Saturday, May 19, 2012

Day 9

Twain was on his toes today, his responsiveness to my cue's has expanded to even greater heights.  This morning I tied him away from his buddies to try to make his attention more on me than Hoof Prince and my mother's mustang.  Twain was tied for about an hour while I exercised my other horses.  When I went to check on him, he neighed with delight at me so I untied him and we went for a walk around our property.  On our walk Mr. Twain's focus never swerved from me so when I saw some logs I decided to test out how responsive he really was.  Just like the barrels on Day's two and three, I pointed at the logs and sure enough he popped right over them!  He's an amazing jumper and really collects himself nicely.  After our little log adventure with the fallen down tree's I headed towards Folly Lake.  Folly Lake is really just a pond that got the name Folly from our mule Folly.  At the pond I yet again tested Mark Twain's willingness to go where I ask him.  This time re was a little more reluctant to get his feet wet, but in a matter of minutes he was standing patiently in the water, taking in a few gulps while swishing his tail happily.  Twain is definitely a keeper!  After saying good-bye to my beloved Pilgrim I'm going to try my hardest to hold onto my Mark.
Mr. Twain's freeze-brand.
How to read Mark Twain's freeze-brand.

In this picture he was a little nervous with my stick and stick.
Twain's still a little weary, but he's still stands still, what a good boy!

Calm and Relaxed...

I never knew a mustang could have such wonderful conformation!  He really is something else!

This picture really describes my yearling, "Hey what's that?"  He's a horse that is extremely aware of his surroundings.

Friday, May 18, 2012

Day 8

Mark Twain isn't he a good-looking Mustang?
So you might ask where days 5-7 went, well there's this thing called school, and I've learned through experience that even though I love my horses, SCHOOL COMES FIRST! NO EXCEPTIONS!!!  So that is what I abide by.  Well I guess I'll start with tonight, Friday, the 8th day of my little yearling's new life.  Considering I hadn't haltered him in a few days, i'm glad I had put down a solid foundation before I returned to school.  I ended up putting him in the round pen and doing some simple lunging exercises to gain his attention.  It was a long thirty minutes before I put the halter on him, but by then I'd already had him following me around like a puppy dog.  He's quite the magnificent horse.  Once I got a halter one him he acted like an angel.  He moved his body in every which direction I told him, even did a little side-stepping!  I finally decided on a name for my yearling, his name shall be Mark Twain, after the famous Samuel Clements (a.k.a. penname Mark Twain who wrote The Adventures of Tom Sawyer and The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.)  I think I'll call his Marcus or Mr. Twain for short.  I just can't seem to stop calling him Mister.  It's the first thing that popped into my head when I met him.  But even then I only had about half an hour until darkness hit...so hopefully I'll have more time to work with him tomorrow.

Trust


"...he who follows me shall never walk in darkness..." John 8:12 partially.

Re-haltering! He stood patiently as I gently slipped the halter onto his face.

Monday, May 14, 2012

Day 4


New location for the boys to live and all the other guys are so excited for the new members of the herd!  Everybody's trying to get a chance to say hello to Mister and the other new mustangs!   Our herd definitely made them feel welcome in their new home.

Mister checking out his new surroundings.

Our boys saying hello.


Even Bucephalus and Kokopeli check out what all the commotion is about over by the round pen.

I decided to get back to work on Mister, but he decided he's rather eat the leaves than have me sack him out with them.

Picked up all four feet again, he's doing much better today.

Moving the hind-quarters around the fore-quarters.
This little guy sure is a smart horse!  But he still needs a name, name after name has went through my head but none of them seem to fit his personality and looks quite right.  I'm sure I'll come up with just the right name by the end of the month...until then I'll just have to call him Mister.

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Day 3

Still haven't named him...he's doing just absolutely fabulous!  He didn't like the flag very much, but he adjusted to it being near him soon enough.  Today we worked on movements.  I taught Mr. how to pivot on his hind-quarters and his forequarter, back up, and leave at a trot on lunging.  My yearling is great at pivoting!  For the first time pivoting and he's already getting 3-4 steps easy both directions I consider that pretty good!  Can't wait to see what great things he'll do for me in the weeks to come!


He didn't like the flag very much.

Mister has quite the kick when he's scared of something, but I'd rather him paw at that flag then my body.

Maybe it's not so bad?

Next comes the saddle blanket!


For the third day he's doing pretty good!  We did a little lunging with the saddle.

We jumped twice with the saddle on, both times he gave a little buck with it.


Didn't leave the saddle on very long since he's still a baby. 

Mustang smooches!!!

Mister and Me.

Saturday, May 12, 2012

Day 2

The horses did awesome today!   They are now leading like champs.  We loaded them in and out of the trailer for their second time, jumped them over barrels, and started working on their lunging!  Mr. has been doing absolutely fabulous and has been following me around like a puppy dog all day long.

I asked him to got over the barrels...


...and what to you know he went over them!  No problem jumping!  We'll make a  jumper out of him soon enough! 
Mr. No-name jumping the barrels for me.  He's really nice and collected when he jumps, I think he'd make a great jumper or dressage horse when he's older!


Working on desensitizing him a little bit more.  I'm getting him used to me reaching down to pick up his little hooves.


We went for a little walk to check out all the new sights and smells for my little Mr.

He stands patiently all the while being tied to the fence.

Conformation shot, he really is a stunning little horse!

Didn't take any pictures of him loading into the trailer today, but he's a picture of Day  #1's loading session!
My little bay is doing fabulous!  He's quite a horse!  Really smart and quick to move

Friday, May 11, 2012

Pick-up Day!

My yearling running through the shoots at the holding facility.
 Today's the day we picked up our new mustangs.  We arrived at the holding facility an hour before scheduled time to discover we were already 6th in line for loading up our horses!  Wow some people really got there early!  About an hour and a half later we loaded our horses up and headed back to start training!


Jennifer's horse who she named Hoof Prince!

The 1st time I tried to touch him.


From Wild...
...to Willing.
 Overall my yearling did awesome on his first day in this brand new world!  Haven't decided on a name for him so until then I'll just refer to him as Mr.  Mr. is turning out to be a pretty smart horse so far, he let me pet him all over today!  I can't wait to see how he'll do in the days to come!

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

4th Week of Employment


Michelle Deden
Mustang Heritage Foundation
Youth Employment Program
History Research Paper
4 May 2012

            Through the days of lore and celebration and joy, and through the dark days of mourning-the faithful horse has been with us always.
            Wild horses have been an important part of America’s history since the Spanish Conquistadors came to America.  It all started with Christopher Columbus on his second voyage in 1493.  Columbus brought around twenty horses including the Spanish Barb, Andalusian, and the now extinct Spanish Jennet breeds with him.  These breeds were the foundation stock for the Paso Finos, a horse breed well-known for their fine step and graceful head carriage.   The Spanish Conquistador’s called them “Los Caballos de Paso Fino” meaning the horse with a fine step.  The Spanish Barb, Andalusian, and Spanish Jennet were also the start of wild horses in America and and were later called the Spanish Mustangs. 
            These Spanish horses that were freed or escaped from early explorers soon became of use the Native Americans.  The Native Americans soon learned how to make use of these powerful creatures to hunt buffalo.  The Appaloosa, a brown and white horse with a Rosetta pattern, and Pinto horses were prized by the tribes because of their beautiful coats.  High chieftain owned Pinto and Appaloosa horses and rode them during celebrations.  After a couple decades horses that strayed became known as mestenos by the Spanish.
            In 1620, the Pilgrims arrived on the Mayflower, it is believed that the Pilgrims re-domesticated  some of the wild horses for farm use.  Nine years after the Pilgrims arrived in America, New England brought horses to the New World.  They brought larger, huskier horses meant for pulling heavy equipment.  They also brought with them tall, graceful Thoroughbreds from England and Ireland.  All these horses added diversity to the mustang population.  As each set of immigrants arrived in America, their horses added diversity to the wild horse population.  Although these horses are no longer the pure Spanish Mustangs, people still used the term Spanish Mustangs when referring to the wild horses.
            Years later many Native Americans lost or released their prizes mounts because they were forced onto unfertile reservations, leaving their horses to join the wild herds.  The Mustangs, being an invasive species to America flourished and by the end of the 19th century, there were between two to four million horses running free throughout the West.    Ranchers, cowboys, and ever fur traders put them to good use.  During the Civil War, the Northern Army needed 200,000 horses anually, so they were rounded up for military service.  Mustangs appeared to be an inexhaustible source for the people of the 19th century.
            But by the beginning of the 20th century, los mestenos became a problem.  One rancher in Nevada reflects his father complaints “They ate twice as much as cattle, and their sharp hooves cut into the land and uprooted the grass.  To a rancher, grazing land is a precious as gold, and the horses were ruining it.” Ranchers sought different ways to take care of this dilemma, driving horses from their newly claimed lands, and then building sturdier fences to keep them out.  Other ranchers reverted to killing as many mustangs as possible.  Through poisoning the water-holes.  In Utah, ranchers killed thousands of wild horses by driving them off cliffs.  By the 1940’s wild horse slaughter had hit an all-time high with the opening of the pet food companies.  Pet food companies paid ranchers ten to twenty dollars for each horse brought in.  Pet food companies giving rise to the Mustangers, people who used low-flying planes and other methods to chase the horses many miles until they could no longer run or entered a trap then forced into trucks to be shipped off to pet-food factories.  Another method of capturing them is roping the horses by having the other end of the lariat tied to two large tired which tightens around the horses neck pulling them backward and affecting their breathing.  The wild mustangs almost disappeared from America altogether because of the Mustangers.
            If it was not for one Velma Johnson, otherwise known as “Wild Horse Annie” one of Americas last symbols of Wild West would be long gone.  Velma Johnson grew up riding a mustang by the name of Hobo, who captured her heart and was Mrs. Johnsons inspiration to stand up against what was happening to these horses after she saw a stock trailer over-filled with wild horses who looked starving and dehydrated and wondered what was the cause of this.  Soon after she witnessed the capturing of the wild horses and realized how oblivious she was to what was going on.  Several times she to lawmakers suggesting it be illegal to use airplanes and vehicles to herd and trap horses, but every time the lawmakers ignored her.  But finally she gained the attention of the congress by showing them snapshots she had attained from witnessing these horrific scenes, going all the way to Washington D.C to have a court case.  Finally in 1971, the Wild Free-roaming Horse and Burro Act passed, requiring the protection, management and control of the mustangs.  Thanks to Velma Johnson, the wild horses of the American West were saved. 
            Because the Mustangers are no longer a threat to wild horses, the population has increased from the less than 10,000 mustangs in 1970 to 50,000 horses in the year 2000.  These growing herds created new problems, such as over-grazing.  This time the solution was from the Bureau of Lang Management (BLM), a government agency in charge of tending for public lands.  It was decided that the best thing to do would be to thin out the herds by capturing the horses and offering the to the public.  This program became known as the Adopt-A-Horse program. Tthe horses are branded on their neck for identification.  This ID specifies: area of capture, ownership, holding facility, and tag number.  Many horses are not sold and BLM has to keap them in holding pens and corrals.  This is expensive and some say cruel so in 1988 landowners offered to rent their land to the BLM for the horses.  The BLM and the public both like this idea and made these lands into long-term holding facilities for unadoptable horses.
            Mustangs helped us develop the land, transformed Native Americans hunting and fighting techniques, provided us with mounts for our wars, and captured the hearts of people everywhere with their strong will and big hearts.  They are truly a magnificent breed and have been an integral part of American History.




Youth Competitors from Previous Makeover

Found this on that handy-dandy internet website called Facebook!  Didn't know there was a picture of us here too!  It seems Pictures of Pilgrim and me were pretty popular that weekend!

Since I never shared what else happened in Tennessee, this is Cohn Livingston and Teddy Bear.  The won  the Legends division in Tennessee this past year.  In their performance, you heard the phantom of the opera play all the while Cohn had removed Teddy Bear's bridle then jumping through these rings of fire!  Pretty cool if I do say so myself.

Up above was my History Research Paper for the Mustang Heritage Foundation.  It turns out quite wonderfully and my friends helped me tremendously, fixing most of my grammatical and punctuation errors.  But even after that nobody is absolutely perfect at those kinds of things!

As for the new mustangs, we pick the up in less than three days!  Excitement is starting to kick-in!  I wonder what  they will be like? Will they like to jump like Magic did?  Or will they like to climb like Pilgrim?  Will they like attention?  You never can tell what horse you're getting yourself in to until see for yourselves sometimes!  I know whatever they turn out to be, I'll be content with anything.  For if there's a will, there's a way!

Thursday, May 3, 2012

3rd Week as Mustang Trainer Representative

Well time is closing in on me, only nine days left until my my family and I meet the new mustangs.  It seems everyone is getting excited about pick-up day for the yearlings.  Although they have now made a new option to pick-up the yearlings on this Thursday, we will still be picking the horses up on Friday because of convenience and I wouldn't want to miss anymore than need be of my last few weeks as a Juinior in High School!  Those are the best ones!

Finished my history paper on wild mustangs too!  Did you know that the Native Americans didn't have horses until the Spanish Conquistadors came to America?  Oh what a wonderful research paper it turned out to be!  I can't wait to share it with you next week after it gets reviewed by the Mustang Heritage Foundation.

Carly called me this week too!  She is so sweet!  I told her all about what I'd done this past weekend at the ranch and she is just the sweetest girl in the world!  Speaking of my weekend, one of my dad's clients brought two mustangs back to our place so I tried to make them feel right at home.  And if anybody is interested in giving either of these sweet horses a new home just let me know!
This is Pershing(Left) and Blue Jeans(Right)



 Above are some pictures of what little Jennifer and Firefly did this weekend.  Firefly is a four year old mustang and look how little he is!  He's definitely the perfect size for Jennifer! She loves the little guy.  After she saddles him up and my mom led her around for a little while, she went and gave him a nice long bath to cool off from all this heat we are getting in Texas.

The ingredients to a perfect day...


I don't know if you guys remember Bucephalus, he's my four year old wild mustang I adopted last year from the Bureau of Land Management.  He's doing absolutely spectacular with me now; picking up the correct lead and stopping the second I breath words to stop.  He's really grown attached to me more than any of my horses ever have.  Whenever I go out to the field, I cluck to him and he comes trotting up to me.  That... and we did a lunging routine and when I moved his hind-quarters away from me and ran backwards he ran straight to me!  It was so cool seeing my red-roan, all his attention on me, waiting for me to tell him what to do next.  He is a magnificent horse and always tries his best to please me.  

Every horse has it's pro's and con's, Pilgrim was very lazy, but it only took him once to learn a new thing so the next time I tried doing that trick, it was a piece of cake.  Every horse has a good side and a not-so good side to them.  I wonder what my next yearling will be like?