Monthly Archives: March 2010
For her own good
| March 19, 2010 | Posted by Melinda under Uncategorized |
Discovery:Farley is not amused with her new (very cute) earplugs. Verdict:She wears them anyways. Not that she couldn’t get used to pistol firenoise, but (just like my mother always said) she only gets one set ofear drums and when she’s 20 and we are still hitting the trails, sheneeds to be able to hear the […] more
The Practicing…..
| March 18, 2010 | Posted by Melinda under Uncategorized |
Below is an excerpt from an article NOT about horses, but fit so perfectly for a post I’ve been contemplating, I wanted to post anyways. I’ve taken out the references to the activity he is referring to and added in [horses] instead. See if you can guess what he’s talking about…. Start excerpt […] more
Addendum
| March 16, 2010 | Posted by Melinda under Uncategorized |
It is NOT a good sign that I am so soon posting an addendum…. My brain is so frazzled from writing that GINORMOUS post…..Forgot to post the most important caveat of all: Keep in mind that everything I posted regarding conditioning is for someone (*me*) who only cares about finishing….if I ever top 10 […] more
It’s that time of year…
| March 16, 2010 | Posted by Melinda under Uncategorized |
I needed to make some changes to the Laura Crum book review that was scheduled to post today, look for it in a couple of days. In the meantime, it looks like everyone this time of year has the same questions – spring is here and where is my horse’s fitness? And how do I […] more
Farley’s advice to Melinda
| March 15, 2010 | Posted by Melinda under Uncategorized |
Dear human-who-brings-me-goodie-buckets: First I would like to address the goodie buckets. Don’t think I haven’t noticed that my buckets are significantly less full than they were. How do expect me to keep my girly, plump figure on the meager rations you give me? My goodie buckets have become…..goodie cups. Most unfair. Now, I […] more
Decisions decisions decisions!
| March 15, 2010 | Posted by Melinda under Uncategorized |
I’ve made a decision….I think. I’m going to do Buckmeadows 50 miler the second week of April. A lot of thought went into this decision – in fact, more agonizing over my choices than usual. At first I was positive I was doing the American River 50 or 75. I really want to go back […] more
This is Insane Part 2
| March 14, 2010 | Posted by Melinda under Uncategorized |
Now where were we? – back to plopping in my recliner and explaining my long day. Which considering how insane it was, could have end worse than me sitting in my recliner, icing my knee with a bag of frozen okra, contemplating sure death for the kitty cat who reprograms (or rather “un” programs) my […] more
Now where were we? – back to plopping in my recliner and explaining my long day.
Which considering how insane it was, could have end worse than me sitting in my recliner, icing my knee with a bag of frozen okra, contemplating sure death for the kitty cat who reprograms (or rather “un” programs) my remote ONE MORE TIME.Or at least a severe talking to.Which judging from Jonah’s persistence of being exactly 2 millimeters from my face and propensity for sticking his nose in my ear while I’m trying to type, OBVIOUSLY works so very well (insert sarcasm).How can a cat know exactly when I should be in bed, when I should get up, can spot my truck from a second story window, AND un-canningly knows just what dark colored shirt I’ll be wearing to work tomorrow (see he can use it for his bedding) – yet be so untrainable?
But I digress.
I managed to hyperextend my knee – the left one, the one that actually WORKED without pain, at least up until this point, thank you very much! – by jumping backward from a chuck wagon and getting my hiking boot tread stuck on the hub…..which caused it to overextend in front of me during my descent, then suddenly release, slamming it into the ground.Nice. (Sunday morning update – I’m walking with a limp. A LIMP! Grrr…no 5 mile run for me today).
Of course, this was a relatively minor injury considering the fact we (CHAS teamsters) were “breaking” in a 4 horse team with no prior practical knowledge, only theoretical knowledge, an insane idea that had me and my teamster partner contemplating the wisdom of carrying a pistol up with us to the box as a weapon as last resort….as the thought of bailing from a wagon seat 8 feet off the ground, landing on asphalt and miraculously avoiding hubs, wheels, and hooves seemed….unlikely.
I’ve been driving a 2 horse ambulance with a fantastic pair of horses (Buttercup and Gunsmoke) for 3 or so years for parades, civil war events etc. with CHAS.Everything has gone really really well….which is good because before I was invited to be a teamster there was several “mishaps”.
Mishaps = broken wagons and rides to the hospital in ambulances.
I’m a bit of a control freak.(let me guess…you never would have known…..) so charging me with safely driving the ambulance team around was probably a good move.I may gallop around and look totally out of control, but trust me – Every. Single. Move. Is. Absolutely. Calculated.And if I feel uncomfortable at anytime – the horses, me, and the ambulance go somewhere else for a while until I feel Totally. In. control.
I guess it’s worked because gradually the unit has cautiously started accepting wagon rides again…..true, mostly it’s new people that have no IDEA the sketchy history of the operation.J
So imagine my dismay when the stable sergeant informed me that this year we were going to put together a 4 up to pull the wagon.Never mind that neither of us had actually driven a 4 up before.We had pictures!
Dennis carefully explained that we would start with 2 drivers – one to drive the wheelers and one to drive the leads – until the horses were well versed in their jobs.I inquired about the horses and was a bit skeptical.After all, a mere 2 years ago I was ASSURED that Glenda and Smokey were going to be the new, WONDERFUL wagon pair because they were so well matched (each was blind in one eye), never mind they didn’t have 1 brain cell between them.
Let me introduce you to the new and improved wagon team.
Near Lead:Griddle Cakes – Good old girl and my lead horse for 5 years when I was still on the cannon team.Even though she’s pushing 30, still tries to pull the whole team (Nice way of saying:Confirmed Runaway).
Off Lead:Gringo (“Maggie”) – Young, green, but totally un-reactive mare.Has a tendency to just….stop… on the cannon teams. Especially in the presence of green grass.I would describe her as Dopey and Cute.Hates geldings behind her…..which brings us to our next horse:
Off Wheel:Badger – Does surprisingly well, even with Gringo attempting to kick him for the first 30 minutes of any hitchup.Known for destroying tack by chewing on it, being generally dumb, and being especially horrible for “accidentally” biting off fingers during treats (PLEASE DON’T HAND FEED THIS HORSE).
Near Wheel:Gopher – I highly suspect she landed this job after continuing to act like a NINNY Every. Single. Time. She’s. Tacked. Up….even though she has been pulling a cannon for like 15 years.Likes to pass the time by torturing her teammate, Badger.Will always Always ALWAYS turn her butt to the sky and double barrel behind her AT LEAST twice during the first 30 minutes of being in hitch, just to let us know her real feelings.
With this stellar line up, how could we fail?
We start with the team hitched to the breaking cart with some vague description by Dennis of how last weekend Badger broke the tongue when hitching up so they didn’t actually have a chance to work the team…..
The first 30 minutes was full of Gopher bucking-leaping, Badger rearing, Gringo kicking, and Griddle alternating stopping randomly or trying to make a bee line back to the picket area.I kept saying to anyone who would listen “this is insane”.
At some point Dennis suggested I actually get on the cart (I was walking behind it….).I probably mentioned the insanity of it all (for the gazillionith time).It was repeating through my head and out my mouth like a not-so-good-vibe-inducing mantra.He takes the leaders and I take the wheelers and off we go.
Miraculously we don’t die.
“We” decide things are going well because 1) we haven’t died, 2) the Breaking cart is still in one piece, 3) the horses are still sound and in one piece 4) no one has actually had to dial 9-1-1.Time to hook them up to the wagon.
By this time, my fellow unsuspecting teamster, Paul, shows up.He agrees it’s a fine idea to get on the wagon behind the team.Somehow I find myself agreeing and up on the box seat we go.While walking the team around the pasture (which is going surprisingly well – the horses must have conferred during lunch while tied to the wagon that the best way to end the day quickly was to be as cooperative as possible)I filled Paul in on the details of the morning……while he fills me in on the details of the disastrous previous weekend….
We are both breathing a sigh of relief when we stop and everything is in one piece….when Dennis makes an executive decision.Road trip!
The plan is to have him drive the ambulance (with trusty Buttercup and Gunsmoke) first. A helper will ride in the back of the ambulance as we (in the wagon) fall in behind.He’ll be watching the wagon, ready to help us if needed.A second helper will follow the wagon in a truck with flashing lights to warn traffic……
Does this sound like a good idea to ANYONE?
Out to the county road we went, Paul driving the leaders and me controlling wheelers and therefore (theoretically) speed and brakes.
Did I mention I am a control freak?That I was barely hanging onto my sanity because I had to trust him to steer while I controlled the brakes?In a shocking turn of events, I managed to survive with my sanity intact.
You know what?The road trip was the best thing we could have done for our fledging wagon team.Getting them off the property and going at a trot in a straight line for a couple of miles was just what they needed.By the time we turned around and headed back to the ranch, the horses had sorted out their issues and had started to understand what their jobs were, and Paul and me were laughing and talking.
This just might work!
Dennis had me and Paul re-hitch to the breaking cart and go around the pasture with the loose herd while he watched, so he could see how they were working together and how they would react to being put to work in the midst of their free-roaming friends.
It went really really well.The antics of the morning were gone, and replaced with a business like team that was working together.
That is until we came to a huge puddle.
Griddle (smart old gal) who has more brain cells than is really desired for this sort of job, skidded to a stop and decided she was thirsty.
The other 3 horses waited.
Griddle drank some more and then decided she wanted to just hang out at the edge of the puddle and soak in the sun rays.
Ummmm……
Obviously there’s still work to be done.Parade in 4 weeks…..I’ll be off at Buckmeadows so best of luck to Paul and Dennis(hehehehehehe, evil smile).
[Note:to those of you not familiar with CHAS, all horses described here are Standardbreds rescued from the track who are re-trained to pull cannons.They are already trained to pull a cart (sulky) so only must be accustomed to someone on their backs, while in harness pulling cannons.The horses described here all pulled carts in their past lives and spent time on the cannon teams, so are not a traditional “green” horse.The events described are NOT the way to cart-break a horse with no prior experience!Pulling the ambulance and the carts is “light” duty and perfect for horses retired from the cannon team who still want a job (like Griddle), are getting a bit sour on their current job (Gopher), or are looking for a new job since we have downsized one cannon team (Gringo and Badger). ]
