
keep me, and my "Come Ride With Me!" students busy for
years to come. So, what
now? Well, I still have a few years left as "an equine success
coach" before it is time for me to hang up my
cowboy hat, and
really retire. My hope is that this year I will have
many people "Come Ride With Me" in my Training and Trail
Riding Intensive here at West Gait. If you are
interested, please, look up my website
www.donwest.net,
and click on the Latest News Bottom. Happy holidays, and
Happy Trails, Your amigo in horses, Don
West
Every
day, when I'm at home, part of my daily routine is to take
the dogs for their walk down to the river. We have a
standard, circular route that we travel; one that we have
walked together so often that it has become a well worn
trail, our private path through the sage brush, rabbit
bush, prickly pear cactus, salt bush, and the vast array
of desert wildflowers that bloom in profusion at their
appropriate times during the spring and summer seasons, giving the
broad, open landscape an ever changing pastoral hue, noticeable
even to the eye of the most casual observer. By
repeating this journey so often over the fifteen years
that we have lived here, I have become intimately
acquainted with even the smallest, least conspicuous
grasses and wild flowers, those that come and go, year by year,
without the approval or recognition of the general populous,
marking their own time and keeping their own council.
Some, I now know by name. But many have become my
friends without revealing their human given identity. I
like them all the better that way. So often we just
name things so that we can comfortably dismiss them, and, that way, do
not have to really get to know them, and can dismiss them categorically,
out of hand...out of mind. There
are only two large plants that grow along my path: two mammoth,
ancient cottonwood trees. I presume they are husband and
wife. They stand side by side in the moist bottom land
along the river's edge, a protected little flood plane
enclave that's hemmed in on three sides by the steep alluvial river
bank, almost a vertical cliff actually, about eighty feet
high. I often sit at its edge, taking in the quiet
scene below, looking up and down the river as my dogs
take their turn coming up to me and getting their special hugs,
scratches, and strokes. Usually, we turn west there and
follow the path that runs along the top of this
ridge. At this time of the year, the stunted tops of
these two grand old behemoths are covered by a lush green
canopy that mimics the height of the escarpment I stand
on, their growth halted by the powerful winds that
occasionally blow across the
open land, uninterrupted. Upon
occasion, when the spirit moves me, I take a longer side
trail, around and down, that brings me under the roof of these massive
old-timers. Viewed from above, in full leaf, these stately
trees
look serene and free from strife, only slightly agitated,
on occasion, by the breeze. But viewed
from their base they reveal their true life stories,
telling a tale of the violent storms they've weathered,
sicknesses they've endured, and their major appendages
that have been broken or lost. Just standing below them in the
shaded helter-skelter rubble of their huge dead limbs, some
lying rotting on the ground, and others carelessly propped
against the huge trunks, or still dangling lifelessly from
the branches they broke from, gives the observer a sense of their
determination to endure their trials through time;
those they now so majestically bear witness to. Eagles,
both bald and golden, and herons too use the tops of these
tall sentinels as a vantage point, or a place to rest.
Sometimes I am able to walk up close on them, we being almost
at eye level, to where I could count the feathers on their
wings. Sometimes, if I get too close, they take flight,
slowly, deliberately, seeming more annoyed than alarmed. But sometimes,
under the same conditions, they are apparently feeling
more lazy (or trusting), and simply watch me as I go by, a
temporary, harmless intruder on their tree top turf. It
gives me great satisfaction to know that they see me as no
threat. My only fear is that they will confuse me
with other men. My
cottonwood friends talk to me. They tell me of the
seasons just as surely as the calendar that hangs on my
wall. In the winter their branches are bare, their twigs
empty, with only the shinny, sticky buds at their ends
giving a hint of the exuberant life that lies dormant
within, awaiting the warmth of longer days and stronger sun to
prompt them to burst fourth, revealing the new growth of
leaf or flower that they have held onto and protected
through the cold months, so tightly. In the spring I watch
as their leaves unfold and grow to full size, shiny and
dark on the top, lighter and dull on the bottom.
Suspended, as they are, at the end of flattened petioles,
these leaves shake back and forth in the wind, making a
rattling sound that can make me shiver, even on the
warmest days. Today
we witnessed the first yellow leaves on these season forecasters, scattered
here and there among the top most canopy, harbingers
of the full array of fall colors that are soon to
luxuriate the shorter, cooler days that fall is sure to
bring. If I had to pick, I guess I'd say that fall is my
favorite season. It always feels like the reward
that finally comes for enduring the disempowering heat of
summer that always seems to go on, and on forever, wearing
out my patience, and sapping my energy. Yes, I love
fall. Even though the bright red and yellow colors
are the result of a dying process, they seem to be so
glorious in death that they fortify my heart against the
cold of winter that I know must come. This is a good
season to go out and ride your horse. So, saddle up.
Let's ride!
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