JUNE 23, 2010

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,
t
hen 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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