Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Discouraged? Remember what is truly important. Steve Jobs, Standford Address

"Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything--all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure--these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart."

"No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away."

"Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma--which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary."

Thanks to Standford University's YouTube Channel.

Note to reader of my blog: Your dreams haven't passed you by. Take the time to examine them, and your deepest heart. Only you can decide when you need to make a significant change in your life. Sometimes that means adaptation, or making peace with where you are, or making a significant change for the better. Find the courage in yourself to make choices. Not making a choice is not an option. JW

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Friday, August 12, 2011

What is the HSUS up to now?

I encourage you to read the article at this link about the BLM and HSUS.


View from
the Range
By Jesse R. Bussard
August 2011 www.tackntogs.com 27
Jesse R. Bussard is a Pennsylvania cowgirl with a degree
from Pennsylvania State University in animal science.
Currently she is pursuing graduate studies in plant and soil
science at the University of Kentucky in Lexington, Ky. She
is an active advocate for agriculture through social media
and her personal blog, Pearl Snaps’ Ponderings (http://pearlsnapsponderings.

Too good to be true?

The Humane Society of the United States (HSUS), the
largest and richest animal rights organization in the
world, recently released a report to the U.S. Bureau of Land
Management (BLM) Wild Horse and Burro Program calling
for a revision of its standard operating procedures to make
mustang gathers more humane and provide more transparent
coverage of roundups.

Though most times proposals like this
sound all well and good to the general bystander,
more times than not animal rights
groups have an ulterior motive. What does
HSUS have hiding up its sleeve with this

Currently the BLM manages an approximate
38,500 wild horses and burros on federal
rangelands covering 10 Western states.
BLM is responsible for not only management
of the range where the mustang herds
reside but also maintaining a sustainable
population of wild horses and burros. Currently
these populations of wild horses and
burros are at unsustainable levels on many
ranges and therefore require some form of population control.
If not controlled, populations could reach levels that
would not be able to be maintained on the current amounts
of rangeland available, leading to starvation, disease, and
increased environmental degradation from overgrazing of

In the report, HSUS calls for installation of real-time cameras
on helicopters, traps, corrals, and holding facilities to
allow BLM offi cials and others to be able to better directly
observe gatherings and also act as an evaluation tool to improving
existing operating procedures. These video cameras
would also increase transparency to the public by providing
remote live-streaming video available online. In addition
to improved transparency, HSUS would also like to see the
BLM establish basic minimum standards for conducting
gather operations.

I can agree with HSUS on its first two requests of BLM.
Both are reasonable suggestions and issues that BLM cur-
rently does need to address. Where I become skeptical is on
the third recommendation. HSUS strongly recommends that
BLM work in partnership with them to conduct their Capture,
Treat, and Release programs to inoculate the appropriate ratios
of mares in wild horse and burro herds at the most effective
time of the year, thereby optimizing to the greatest extent
possible the benefi ts of using the contraceptive
vaccine Porcine Zona Pellucida (PZP) as a method
of population control.

Here’s where things get real interesting (wait
for it)…the patent holder of the PZP vaccine is
none other than HSUS.

This all leads me to wonder if the true motive
and intent behind HSUS’s report to BLM is
none other than that of profit. One dose of PZP
can run as high as $500. To vaccinate just 20,000
horses would require a whopping $10 million of
taxpayer dollars. Is this really a wise use of our
money? Surely there are other alternatives for
population control that the BLM might consider
such as alternative contraceptives, predator
management, spaying, and/or gelding.

The last thing our government needs to be doing is funding
the lobbying efforts of an animal righs group.

Currently, the BLM is also reviewing another report of the
agency’s wild horse and burro program conducted by the National
Academy of Sciences/National Research Council (NAS/
NRC). NAS/NRC is a non-profit group that advises government
agencies on scientific issues. I would hope that BLM will take
all commentary and options into consideration and not jump
on the HSUS bandwagon just yet.

Sometime the offer really can be too good to be true.

Saturday, July 23, 2011


A truly fabulous photo shoot, including some stills, of the elegant and powerful Lusitano horse.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Brent Graef on Energy, Intent, and FEEL

Glad to see there is so much interest in a discussion of "energy, intent, and feel".  It's nice to know there are so many folks who are wanting to take their horsemanship to a deeper place.

Figuring out how to use your energy in a productive manner takes a lot of work.  It's a very deep subject, and one that is hard to teach, because you can't see it.  But you can feel it... and so can the horses.Learning how to channel your energy is difficult... but such an integral part of fine horsemanship.

Most people would say that I'm very good at using my energy.... with horses or people.  (It's much easier for me with horses.)In my mind, I am merely beginning to scratch the surface.

To me, it's not about where I place my body when working on the ground, or which direction my toes are pointing.  It's not about cues or release.  It's not about claiming space that the horse occupies.  When riding, it's not about where I look or what game I'm playing in my head.

It goes much deeper than that!  Tom Dorrance talked about "horsemanship can be so deep that it's almost spiritual".  I'm beginning to get a glimpse of what I think he meant by that.

I'm not "making" the horse do whatever I'm wanting him to do.  I'm not really even "asking" the horse to do it.

"We" are doing it. I figure that as soon as I take the lead rope, we are one animal.  As soon as I step into the stirrup, we are one animal.  "We" are doing this together,

Just because a horse knows what you want him to do, doesn't mean he'll do it immediately.  I like Bill Dorrance's words "I like to try to make the right thing OBVIOUS."I try to see if I'm blocking the horse, then get out of his way... open the door so he can find his way through more easily.

This is very difficult to put into words... especially in writing!Much easier to show in person.  Sometimes at our Young Horse Class, we'll spend extra time trying to help folks understand working with energy after class at our home.  You can't see it, but you can sure feel it... down the lead rope or the reins, or in the air.  It takes a lot of effort, a lot of sensitivity.

"Intent"  -- is much more than just "I'm going to get my horse to do this thing".  Whether by thinking it in words or pictures, or by playing little games in your head.  YES we need to be VERY clear in our mind what it is we are going to be doing with our horse... but it goes MUCH deeper than that!

"Feel"  --  is much more than just the touch on the lead, reins, etc.  It goes WAY deeper.

This horsemanship journey we are on is a very personal journey... it can go as deep as you want to take it.  Or it can be as shallow as you want it to be.  It's your journey.

I've had some glimpses of what can be, and am working toward getting there consistently. I try to open some of those doors to help folks see the possibilities.  It takes a lot of work... a lot of inner peace... before you can really start.
Hopefully some of ya'll that are interested in going deeper will be at a clinic with me this summer.  We can do some hands-on, and go to some much deeper conversations after class.

I'll be looking forward to it!

For the horse,

Brent Graef

BUCK Award winning movie at Sun Dance Festival

Click on this link: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Buck-The-Film/175055519187765?sk=app_173693799353052

to find out how to request your local theater's showing of the movie BUCK !

Fabulous movie for the whole family. It touches on more than horse training, but becoming a better person, a better parent and friend.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

A Special Morgan Horse

by Julie Williams

A Special Morgan Horse

There's a funny thing about endings--they set the stage for something new. Just when I thought I had nothing, I discovered the powerful magic of beginnings from a Morgan colt named Blackwatch Jubilee.

The not-so-funny thing was that my marriage had died. The death of a marriage can be sudden, like when there’s a car accident and your spouse is killed. Sometimes it comes on slowly, much as a long illness that eats away at life day by day until it fades away. The abrupt end of mine was shocking. My teenage sons and I were suddenly and utterly alone. No warning. No money. Nothing.

The only thing I knew to do was hope that God was in control of what I wasn’t, let extended family know what was happening, and try to pay attention to whatever opportunity presented itself each day.

There were a lot of good people in our lives. They made us their family and they made all the difference. But when I woke up in the middle of the night, alone with my own thoughts, it wasn’t so easy. I was scared and didn’t think I had a lot to offer anyone. I’d apprenticed under a horse trainer, and I was a Mom. I wasn’t afraid of hard work, but what had I proven so far--in a man’s world?

Sometimes I lay in bed at night, listening to hooves thumping on the wooden floor in the weathered red barn. Blackwatch was such a happy horse, he made everything easy. He liked to be with me. He was confident, whereas worry came natural to me. I wondered--if I borrowed his courage and can-do attitude, what might we accomplish?

As the seasons passed, the Morgan colt grew into his long legs. I often took him with me when I rode the roan mare. Blackwatch learned about manners, cattle, crossing water, a variety of terrain, and traffic. By three, his hardened muscles rippled under a glossy coat. His thick forelock tumbled over soft eyes that were always calm. When I left him in the corral and rode alone, I’d often return to find him staring at me as if to say I’m ready, when are you going to ride me?

Summertime brought longer days. By July, I sometimes saddled Blackwatch after work,and lunged him in the field near the sale barn. One evening the manager slowed his truck, rolled down the window and asked with a grin, “When are you going to get on that horse?”

“I’m not sure. I don’t have a fenced arena.”

“Bring him over Wednesday. We’ll start you in the pens. Sale days are once a week”, he replied, and then drove away.

I led my horse over on Tuesday and we put him in a pen of young steers to see how he handled himself. Blackwatch leaped into the middle, ears forward, quivering with delight.

The following morning was sale day. Talk about a man’s world, there were only two gals in the yards--pen riders on young colts. Several of the cattlemen came by to check out the new horse and rider. They’d heard about a stallion on the lot and they weren’t coming to welcome me. “What are you doing with a stud? You’re gonna get yourself killed riding that horse,” they grouched at me, then climbed the stairs to the catwalk and departed inside the cool auction house.

I had butterflies in my stomach but a wide grin on my face. The pen riders coached us. Blackwatch was a quick learner. We worked the sale one day a week, and later two, spending hours doing little more than go, stop, turn right and left. After the third week I thought we can do this!

The January Stock Show Sale was our biggest sale ever. It was a Colorado shirt sleeve weather day, clear and the ground was bare of snow. Ever-larger lots of cattle streamed off the auction floor. There was no time for breaks. Noon came and went. The boss finally delivered sack lunches and we ate from horseback, never pausing in stride as we followed the next lot of bawling steers. By dusk most of the other pen riders were aboard their third horse but I was still astride the little horse with the legendary heart of Justin Morgan. It was well after dark before I stood in my own barn, pulled the saddle and rubbed down my horse.

The following morning’s forecast was winter storm: high winds and snow. By the time we arrived the wind was fierce. I looked around for the other pen riders. They were all on foot. Their horses wouldn’t trailer load in the storm so were left behind. Wind never bothered Blackwatch and he tackled his job with admirable determination, doing the work of three.

From the very beginning with Blackwatch, it was a partnership. I could made choices and goals. Every day included beginnings and results. Blackwatch had uncommon good sense and he fearlessly took life as an adventure. Some said he was an old soul, born broke. I’m amazed at the things I did with that horse—bold and daring things that helped me grow.

I often rode at night, after work and family time. I’d ride down the gravel driveway and fade into deepening twilight. We trotted down field roads under the canopy of star, our moon shadows rippling against tall corn. We listened to the night sounds: traffic on distant highways, the lowing of cattle, the song of coyotes and answering farm dogs that rang through the night.
Twice a year we trailered into the Rockies to ride the trails, enjoying wildflowers and snowcapped vistas.

Blackwatch and I were so often on the same wave length. I remember the first time I rode him on land without fences. More than 800 acres of harvested wheat fields spread before us. He raised his head and stared, ears pricked in eagerness. May I run across that?, he seemed to ask. Enthusiasm quivered under his skin.

“Sure, go ahead,” I said aloud, then squeezed my legs. His relaxed loping stride reached out, lengthened, and soon we raced the wind with ease.

Blackwatch became an approved stallion with the American Warmblood Society and, bred to outside mares, sired many athletic foals. He was part of the Parade of Stallions at an area horse expo. He performed as respectfully for other riders as he did for me.

Miles of wet saddle blankets, plus Blackwatch's generous heart, created in us what Tom Dorrance called “true unity”. That horse carried me through all the ups and downs that life can bring. He was the perfect equine partner and took me where many men thought I shouldn't be.

It’s been a lot of years since we worked the sale barn. Recently I was told a story. The old timers were heard saying, “You remember that little black stud horse? He sure could get down and work cattle. Sure do miss that horse. Wish he was still here.”

Sometimes our most secret yearnings strain against our circumstances and then prevail. He was my once in a lifetime horse--a very special Morgan named Blackwatch Jubilee and he filled my life with partnership, comfort and endless possibilities.

(First published in 2011 at www.EqTrained.com. Copy and paste that link, sign in, and read more true life stories about horse-human relationships.)

Photo: First born son of BlackWatch Jubilee out of a Welsh mare.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Horses For Life Blog--Check them out!

Have you seen the Horses For Life blog yet? Check them out. Wonderful things can be found there--like the most recent piece on our involvement in the Art of the living horse, the losses we feel when we lose one, etc.

Friday, April 1, 2011

The Nakota Horse

For more information on the Nakota Horse, search at this link: http://nokotahorse.org/cms/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=50&Itemid=16

The Nakota Horse

Interesting documentary editorial on the Nakota Horse.

There is a Nakota/Morgan gelding waiting to be rescued. For more information, contact www.Forevermorgans.org

"This little cute one is morgan/Nakota cross.
Nokota horses traditionally ranged in the Little Missouri Badlands of SW North Dakota, appearing in the late 19th century. The horses are believed to be descendents of the Sitting Bull ponies as well as horses which escaped or were released from the ranching industry
Look at that gorgeous face, he is calling to someone special. Be sure to watch his video, how quiet he is.
3-29-4 - Bay crossbred gelding reportedly according to note that came with him states he is Nakota/Morgan cross good broke and sound rides and drives. Did excellent during eval w/t/c.
Video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Df_ygTOZaKE

with English Saddle onhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3xGUV8Dq6H0


Thursday, February 24, 2011

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Teleseminars With Karen Scholl

Did you know that you can listen to audio programs from Karen Scholl?
Click on this link to learn more: http://www.karenscholl.com/education_teleseminars.html