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Just a short update…in case you were wondering.

I have to apologize to my followers. I’ve been pretty busy lately and haven’t taken the time to compose posts about my latest pack trips. In fact, I still haven’t finished the last post about my Alaska trip last year!

I have been remiss. No doubt about it.

So,  I thought I’d take just a few minutes and just update you all on what’s been happening and make a promise to get caught up on my trip posts within the next couple of weeks.

I have put in a bunch of trail miles over the past several months. A lot of good rides with a lot of good friends. I calculate I have put over 350 miles on Apollo alone, since I got him February 25, 2019.

During most of the bad weather up here in Utah Valley, spanning the entire winter (which lasted until about last week!) I spent several weekends and one full week, riding in the St George area. I really enjoyed that. I got a lot of training done on Apollo during that span, as well as some miles on Lizzy and a couple other horses.

Me with Apollo and Lizzy near St George, UT

I also made two trips to Capitol Reef National Park to ride Pleasant Creek.

I spent three days riding with friends in the Moab area at the end of April. Wonderful riding!

The Moab area is spectacular! I put more miles on Apollo there and put some miles on Chance, breaking him in as a pack horse.

I spent five days in early May riding from Brigham City, Utah to Snowville, Utah (near the Idaho border), about 75 miles, as part of the sesquicentennial Golden Spike 150 Wagon Train. I switched off, rotating Apollo and Calypso as saddle and pack horses.

What a great time that was and what good people I met. My good friend, Rob Prody, participated with me, riding Trigger, my daughter’s big Tennessee Walker. That was my first wagon train experience and I enjoyed every minute of it.

Then, to cap it all off, from May 14-18, my good friend, Jeff Palmer, and I rode our horses from Flagstaff, Arizona to the Grand Canyon National Park. What a great pack trip that was! Our horses performed flawlessly…well almost. We had a couple minor incidents, but nothing serious, only enough to add spice to an otherwise uneventful trip.

Uneventful, but enjoyable. We started out above 9,000 feet, in the pines and alpine meadows north of Flagstaff, dropped below 6,000 feet in the junipers and pinons, got rained on a time or two, and ran short of water on one stretch, and ended up at Tusayan, just south of the entrance to the Grand Canyon National Park. Jeff enjoyed it so much, he is planning on returning with me next spring to cross the Big Ditch and make our way up to the AZ/UT border.

During all that, I have sold several horses, which has helped finance some of these activities. In January, I sold Turbo, the one-speed wonder, to a fellow who wanted an excellent trail horse that would not buck him off and would keep up with his riding buddies’ horses.

Turbo

I haven’t heard from him, but he never called during his 30-day trial period, so I expect his riding buddies are now working hard to keep up with Turbo’s run-walk.

In February, I contracted to train a beautiful grade Tennessee Walker Gelding named Apollo. I ended up liking the horse so much that I traded a registered Tennessee Walker mare, Oreo, for him.

Apollo

Apollo and I are still growing together and enjoying every mile, and Oreo has a great home with a woman in North Ogden who loves her like a family member.

Oreo

During March, I sold one of the best trail horses I have ever owned, J Golden, to a fellow in Richfield, Utah. It was a surprise move for me, as I had no intention of selling that wonderful gelding.

J Golden, under his new owner, Larry Wiley.

However, once the thought entered my head, after having allowed the fellow to ride him a time or two, I could not get rid of the thought and eventually, I just caved in. I’m glad I did, as J has a great home and he gets ridden almost daily by a man who appreciates a great trail horse.

I sold Chance in April to a couple from the Kamas area, who were looking for a smooth-riding gaited horse. They are enjoying Chance and are very pleased.

In April, I spent a week down at my parents’ home in Eagar, Arizona, doing some work on my place there. The plan was to return from Eagar with my mare Calypso, which I have been keeping there with my young colt, Chief, and my mustang, Jimbo. While I was there, I noticed Calypso had come into season and that Chief had discovered what being a stallion was all about. I was lucky enough to get them separated before anything “untoward” happened. However, when I got up to feed the following morning, I discovered Chief had destroyed Dad’s corral gate and he and Calypso were standing together in the same corral looking very satisfied. Well, I successfully separated them for the rest of the week, and I decided to leave Chief there in Eagar and took Calypso home to Utah. My hope was that Chief was still young enough (18 months) that he was still “shooting blanks.” Wrong.

I brought Chief back to Salem, Utah after the Flagstaff pack trip. I took him to the vet last week to have him gelded. At the same time I had Calypso pregnancy checked. Turns out I will have a foal out of Calypso and Chief sometime around the middle of March, 2020. I was disappointed at first, but now I’m grateful that I’ll be having a foal out of Chief. He’s turning out to be a very nice looking horse with a wonderful temperament and very intelligent. I had considered keeping him a stallion, but I just don’t have the facilities required to safely keep a stallion. It just didn’t make sense for me. So, Chief is now a gelding and I’ll have a foal out of him sometime next spring. The foal will not be registerable, as Calypso is a grade Rocky Mountain Gaited Horse. However, it should be a nice horse, sired by Chief, which is a registered Missouri Fox Trotter that is turning out to be quite handsome and Calypso is a beautifully built and nicely gaited RMGH.

Which leads me to the next conclusion:  I’ll be keeping Calypso until at least after the foal is weaned.

Calypso

Last Saturday, June 1, I finalized the sale of the best trail horse I have ever ridden, Lizzy. She went to the wife of the fellow who bought J Golden. This was another sale I had not anticipated.

Me on Lizzy

But, I’m pleased to say that Lizzy will join J Golden in a great home for them both. Both Miranda and Larry became close friends to me as I worked to find the perfect horse for Miranda. I think I nailed it. She and Lizzy are fast becoming a solid trail companionship. That’s good, because Larry laid down the law and let her know she could not have J!

On Monday, June 3, I picked up a huge registered Tennessee Walker for Derek Habel, a friend of mine, and brought him to Spanish Fork. I worked this horse for two weeks to see whether he’s going to be suitable for horse packing hunt trips to Alaska. I think he’s going to work. Last Friday, Derek made the agreement to purchase the horse, so it will be up to me to work the kinks out of him and get him ready for the big Alaska moose hunt this fall.

Red, 16-1/2 hands of Tennessee Walking Horse

It’s going to be a fun project. Red is great on the trail, but has a couple of issues that need to be smoothed out, before he’ll be ready for the hunt trip.

Right now I’m on a road trip to New Mexico to help babysit grandkids and celebrate Father’s Day with my oldest son, after which I’ll be heading back down to Eagar, AZ for a couple days with my parents and to get some things done on my place down there. I’ll be back at home and working my horses again by the end of the week.

In between all these activities, in my spare time, whatever that means, I have been doing a little leather work. I made two saddle scabbards, a pair of spur straps, and a Leatherman sheath and started work on a set of pommel bags for myself.  I recently started work on a pair of batwing chaps for a friend.

So, as you can see, there is no moss growing on me. I’ve been pretty busy. Hopefully things will begin to settle down a little over the next month or so and I’ll get caught up on organizing my photos and make some good posts.

I hope my readers will cut me a little slack and stick with me. And thanks for reading.

TH

 

 

I’m a little melancholy this evening…

I’ve learned once again never to say “never.”

I have sold the best trail horse I ever owned, one I thought I would never sell. Lizzy will be going to a new home tomorrow. It will be a good home with an owner who will care for her well and will ride her often, doing what she loves and does best: trail riding.

I guess I’m not really cut out to be a horse trader. This past winter the opportunity came to me through a good friend, to sell a couple horses and try to make a little money to support my horse habit. The deal was that I would take these horses, tune them up and sell them, and the profit would be mine as payment for training and exercising his other horses. As I put miles on each of these horses and began to refresh their former training, each one became special to me in some way. I found myself not wanting to sell them at all!

Turbo, as her name implies, was a real go-er. A grade Missouri Fox Trotter, she loved being out on the trail and was absolutely fearless. She wouldn’t even slow down for obstacles that most horses wouldn’t attempt…much less the riders.

Turbo

She inspired confidence and I never doubted, even once, whether she could handle an obstacle or rough terrain. She went to a fellow who said he was getting on in years and wanted a horse that was steady, sure-footed, and could keep up with his riding buddies. I expect his buddies are now working at keeping up with him.

Oreo was a beautiful registered Tennessee Walking Horse mare. She was a true sweetheart, but she didn’t like being caught. Lacked a little confidence, but once caught, she was perfectly mannered. She needed a little refresher course, but she began to recover her training quickly.

Oreo

She was a pleasure to ride. She ended up with a young lady who took her in trade for Apollo, a TWH gelding that was just a little more horse than she was comfortable handling. Apollo is now my primary mount. We’re both happy with the trade.

Apollo

J Golden, my grade TWH gelding, became a casualty of the trade for Apollo. At least in part. J hauled me around many a mile and was an exceptional trail horse. He’s the horse I took with me to Alaska last fall. But after meeting a couple in Richfield, Utah, who needed a good, solid trail horse, I felt like I had found a wonderful home for him.

J Golden and his new owner

They wanted a good solid trail horse and thought they might like to try a gaited horse. After riding J Golden once, they knew they wanted a gaited horse. After allowing them to try him out for a week or so, I just couldn’t take him away from them. He has a great home, where he is as happy to be there as they are to have him.

I just sold Chance, another registered TWH gelding, to some folks from Oakley, Utah, up near Kamas, who have some experience with Walkers and were in need of a new trail horse. They came and both of them did a short test-ride on Chance.

Chance, ready for a ride

They liked him, despite his little bit of anxiety at being separated from other horses. I think Chance is going to work out well for them. He’s a puppy of a horse, who loves attention, even leaving the rest of the herd to come nuzzle his human friend and get his head scratched. Out on the trail, I found he would come to me when I whistled. I love that!

Now, I’ll be delivering Lizzy tomorrow to the same family who bought J Golden. She will go to a fine lady who had an accident last year, in which she was thrown from a horse and was badly injured. She is working hard to overcome her fear and trying to get back her confidence as a rider. I have taken her and her husband on a couple trail rides, during which I let her ride Lizzy. I knew Lizzy would take good care of her and help her get her riding spirit back. All the while, I told her I would never sell Lizzy and that she shouldn’t let that thought settle too deeply into her head; I was looking for the right horse for her.

Lizzy and her new owner

Well, a couple weeks ago the thought came to me that maybe Lizzy was the right horse for her and that she and Lizzy would make perfect riding companions. Having gotten to know her a little and knowing the care and love she and her husband give their horses, and knowing how much they love J Golden, it just seemed like the natural (and right) thing to do.  I just could not shake the thought, no matter how hard I tried. It kept returning to me again and again, until one evening I floated the idea to the couple. They not only accepted the offer, but were over-joyed about it.

Damn! I hate it when that happens!

I bought Lizzy as a coming four year-old in 2015. I have over a thousand miles on her back. She carried me most of the way from the US/Mexican border to Flagstaff, Arizona and I thought she would be the horse that would finish my Mexico-to-Canada horse pack trip with me.

Me on Lizzy

She is the best trail horse I have ever had. Her Fox Trot isn’t the best, but she has an excellent rack that really covers ground. Her walk will outpace just about any horse I’ve ever ridden with. Whenever I take her out for a trail ride, her ears are forward and she is anxious to be heading out. I love that! She has learned to watch her step in the rough stuff and seldom takes a misstep. She is an excellent pack horse as well. She is willing to try just about anything. She is never “mare-ish” and I seldom even know when she is in season.

Lizzy and Chief

Eighteen months ago she gave me Chief, a very handsome colt that eventually will end up being my primary horse. Over the years I have trusted Lizzy with the care of my wife, family, and friends, while I have ridden and trained my other horses. She is simply a wonderful horse and I have loved every minute I have spent in the saddle on her back. I doubt I will ever find her equal as a trail companion for me.

While I’m sad at letting her go, I’m sure her new owner will enjoy her as much as I have. I’m happy to have found her a good home. The truth is, I have been spending so much time riding other people’s horses that I have had very little time to ride Lizzy in the past year.  It doesn’t make much sense for me to have her sitting in the pasture when there is someone else who would love to be out riding her and for whom she could do so much good.

So, this evening I decided to take Lizzy out for a final ride. We hadn’t gone more than about a mile, when it started to rain.

I guess that was fitting. Still, I enjoyed the ride.

Here are a few of my favorite photos and memories of Lizzy.

TH

Personal Camp Gear for Horse Packing

This is the fourth in a series of posts about gear for horse packing. Again, a reminder that my kind of horse packing is not normally packing in to a base camp, but is packing from point to point, from a specific point of origin to a point of destination, sometimes hundreds of miles away. Understanding that makes a difference in gear one takes along on the trip. Things one is not sure they will need are left behind, as a general rule.

This post will deal with personal gear, things each individual will need for their personal needs, as well as a few things that are just handy to have, while on the horse pack trip.

Personal gear (other than what is worn to begin with):

  • Doc kit (personal hygiene items)
    • toothbrush and paste
    • medications
    • fingernail clippers
    • deodorant
    • chap stick
    • sun block
    • hand soap/shampoo
    • bandaids/anti-biotic ointment
    • hair brush
    • etc
  • Clothing
    • multiple changes of socks
    • change of shirt
    • change of pants
    • multiple changes of underclothing
    • thermal underwear (depending on weather)
    • camp shoes (if desired)
    • handkerchief or bandana
    • Jacket or coat
    • bathing suit
  • Sleeping gear
    • sleeping bag (suitable for weather)
    • water resistant sleeping bag cover, bivy bag, or small tent
    • camp pillow
    • stocking cap
    • sleeping pad
    • ground sheet (obviated if you have a bivy bag or tent)
  • Other
    • camp knife (such as a “hunting knife” with a 6″ or longer blade)
    • utility tool (such as a “Leatherman multi-tool)
    • handgun, ammunition and supporting gear
    • spurs
    • silverware, plate, cup (some folks consider these to be personal gear)
    • small whet stone or diamond rod
    • sunglasses
    • rain slicker
    • canteen(s)
    • chaps or chinks
    • smart phone/camera
    • extra memory cards
    • charging cables
    • preferred snack foods (particularly if you have special needs)
    • cigarette lighter
    • strike-anywhere matches in a waterproof container or flint/steel if you now how to use them
    • fire starters
    • compass
    • map (both paper and digital on the phone)
    • notepad and pen
    • flashlight and extra batteries
    • chemical hand warmers (depending on weather)
    • toilet paper and wet wipes

We’ll start at the top, with the “doc kit.”

I keep all my personal hygiene items in a small, durable bag I call my doc kit. It contains things such as are on the list above.  In addition to those things listed, a tube of hemorrhoid cream or hydrocortisone come in handy on occasion.

My “doc kit”

I always take a pill container with Ibuprofen, Acetaminophen, and Benadryl in it. Ibuprofen relieves muscle and joint pain, Acetaminophen relieves cold symptoms, and Benadryl relieves allergy symptoms as well as helps one fall asleep at night.

A change of clothing is not absolutely necessary on a horse pack trip, but it is very nice to have, particularly on long trips. One never knows when something may happen that could result in wet, soiled, or ruined clothing. It is nice to have a spare pair of pants or shirt along.

Extra socks are important for keeping feet healthy. I like to change socks daily, although that is not always feasible. On long pack trips I carry several pairs of liner socks, such as men’s nylon dress socks.  I change these often, while wearing a heavier pair of athletic or wool boot socks over them which can be worn for several days at a time. The liner socks are easily washed and refreshed and take very little drying time, as opposed to heavier athletic or wool boot socks. An additional benefit to this system is that the liner socks prevent blisters in the event one has to walk awhile in riding boots. Each night I air out the heavier socks by hanging them over my boots.

Camp shoes are an optional thing. A pair of “crocs” or running shoes can be quite comfortable of an evening, after the riding boots have been removed. They are also quite easy to slip on in the middle of the night when the call of nature comes or when something starts bothering the horses and you need to take a look-see. In all the times I have taken camp shoes on my pack trips I have rarely used them. Unless I am going on a very long pack trip, in which I will have rest days during the trip, I don’t take them.

A bathing suit is very light and takes up very little space, but is very handy for bathing and for wearing while clothes are being washed on a long pack trip. I often toss one in my clothes bag when packing for those longer trips.

Not listed above is a good cowboy hat (because I’m normally wearing mine). Many people nowadays prefer a helmet and I will say nothing against that, but my preference is a good felt cowboy hat with a decent brim. A cowboy hat keeps sun off of your ears and nose during the part of the day when the sun is most intense and I consider it a protective measure against skin cancer. I prefer a hat to sun block cream on my face, because the sun block tends eventually to get into and irritate my eyes. Also, when passing through brush and tree branches, I can just duck my head and they just slide over my hat without getting sticks and leaves and pine needles down the back of my shirt. A felt hat works much better than a straw hat or helmet in those situations.

Something else not listed above in personal clothing, which I have never tried, but which I have been told is very effective in eliminating or reducing saddle sores on riders of both sexes, is a pair of women’s panty hose worn under the riding pants. It’s worth a try, if you have concerns about rub sores on your hind quarters or knees!

For personal sleep items, of course the sleeping bag is indispensable.  Make sure you select a sleeping bag that is appropriate for the place and season in which you will travel. I once took a summer sleeping bag on a pack trip through southern Arizona in April, thinking I would be fine, however, when we passed through the Chiricahua mountain range, we spent one night above 7,000 feet and our water froze before we went to bed. I passed a cold and miserable night with little sleep. You can always unzip your sleeping bag if you get too warm.

The bulkiness of the sleeping bag and weight are also things to be considered. I keep a canvas covered sleeping bag with a very nice flannel lining in my trailer bunk, simply because it is very comfortable, however, it is far too bulky and heavy to consider taking on a pack trip. My regular sleeping bag is a 4-pound fiberfill bag, which packs into a reasonably sized stuff sack. However, as I mentioned in the first post in this series, I recently learned that leaving the sleeping bag un-stuffed in a top pack works very well also.

After having tried one on a pack trip with a friend, I recently purchased a military surplus bivy bag. This bag is made of a water-resistant material (Gore Tex) and is quite tough, obviating the need for a ground sheet. The bag has both zipper and snap closures, effectively sealing out rain.

Sleeping bag, pillow, sock hat, and pad, all in a bivy bag

I keep my camp air mattress inside the bag with my sleeping bag. The whole shebang can either be rolled up and tied or left loose in the top pack. Preparation for sleeping is a simple matter, then, of preparing the ground, then laying out the bivy bag/sleeping bag combo on the ground and airing up the mattress. One drawback I found with the bivy bag setup is that, despite the breathability of the Gore Tex material, I found my bag a bit moist in the morning up around my head area, I presume from my breath. This was only the case during very cold nights when I had the bag closed over my face. A good airing-out of the sleeping bag after spending a night in the bivy bag is necessary before packing up again.

Up until I bought the bivy bag, my sleeping arrangement consisted of a canvas ground sheet (one of the manty tarps or pannier covers) on the ground, horse saddle pads on top of that (two per person), my air mattress on top of the saddle pads, my sleeping bag on top of that, and lastly, another canvas tarp over the top.

Sleeping arrangements using canvas tarps

I have used that combination for many years and stayed dry even through heavy rains. My canvas tarps are in the heavier range, about 18-ounce or so, and treated with waterproofer.  This makes the ground sheet resistant to ground moisture. When moisture falls on the top canvas, the weave tightens up, creating a very stiff and water-resistant cover. One can then simply kick up under it, causing the stiffened tarp to form a domed cover over the sleeping bag, effectively running the water off. The key to remaining dry with this arrangement is to make sure the edges of the top cover extend out over the edges of the ground sheet. Also, canvas tends to wick water wherever it touches something that absorbs water, such as a sleeping bag. The waterproofing treatment helps, but doesn’t completely eliminate the problem. This is why it is important to kick up under the tarp to form the dome over the bag during rain.

I find the canvas manty tarps commonly sold by suppliers to be too small and too light for this application. They generally run about 7X8 feet and are in the 12 ounce range.  Mine are 8X10 and in the 18-20 ounce range. Mine are considerably heavier in weight, though.

A camp pillow is an important item. It will greatly improve sleeping comfort. Also, a decent sized pillow will enhance the warmth of the sleeping bag immensely, as it helps prevent air movement around the head/neck area. My camp pillow is stored and packed inside my sleeping bag for travel.

A stocking cap is standard equipment for me, with regard to sleeping gear. Above 70% of body heat is lost through the head. A good stocking cap, or beanie, as they are sometimes called, will greatly improve your body’s heat retention, making the sleeping bag more effective in that regard.

For “other” personal camp gear, I have made a list of things I generally have on hand, either on my person or in my saddle bags (remember, I consider saddle bags and pommel bags to be part of my primary saddle horse gear).

I find a good camp knife to be indispensable on a pack trip. Now, this may be a hunting-type knife worn in a belt sheath or a folding belt knife, such as made famous by Buck Knives. In my experience, this knife should have at least a 6 inch blade. A pocket knife is handy, but I find them too small to handle some jobs a marginally larger knife can handle easily. I have a very large Bowie-style camp knife I used to carry, but over the years I have gone to a folding Buck Knife, due to the convenience of carrying it in a small leather or nylon pouch on my belt. The Buck is significantly lighter than my old Bowie, which I made from a truck leaf spring and and a deer horn. However, the Bowie style knife has sufficient heft to be used in place of a camp hatchet, possibly eliminating the need for that piece of gear from the pack.

I have found a multi-tool, such as those made by Leatherman or Gerber, to be very useful on pack trips for handling makeshift gear repairs. Select one that has useful tools in it, such as a knife blade with a long, sharp tip, a strap cutter, scissors, file, screw driver heads, etc. Long-nosed pliers are a must – nothing is better for removing cactus spines.

My Leatherman and rope saw

Multi-tools made for specific trades or purposes sometimes contain tools that are rather useless or ineffective for horse packing purposes. For instance, a knife blade with a short, blunt tip is useless for making holes in a strap for a buckle tongue or making a bleed knot. I normally carry my multi-tool in the saddle bag.

Another small item I routinely carry in my saddle bag is a rope saw. This is a piece of wire or chain with small embedded teeth with a metal ring or nylon strap at each end. It is useful for cutting branches that may be difficult to access with a regular branch saw. I often do not carry my branch saw, but I always have my rope saw, just in case. They are quite inexpensive, very light, and come in a handy little nylon pouch. My dad once had an experience in which a rope saw was the only possibility for getting a horse out of  a tree unharmed…but that’s another story.

A small-caliber handgun is something I carry when a larger caliber handgun is not called for.  As stated in another post, I often carry my .45 Colt revolver when I ride, partly because it is “cowboy” and partly for personal protection from varmints (both animal and human varieties). However, when I do not carry my revolver, I carry a small handgun, either a .22LR or 380 Auto pistol. The primary purpose is to have it in case the need should arise to have to put an animal down.

A small caliber handgun is sufficient to humanely euthanize an injured horse or mule, if properly done. I have had the unfortunate experience of having a horse break a leg during a pack trip and having to put it down. I was glad I did not have to put my .45 Colt against my faithful friend’s head. However, that would have been far preferable to having to put him down by cutting his throat due to the lack of a firearm on the trip. I know people who have found themselves in that very unfortunate position.

Chaps or chinks are always handy on a pack trip. They not only protect your legs and clothing from branches and rocks, but they help keep your clothing clean as you handle horses and gear. My chaps have pockets situated on the front of the legs that are perfect for holding such items as cigarette lighters, chapstick, and my cell phone/camera. I use batwing chaps of my own manufacture. I find them to be protective, but not too hot for even summer wear. They are, in fact, quite cool to wear. They also shed water well to supplement my rain slicker. Chinks are just short chaps that come to just below the knees. They are cooler for summer wear, but still protect the legs and pants from offending branches and rocks. Chinks tend to be made of lighter leather and are generally much lighter in weight than chaps, but do little to protect the lower legs and boots in wet weather.

Personal emergency gear is always a must for horse packing. I include matches in a waterproof container and a liquid compass in my saddle or pommel bags. I also carry a flint/steel tool that will work when matches don’t, but you have to know how to use them. Cigarette lighters are handy, but they don’t function well at high altitudes and run out of fuel at the most inconvenient times. That is why I also carry matches. I carry small homemade fire starters made from paraffin with a wick in a small cup, such as an aluminum bottle cap. There are a number of ways to make fire starters, or you can purchase them in bags and carry a few with you. These also stay in my saddle bags. The liquid compass is my “don’t get lost” insurance. Smart phones are nice, but when they break or run out of battery, they aren’t much help. On longer pack trips, I also carry a paper map to supplement the USGS topo maps I download onto my cell phone.

Speaking of cell phones, not only are they useful for viewing maps and GPS apps, they have absolutely awesome cameras in them nowadays. However, it is easy to run out of memory space on them during a pack trip. If your phone has an SD card slot, make sure you bring extra memory cards. Now, since I have an iphone and its memory is not expandable, I bring along a GoPro 4 Silver to take most of my video footage. I carry several 64G memory cards and extra batteries as well. Always bring your own cords and cables for your electronic equipment, as your buddy with the charging gear may not have what you need. I covered my electronics in this post, but some of the information (such as pricing) is outdated.

A word or two about rain slickers. For many years I used a plastic rain slicker, partly because they were cheap and partly because I didn’t know any better (being an Arizona boy we rarely found need for them).  These are suitable for a pack trip only if you have nothing better. They tend to make you wet on the inside, while protecting you from rain on the outside, because they trap body moisture, and they are not durable.

I later graduated to the more durable and higher quality rubberized yellow slickers with the flannel liner. The flannel on the inside helps keep you a little drier, but the body moisture problem is still there. Better ones are made with a variety of vents to reduce the problem. I currently have three of these that I lend to friends when needed. These yellow slickers are fairly inexpensive, usually running under $50.

Several years ago I shot the wad and bought a very nice lightweight slicker made of a lightweight waterproof synthetic material, under the Muddy Creek label.

My slickers

It is a very nice slicker in a much more subtle brown color, with a vented back, vented underarms, and a zipper closure that works both directions (from the bottom and from the top). It is full-length, reaching past the tops of my boots when in the saddle or on the ground. It is full enough to cover the back of my saddle, whatever is tied behind my cantle, and most of my saddle bags. It can be unzipped from the bottom to accommodate my saddle horn while keeping my legs covered. It has velcro tabs to close the flap over the zipper for extra protection against moisture intrusion. If I have one complaint against this slicker, it is that its skirts blow in the wind, because it is so lightweight. However, it breathes very well and I find it quite comfortable in the rain or just wearing it as a wind breaker. When wearing it on the ground, care must be taken not to step on its skirts, because it is full-length. This handy little slicker ran me $199, not including shipping. Worth it? I don’t know. It rarely gets used, but when I need it, I’m glad I have it.

One thing the yellow slickers will do that my Muddy Creek will not do, is that they can be configured, using snap buttons, to split the backside and close the legs, almost like a body suit, thus protecting the legs both while on the ground or in the saddle.

I have never tried one of the “fish oil” slickers or “Aussie oilskin duster” style slickers. My dad has an Aussie style oilskin duster and he reports that under long rainy conditions, water will penetrate it.

I always carry a notepad and pen. Generally, I carry my journal with me as well, but on shorter rides, it’s just the notepad. You never know when you will need to leave a note somewhere, so that somebody knows what happened to you and where you went. A cell phone is handy, but they don’t always work out in the back country. I carry several ziplock sandwich bags in my saddle bags that may be used to protect a note left on a tree or in camp in an emergency.

My dad once ran away from home as a young boy. His grandfather told his worried grandmother, “Don’t worry! The first time he has to wipe his butt with a stick, he’ll head home!” There is wisdom in that for horse packing as well.  One should never depend on anyone else for his/her own supply of toilet paper. Always keep a personal supply in a waterproof container, such as a ziplock sandwich bag, in your saddle bag. A larger supply should be included as group camp gear, but never fail to keep your own personal supply in your gear.   In the same vein, wet wipes are handy to have on a pack trip as a means of personal hygiene when water is unavailable for bathing and hand washing.

The rest of the stuff is self-explanatory. I’m sure I have forgotten a few things and I’ll think of them later. I’ll edit this and the other posts in the series on horse packing gear as I think of things I forgot and insert them where appropriate. Check back now and again to see if anything new has appeared on any of the lists.

So, that’s my horse packing gear from start to finish. Hope it helps some of you get started on your own adventures.

Stay tuned for some posts that will go into more detail on particular subjects, such as pack-breaking horses, loading up, tying the Diamond Hitch, navigation, knot-tying, rope braiding, etc.  Let me know your questions and I will try to address them as soon as possible.

TH

 

Camp Gear for Horse Packing…

This is the third in a series of posts about my learning and experience in horse packing.

In this post we will cover general camp gear that I take on my horse pack trips. I have talked, in the previous posts, about saddle horse gear and pack animal gear. Now we’ll talk about the people gear.

Let’s start with lists.

Camp Gear:

  • Cooking and eating items
    • Aluminum or stainless steel cook kit (including at least two pots, a coffee pot, and a frying pan)
    • Single-burner propane cook stove
    • Propane cans and base
    • Metal silverware (fork, spoon, knife)
    • Spatula
    • Plastic cups (stackable are best)
    • Tin plates (one per person)
    • Dishwashing soap (biodegradable)
    • Rag (for dishwashing, etc)
    • Roll of paper towels
    • Salt and pepper and other spices
  • Camp utility items
    • foldable shovel (such as a military surplus pack shovel)
    • Camp axe or hatchet
    • Limb saw
    • Camp shower bag
    • Water filter and extra filter(s)
    • Solar chargers and associated cables
    • Accessory high-capacity batteries
    • GPS unit
    • Binoculars
    • Small caliber rifle and ammunition if small-game hunting is a possibility, large caliber rifle or shotgun and ammunition if in Grizzly Bear country
    • Plastic tarp (for rain protection in camp)
    • Canvas tarps (for pack protection and bed protection)
    • collapsible water bucket
    • Nose bags for horse feed
    • Fence tool and a few T-post clip
    • Farrier kit
    • First Aid kit

When I first started horse packing, the temptation to say, “The horse will be carrying it,” was strong, so I packed not only what I thought I would need,  but also what I might need, and then some of what I probably wouldn’t need, but thought I might just take anyway, because if I did need it, it would be nice to have. However, at the end of the first leg of my Mexico-to-Canada horse pack trip, when Dad and I went over our gear and took inventory of what we really needed, as evidenced by what we actually used, I started seeing the folly of taking along unnecessary camp and personal gear.

For example, I packed a small camp lantern that used a special canister of fuel and had a tiny little globe and an itsy-bitsy mantle in side. We never even unboxed the thing during the entire trip. When we got home and unpacked, I found the thing smashed to bits, still in its box.

So, over the intervening years, I have put together a list of gear that I actually use on my horse pack trips.

Starting with the cooking gear seems to flow well. Not a lot is required for the kind of horse packing I do. Again, this is for long-distance packing and not for packing in to a base camp. Think of my style of horse packing like you would a long-distance backpacking trip. You go light, utilitarian, and discard what you don’t really need.

For my pack trips, I have relied heavily upon dehydrated and freeze-dried foods. These require re-hydration with boiling water. In order to prepare a decent meal, I have found that two cooking pots are nice to have, so that two different courses can be prepared simultaneously. Actually, it’s not quite simultaneous – one can be cooling while the other is cooking. Remember, we are using a single-burner cook stove.

My packing cook kit

I have also found a small frying pan, the one that comes with the cook kit I like, to be useful for breakfast foods, such as dehydrated eggs and hash browns. A small spatula comes in handy for turning those foods, as well. A coffee pot is also handy to have around. It can be placed on a fire to heat water while cooking is done on the burner.

I use a single-burner Coleman stove that is attached directly to the propane can. I use the normal propane cans that can be purchased  just about anywhere. Walmart is a good source. The particular stove I use hasn’t been manufactured in many years, though. It is small in diameter and virtually indestructible, which is why I still have it after all these years. I bought it as a Boy Scout when I was about 12 years old. The modern single-burners are quite a bit larger and don’t seem to work any better. I have one of those as well. I took both burners on the first leg of the M2C trip, thinking it would be nice to be able to have two burners going at once – cooking on one and hot chocolate water on the other – but in practice, we didn’t use it. Now I take just the smaller one.

Metal silverware is very handy. It doesn’t melt if it gets too close to the flame, cools quickly, cleans easily, and bends instead of breaking. I like the sets that fit together into one (left) the best. Each person keeps his/her own. I keep mine in my saddle bags

Camp silverware

I have a large porcelain covered steel cup that I have had since I was a kid, which I used to take on all my camp trips. I had a nylon thong with a metal clip tied to it, with which I would clip it to the outside of my backpack, so as to have it handy at all times. I have since decided that plastic stackable cups are much handier. Besides, the ones I use also have volume measurement marks on them, so they are handy for measuring when making meals from dehydrated ingredients.

To round out my cook gear, I take along a rag and a small squirt bottle of biodegradable dishwashing soap. The rag also helps keep the pots and pans from rattling, once they are packed back into their kit. A rag makes less trash than paper towels. However, I have found that a roll of paper towels tossed into the packs sure comes in handy now and again for the cook.

Finally, no camp cook gear would be complete without salt and pepper containers. I prefer plastic ones with snap-on caps. That keeps the salt and pepper in its place and seals them from moisture.

Now for the general camp gear.

The first leg of our big pack trip took us through the deserts of southern Arizona and up through the elevations of the Chiricahua Mountain range. Not knowing what to expect, but having learned by experience that most trails in the USFS and BLM lands are not well maintained, I thought a camp axe and limb saw would be important to us. That turned out to be the case. There was at least one day in the Chiricahuas during which we spent more time clearing dead trees from the trail than actually traveling on the trail. We would never have made it through without our axe and saw.

My 16″ and 26″ Estwing pack axes.

However, when packing in lower areas, or in areas that are well-traveled and maintained, such as on a trip I took through the Bob Marshall Wilderness Area, a camp axe was more of a luxury than a necessity. However, a camp hatchet was quite useful in making camp firewood. A good camp knife, of the Bowie style, was also quite useful, but that is considered to be personal gear, rather than general camp gear.

Having said all that, I will note here that during the first leg of our Mexico-to-Canada horse pack trip, which took exactly 28 days and spanned 355 miles, we built exactly five camp fires. Prior to the trip, both Dad and I had visions in our heads of father and son, sitting by the camp fire, talking about the mysteries of life. Fact is, we were so tired at the end of each day, except on rest days, that we just made dinner and hit the sack! The conclusion being, a camp axe or hatchet as camp gear is useful depending on the terrain, vegetation, and travel you will be doing. If your potential firewood is nothing more than juniper branches or greasewood twigs, you can break those with your hands and feet. If you don’t think you’ll need an axe or hatchet, don’t take it.

The same can be said for the limb saw. I have one that slings comfortably beneath my stirrup leather in its sheath, but it seldom gets removed. It’s useful for clearing smaller trees from the trail and for making firewood, but its primary use is pruning trees along the trail for trail maintenance. So, the purpose of your travel comes into play here. If you are horse packing with the intent to accumulate trail maintenance hours for your Back Country Horsemen Association, it’s a handy tool.

My limb saw

A foldable shovel is useful for a number of things, not the least of which is digging a hole and burying your morning business affairs, before heading out for the day. It is also useful for preparing a bed area at camp, as well as a safety measure alongside your camp fire. I never take a horse pack trip without one.

Foldable mil-surplus shovel

Mine is a foldable military surplus style shovel. I used to have a canvas military surplus cover for it, but that article is now laying somewhere along the Mogollon Rim on the General Crook Trail in Arizona. Since I lost it, I have found the cover to be superfluous – just extra weight. I don’t miss it.

Modern horse packing differs markedly from the old days, particularly with regard to the electronics we like to take along. I have found a cellular telephone is not only a handy safety device, with regard to communication, but a wonderful camera. I have found my iphone 7 to be indispensable on my pack trips.  In fact, most of the photos you see on my website were taken with an iphone. I have a protective cover on mine, but it is not waterproof. I keep it in a pocket in my jeans or in my chaps, where it remains safe from moisture and from harsh treatment that might damage it. It is also always handy to pull out for that once-in-a-lifetime photo opportunity.

I also have a DeLorme/Garmin GPS unit that communicates with my iphone. My unit not only tracks my location and travel data, but also allows me to send and receive texts via satellite, so I can let my wife and my mom know where I am and that I’m ok (I’m 60 years old, but she still worries about me).

DeLorme InReach Explorer

It also enables my other followers, here on Western Trail Rider, to follow my progress in real-time, by clicking on the “Trail Map” button on the main menu of this website. The subscription rate for those services is quite high and the minimum time frame is one month, so I don’t enable them on every trip.

The various electronic devices one might take on a pack trip require power. I have started carrying large-capacity accessory batteries on my pack trips, which allow my iphone and GPS unit to be recharged two or three times before the accessory battery needs recharging. I have three solar panels, ranging from 10 to 13 amps each, made by Goal Zero, which I use to recharge things when possible at camp.

My solar panels

However, I have found their usefulness to be limited, due to the fact that I try to be making tracks each morning by 9:00am and don’t normally stop to make camp until around 4:00pm or so. At those times, the sun is at such an angle that there is insufficient charging time to make any progress in charging my accessory batteries or devices. These panels are most useful on rest days, when I can set them out all day long and change their angle periodically to keep them directed as much as possible toward full sun. Of course, their usefulness depends on sunshine. Clouds spoil everything.

I have also, occasionally tied a solar panel onto the back of my saddle, over the saddle bags and successfully put enough charge into my cell phone to keep it alive, but it is not very efficient, as there is little ability to keep it faced directly in to the sun.

Solar panel tied behind the saddle

I have found the bag-style water filtration systems to be excellent for my style of horse packing. You simply fill the bag with water and hang it on a tree in camp. One bag will fill two military style canteens and do for cooking needs for the evening. A straw-type or pump filtration system takes a long time to fill anything, but they are handy to have when no running water can be found. I have found that unless the water is very clean to begin with, the filters in any of these systems will not last very long. In the higher elevations of Arizona, where we found no running streams, Dad and I resorted to getting our drinking water from stock ponds, filtering it through paper towels held on a bandana, before boiling it. Surprisingly, it didn’t taste too bad. I’d hate to have to do that in an area with a lot of cattle, though. The bag filter I prefer is made by Katadyne, but there are a number of good brand names available.

I own a camp shower bag, although I have never used it. I guess this is an optional thing, depending on your personal needs/desires. I have bathed in streams and puddles, but have never used the shower bag. Guess I should try it sometime. The extra space and weight to carry it along is negligible.

I have traditionally used canvas tarps to cover my panniers on pack trips, then tied everything together with a diamond hitch. However, with hard panniers, particularly when there was no threat of rain, I have simply hung the panniers and put a top-pack over them, strapping the top-pack on with it’s own straps. I still carry the canvas tarps, however, because I use them for my bed. My tarps measure about 7X8 feet or 8X10 feet (I have two sizes) and they are made of heavy canvas, 18 ounce or so, and treated.

When I make up my bed area, I clear out offending rocks and clumps, create a shallow dip for my hips, then lay down a canvas tarp. Over the canvas, I then lay down a couple saddle pads, then my sleeping pad and bag on top of that. I use a good camping air mattress and a good, lightweight sleeping bag. I then cover them with a second canvas tarp. This arrangement keeps my bed warm and dry, even in a steady rain. When the canvas gets wet, it tightens and stiffens up. I can then kick up under it and it forms a dome over my sleeping bag and effectively runs the water off.

Our bedding, perfect for viewing the stars

On a recent trip, however, a friend introduced me to the military surplus Gore Tex sleeping bag systems. These systems include a good sleeping bag with an outer Gore Tex cover that has water resistant zip and snap closures. I bought one and have found it to be pretty darn unbeatable as a sleeping system. I now place my air pad and sleeping bag inside the outer Gore Tex cover and just leave them there, rolling the whole shebang up together. The unit packs easily on top of a pack animal or left loose inside a top pack and adequately protects the sleeping bag and air pad. I may eventually stop taking my canvas tarps altogether, because they weigh a ton!

A plastic tarp is light weight and very handy for a rain fly when needed. It is also useful for covering pack gear while in camp to keep the dew and little critters out of the panniers. I usually carry a plastic tarp in the 10X12 size range.

Camp on the Gila River

Coming down the home stretch, I have always carried a set of binoculars with me on my pack trips. I have used them for everything from spotting game, to trying to locate landmarks, trails, and roads. Having said that, I do not consider them to be a necessity, but a desired luxury item. I like to have them along, but I seldom get them out and use them.

Now for the firearms. I generally take a handgun, worn on a gun belt. I prefer my replica 1873 Colt revolver in .45 Colt. I like it because it is a cowboy weapon and keeps with my penchant for old-time stuff. I even made the holster for it. Why do I carry it? Mostly because I like to. I have never needed it on the trail, and if I needed it for bear protection, I hope it’s not a Grizzly, because that’s just not the right caliber for that kind of threat. It is a reasonable caliber for self-protection and for plinking, and could be used to put down an injured animal, but not at all practical for much else on a horse pack trip. It’s just my preference. It’s cowboy!

I have often carried a .22 LR lever-action rifle on my pack trips, particularly when there was the possibility of small game hunting for camp meat. I have never actually bagged any small game on my pack trips, however, on one trip I was very glad I had it along. During 2016, while on a pack trip, my primary saddle horse got tangled in his lead rope in the middle of the night and panicked. Before I could free him, he had broken his front left leg. It broke my heart to have to put him down that night. I was glad I had the .22 LR rifle with which to put him down, rather than to have to put a .45 Colt bullet into his head.

The collapsible water bucket is handy around the camp for fire safety and occasionally for watering the horses. The nose feed bags come in handy for feeding pelletized feed, when it becomes necessary to haul feed for the stock. In some parks, feed bags are required, so as not to spread non-native plant seeds and waste in the environment. They also keep horses from wasting feed. They are light and don’t take up much space, so if I have to carry feed with me, I always carry them.

A tool Dad and I have found indispensable on our back-country camp  trips is a good fence tool. In the back country, particularly when bushwhacking (no trail), coming upon a fence line can be a game-changer. Now most ranchers will make a gap/gate in a fence line at reasonable places where they can pass cattle through the fence line, but in the past few years, the Bureau of Land Management has built some fences that go for miles upon miles without a gate in sight. In such cases you have the choice of wasting as much as an entire day trying to find a gap in the fence or you can use your handy fence tool to remove a few fence clips or pull a few nails and lay down the fence to allow your horses to cross over. It’s not as difficult as it may sound. You simply look for a rise in the terrain, where the fence’s tension will tend to pull the fence wires down, remove the fence clips from three or four T-posts, or nails from wooden posts, then have one of your group stand on the wires while your stock passes over.  Afterward, you simply reattach the fence wires to the posts and go on your way, leaving the fence probably better than before.

On my longer horse pack trips I will carry a minimal farrier kit. The kit includes basic stuff: a shortened rasp (handle cut off), a hoof knife, a hammer, and a small box of #5 city head shoe nails. Other items may be added to taste, but these basic tools will get you through in a pinch. On very long trips, I also take spare shoes, one for the front and one for the rear for each horse. These spares have been pre-formed and labeled for each horse. On one pack trip that lasted more than 15 days, I replaced three shoes on two horses. On another pack trip my own horse lost three shoes and I had no spares to replace them. Luckily, by taking it easy on him, we were able to make it back out to our destination. For the benefit of those who swear by barefoot horses, a barefoot horse carrying a load will not make a long pack trip. Take it from me. One or two days max in our western mountains without shoes or you risk bruising the soles of their hooves and causing abscesses or road founder. That is for horses. Mules can go longer unshod under most circumstances. I had one pack mule that lasted about 170 miles before her hooves wore so short and she became so tender, she had to be shod.

A first aid kit for both the stock and the humans is a necessity. Without going into everything in my kit, I will mention just a few things. I carry bandaids, of course, and larger bandages for humans, as well as gauze and wraps for horses. I have pre-packaged suture kits to close cuts. I carry antibiotic salves for both horses and humans, as well as a home made sulphur and alum “yellow medicine” concoction we came across many years ago from an old horseman, that is useful and effective for healing scrapes, rub sores, and minor cuts on horses and humans (I will give that recipe in another post at some point) and a container of bute for the horses. I like the powdered bute that is mixed with water in a large syringe and administered by squirting it down the horse’s throat. They will often not eat pills or powder mixed into their feed, so it’s hard to know whether they got a full dose. I also carry a bottle of penicillin and a #20 hypodermic in case of serious infection (I once had a mare get stuck in one of her teets by a mesquite thorn, which became infected and swelled up nearly the size of a football overnight), however penicillin should be refrigerated, so you may have to toss it after the pack trip. Learn how to use these medications. Don’t just experiment and see what happens.

My first aid kit is contained in a plastic ammo box container that has proven to be very durable, riding in the bottom of a pannier.

So, that’s a pretty complete list of my general camp gear for my style of horse packing. I’m sure I’m forgetting a few things, but then I figure they’re probably items I can live without for a week or so. 🙂

Next up: Personal camp gear.  Stay tuned.

One of our few camp fires

TH

Coming Off the Horse…

On a recent trail ride, my horse stumbled and fell over going up a steep incline and I came out of the saddle right at the crest and ended up sitting on a pile of low growing cactus.

Picking cactus out of my posterior

While there was enough humor in the situation to go around the group, I broke one of my cardinal rules for trail safety:

Stay on top of the horse!

In thinking about what happened, I decided that topic might just make a good blog post and that others might benefit from some of my experience and learning. I have heard it said, “When you make a mistake, all is not lost. You can always be used as a bad example.” Well, here is my bad example.

I often hear people tell horrible stories about how they “came off the horse” and were injured. People tell me how they were “bucked off” their horse or how their horse “threw” them. However, when I have watched things happen in real-time, as well as when I have seen unscripted videos from accidents on the trail, I consistently find that what normally happens is the rider dives off the horse during or just after the third buck.  Now, I recognize that there are, indeed, times when a horse really goes to rodeo-ing, such that even a young seasoned rider would have a tough time “sticking” it, but most of the time the rider bails.

There are other times when there is no bucking or misbehavior involved at all, but a horse missteps or stumbles or falls crossing a trail obstacle, such as what happened with me above, and the rider comes off. Many times the fall or stumble is not violent or even dangerous, but the rider, due to age, inexperience, or other factors, may not be able to stay in the saddle…or, again, they may simply bail.

Now, it is an undisputed fact that one is seldom injured by the actual bucking, stumbling, or even falling of the horse, but rather injuries occur when the rider hits the ground after they leave the horse’s back.

It is an instinctual thing with us humans, to try to avoid injury by avoiding the thing that appears to be the danger. The problem with leaving the horse’s back, is that we mistakenly see the horse as the danger, rather than the contact with the ground. Our instinctive thought is something like, “Wow! This horse is bucking! I better get off or I’m going to get hurt!” Or, alternatively, “Oh my! This horse is going to fall, I better jump off, before I get hurt!”

We don’t actually have these thoughts in words, because when something we perceive as dangerous happens, we enter a syndrome called the “Fight or Flight” syndrome. This causes various involuntary things to happen within our body and causes us to act on instinct, rather than rational thought.  We simply act. We can, however, train ourselves to overcome this syndrome through practice, forethought, and a conscious effort to stay in the saddle.

The horse is not nearly as dangerous as hitting the ground. The ground is the danger! In most circumstances, injury could be avoided by the rider staying in the saddle, no matter how bad it gets. Even if the horse falls down and the rider cannot stay in the saddle, the rider is then falling off from ground level, rather than from 6 feet in the air.

The exception to this rule is when the ground is closer than what the horse is about to jump or fall off of! There are definitely times when one should “ride loose in the saddle” in order to unload quickly, should the horse slip or fall off a steep trail, such as the one below:

When I am coaching riders with regard to trail riding safety, however, I teach that one should do everything possible to stay in the saddle and ride the incident through, when steep terrain is not an issue. That is particularly true when the horse may be stumbling with footing through a difficult obstacle. Just stay in the saddle and try not to make matters worse. Stay balanced, so the horse can regain its footing and stand back up. Panic is your enemy, as well as the horse’s. Panic will always make matters worse.

If a horse is misbehaving, the worst thing one can do, training-wise, is to dismount. Horses learn from the release of pressure, rather than from training cues themselves. In other words, when a rider gives a cue to ask the horse to do something, in the horse’s mind, it is simply trying to figure out how to make that particular cue, or pressure, go away. When a horse misbehaves and the rider dismounts, the horse learns how to get the rider off its back. The issue will arise more and more often, will increase in intensity, and it will start to happen under the worst possible circumstances. Undoing that training mistake is sometimes very difficult.

Take a minute to watch this sequence from the movie, Monty Walsh:

Having said all that, there are times when bailing – jumping off – is the right course of action. However, those times are rare. A rider is less likely to end up injured by just staying in the saddle and riding the matter out. I teach my students that their chances of getting hurt are greatly reduced if they will make every effort to stay on top of the horse! I teach them to settle their minds well in advance, that they will make every effort to stay in that saddle, so that when that difficult situation occurs, they can overcome that instinctual temptation to jump off.

Have fun watching this video of some Native American boys having a good time staying in the saddle:

TH

Another Leg of My Mexico-to-Canada Pack Trip Coming Up…

Another leg of my Mexico-to-Canada horse pack trip is coming up in May. A couple friends and I will be horse packing from Flagstaff, near where Dad and I stopped in 2016, to the South Rim of the Grand Canyon. Actually, we’ll be stopping this leg at Tusayan, but may take a day and ride a few of the equine trails in the Grand Canyon National Park along the South Rim. This leg, as close as I can calculate, will be about 108 miles. We’ll start making tracks from Flagstaff on May 13…if all goes according to plan.

The next leg will take me through the Grand Canyon and up to the AZ/UT border, east of Kanab, Utah. Not sure just when I’ll be making that trip. Hopefully this fall or next spring. Once across the “big ditch,” I should be able to make two or three legs per year and maybe get this whole thing done before I’m too old to ride!

So, I thought I’d write a post about horse packing gear and what I’ve learned so far, in the 555 miles I’ve packed from the US/Mexico Border in Arizona to Flagstaff.

A pack trip such as this, in which I travel from one place to another, and then another, never spending more than one or two nights in the same camp, is a little different than one in which an outfitter packs into a base camp, from which riders ride out and return each day.  For instance, packing to a base camp might include a pack kitchen, complete with stove and maybe even limited cabinet space, while my camp kitchen consists of a single-burner on a propane can. Whereas the outfitter’s meal plan might include such luxuries as chile con carne and beef steak, mine is normally re-hydrated foods, including soups, stews, or scrambled eggs, and jerky. I don’t pack a tent, but sleep under a canvas tarp, whereas an outfitter would pack wall tents for his guests. Non-horse folks might equate the two different methodologies to family camping with a camp trailer and long-distance backpacking.

On this and related following posts, I will be talking only from my experience with regard to long-distance horse packing. Your mileage may vary, so to speak.

In this post, I’ll talk about the primary gear for the saddle stock, the stuff that carries the stuff on the riding horse. Here’s a list of my primary gear:

  • Riding saddle
  • Bridle
  • Halter and lead rope
  • Saddle pad
  • Breast strap
  • Crupper or britchin’ (optional)
  • Saddle bags
  • Pommel bags
  • Hobbles
  • Brush and/or curry comb

The riding saddle for a long-distance pack trip should be a well-made, sturdy saddle. I do not recommend saddles with flexible trees, such as are sometimes marketed for gaited horses, with claims that they flex to move with the horse. I have seen some serious saddle sores caused by saddles of this type. They tend to flex width-wise, such that the weight of the rider sits directly on the horse’s spine, right under the cantle. I recommend a saddle with rawhide covered wood tree, with a gullet width and bar angle suitable for your horse. The style of saddle (Wade, Association, etc) doesn’t really matter, except that it should have saddle strings for tying on saddle bags, pommel bags, slicker, jacket, etc.  Show saddles normally lack good saddle strings. The saddle should fit the rider comfortably. A saddle with a seat length too short will become very uncomfortable to the rider within a few miles. Aussie stock saddles are quite comfortable, when properly sized for the rider, however, the inexpensive ones have very lightweight trees that are not very strong. They can fail under stress and cannot be loaded heavily with the rider’s personal gear.  A riding saddle need not be expensive, but should be of good make and condition.

My used “Utahn” (maker) saddle

I bought my saddle used, in good condition, for under $400. It is probably over 60 years old, but it would be the equivalent of a modern new saddle in the $3500 range.

The saddle cinch is something I have carefully considered and experimented with. I use only 17 or 19 strand mohair cinches. I have not yet tried cinches made of alpaca, but they appear to be very similar to mohair. Cotton saddle cinches tend to stretch when wet and can become too loose during a long day of riding. I stay away from the wide roping-style cinches (right below). They are too wide and tend to cause rub sores behind the horse’s elbows. I absolutely stay away from neoprene and felt cinches, which also tend to rub sores on the horses, behind the elbows. These cinches also tend to hold moisture and heat against the horse, making them uncomfortable for the horse during a long day under saddle.

Mohair Cinches from Buckaroo Trading Company

The standard 17-strand mohair cinch (left) is the gold standard for me. I have never had a horse develop a serious cinch sore from a mohair cinch. They stretch very little, pass water and heat quickly, and dry quickly. They are easy to clean and return to near-new condition after being washed in a bucket of water with a little soap.

The saddle pad should be of good quality. I prefer a 3/4″ wool felt saddle pad. Mine happens to be made by Five Star, but there are less expensive saddle pads available through various sellers that would work nearly as well.

My Five Star wool felt saddle pads after cleaning

My second choice would be a mohair saddle pad. These pads are quite firm and hold their shape well. They also wick sweat away from the horse’s flesh and they dry quickly. Avoid thick, pillowy saddle pads. These pads are not suitable for long-distance travel. I also recommend against neoprene and other synthetic materials for a saddle pad. Just like the cinches, they tend to hold moisture and heat against the horse and can cause saddle sores during long miles under saddle. Some people have brought it to my attention that the US Calvary in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, used only a folded wool blanket for a saddle pad. It should be remembered that calvary soldiers traveled very lightly loaded and it was their practice to ride for about an hour, then dismount and walk for about an hour. You won’t be doing that on a horse pack trip. I also caution against over-padding, such as using a too-thick saddle pad, even one of wool felt or mohair. A too-thick saddle pad will cause a well-fit saddle to fit too tightly on the horse’s withers and can cause pressure points and possibly saddle sores.

While some people adamantly recommend break-away halters and lead ropes, in my opinion those items have no place on a horse pack trip. You simply cannot have your horse break away in the night and head back to the trailhead that might be 50 miles away. I always use heavy-duty nylon flat-braid halters with welded steel or brass rings and buckles. I have also found that the weak link in an otherwise heavy-duty setup is the lead rope buckle. I have eliminated the buckles from my lead ropes. I make my own lead ropes from 5/8″ poly rope, into which I braid a loop in one end and a return on the tail. The rope I prefer can be purchased by the foot from Rigging Warehouse. A horse cannot break it, yet it becomes soft to the feel with wear and is quite comfortable in the hand. The halters I prefer come from Outfitter’s Supply. These allow the lead to be attached on a side ring for pack animals and under the chin for a horse under bridle.

The bridle for a trail horse should be simple and sturdy. I prefer a bridle made from 5/8″ or 3/4″ harness leather with a browband and throatlatch. I prefer split reins of 5/8″ harness or latigo leather, at least 6′ long, although I knot them together, so I can lay them on the horse’s neck when I need to use both hands on something else. These reins tend to have a comfortable feel and balance in my hand. I use a curb bit marketed by Robart, which has proven to be comfortable and effective on my gaited horses. I occasionally use a braided rawhide bosal for training, but I do not use any form of bitless bridle for horse packing or trail riding. This is a personal preference for me, as I consider it to be a safety issue.

I consider a breast strap to be standard gear for horse packing. It keeps a heavily loaded saddle from slipping too far to the rear on a sweaty back when moving uphill. I prefer a mohair breast strap, because it passes moisture away from the horse and dries quickly. I have found that a heavy leather breast strap, such as is used for cattle work, will wear sores on the horse’s breast as it gets wet from sweat and gathers grit from the ride.  I currently use a breast strap made by Hilason, but have still gotten mild sores on my horse’s breast during a long pack trip. The rub sores come from the leather medallion in the center of the breast strap. I intend to fabricate my own breast straps with no leather medallion and see how they perform. Keep an eye on my website, because if they work, I may offer them for sale to my followers.

A crupper or britchin’ is an optional accessory. A crupper is made to hold a saddle in position on the horse’s back when moving downhill.

A crupper is a useful training tool

They are effective for trail riding, but I do not use them on long pack trips, as they can wear sores under the horse’s tail. I also use a crupper for training my trail horses, because it teaches a horse not to be too concerned when a lead rope gets pulled up under its tail. For those horses or mules that are “mutton-withered” (rounded withers) or slight shouldered, that allow the saddle to move too far forward when moving downhill, requiring the cinch to be uncomfortably tight, a britching or “butt strap” is useful. My horses have sufficient shoulders and withers to keep the saddle in place under normal circumstances, so I do not use them on my saddle stock on pack trips.

Accessories such as saddle bags and pommel bags are useful on trail rides and pack trips, but care must be taken not to overload the horse. I usually put in them things I may need to access during a day of riding. I carry lunch and snack items for the day, as well as several survival/emergency items, such as a compass, waterproof matches, cigarette lighter, and flashlight. On pack trips I also may carry a change of clothing  in my saddle bags, unless there is sufficient room in a pack pannier.  For trail rides I may also carry water bottles in saddle or pommel bags, but on a pack trip I use a military canteen hanging on the saddle horn. For pack trips I also carry a power pack for my electronic accessories, such as my iphone and Garmin GPS unit.

Canvas saddle bags from Outfitter’s Supply

I prefer leather pommel bags, but I have used canvas saddle bags for many years and have found them satisfactory. I like the canvas saddle bags with heavy flat-braid nylon or leather straps and metal buckles. I do not like plastic buckles, due to their propensity to break when you need them most.

I do not like the saddle bag/cantle bag combinations units, as they are not convenient for what I carry on my saddle during pack trips. I prefer saddle bags over which I can tie a slicker and coat without having a cantle bag in the way.  A few year ago, I purchased a very large set of saddle bags, made of a heavy synthetic “bear cloth” material. They are very handy, due to their large capacity, but it is easy to overload the horse with them and I am careful to watch what I put in them. The same is true of many of the high-capacity pommel bags commonly offered by various makers.

My extra large Smith and Edwards saddle bags

The final item for this post is a short discussion about hobbles. It is important for a horse intended for trail and/or pack trips to be trained to hobbles. Hobbles restrain the front legs and are handy for allowing a horse to graze during breaks and in the mornings and evenings on pack trips. However, hobbles should not be used to allow a horse to graze overnight. Most horses will learn to move along pretty well, despite their front legs being hobbled. As they do so, they tend to wear sores on their pasterns from the hobbles. Many people fix the hobbles to the cannon area of the legs to avoid the sores on the pasterns, but my experience is that the hobbles will eventually end up on the pasterns anyway.

Years ago, I spent a bunch of money for several sets of very nicely made leather hobbles. I still have them in storage, most of them unused. They quickly wear sores on my horses, to the degree that I consider them unusable. Besides that, they are bulky and heavy. I have used flat-braid nylon hobbles with some success, as they are easy to clean and maintain and are durable, but, again, if left on too long, or if the horse tends to move around a lot while grazing, they will wear sores on the pasterns. The best hobbles I have come across were made by my dad from a soft nylon rope we found along the trail. I keep a pair of those in my saddle bags at all times. They let my horses know they are hobbled, but allow some freedom of movement. They are light enough that they do not wear sores on the pasterns. They are light, easy to clean,  and easy to store in my saddle bags.

My “dad-made” hobbles

That’s about what I consider to be my primary gear for my saddle horse for horse packing, based on my experience. In future posts we’ll talk about camp gear and personal gear to fill out our equipment lists.

Next post we’ll discuss primary gear for the pack stock.

TH

I Had a Good Day Yesterday…

March 2, 2019

I got up early…but not too early, had breakfast, hitched up my trailer, and headed out to see the horses. I enlisted the help of my son-in-law to help me catch-up Oreo, who was to be taken to Harrisville, Utah to meet her prospective new owner, Cindy Boccia. Oreo is a little reluctant when it comes to being caught in a big pasture, so I knew it would take a few minutes. After allowing the six horses to run around the 3-1/2 acres for a while, they finally decided they’d had enough fun and games and settled down to be caught – Oreo last of all. We haltered and tied each one, after which Oreo stood to be haltered.

We loaded Oreo and Apollo into the trailer and I headed north toward Kaysville, where I picked up Jon Tanner and his yearling filly, Luna. Since we were to meet the Brand Inspector at Cindy’s place, we decided to bring Luna along to get her inspection done as well.

Once at Cindy’s place in Harrisville, both Luna and Apollo received their brand inspection. While that was going on, Cindy and I let Oreo out into her smallest corral, which was probably about a 75′ diameter round pen with a run-in shed on one end, so that Cindy could see how Oreo is to catch. After just a little effort, Oreo stood for me to halter her. She has been improving in that area over the past month or so, but she is still stand-offish. I am sure she will continue to improve and will eventually come to be haltered, under Cindy’s care.

Cindy, Jon, and I then loaded Apollo and Oreo back into the trailer and the three of us headed back to Kaysville, where we dropped Luna and loaded Jon’s Missouri Fox Trotter mare, Maya (Luna’s dam).  We then headed over to Antelope Island State Park for an afternoon ride.

Looking out toward Buffalo Point near White Rock Bay

For those unfamiliar with Antelope Island, it is an island in the southeastern part of the Great Salt Lake in Utah. Over the years, the State of Utah has used it as a breeding ground for the state’s herd of buffalo, antelope, and bighorn sheep. Each year the state holds a buffalo roundup, where they gather the buffalo, cut out the surplus and sell them at auction.  The roundup has gained national fame and multitudes of people with their faithful steeds gather to participate. Registration for the event is held online and the available slots are filled many months in advance. The populations of buffalo and other animals are left to run wild, but are managed closely for health and numbers.  The park service has created a number of trails for equine, foot, and bicycle traffic on the island, making it a prime trail riding experience for those who enjoy a relaxing day ride, while being able to view wild buffalo and other wildlife of the island. For further information, see their web page at:

https://stateparks.utah.gov/parks/antelope-island/

Between the ears, looking at a buffalo herd

Just a word of caution, buffalo are dangerous critters and they have no tolerance for the intrepid rider coming in among their herd. Do not think of them as cattle! Always stay well clear of them. There are more human deaths in Yellowstone National Park from buffalo attacks than from bear attacks!

The weather was not perfect, by any means, however. It was cold and a little breezy, with gray winter clouds hanging low over the mountain tops. We were unable to see the Wasatch mountains east of us. However, the temperatures were not too bad for riding, as long as one wore a couple layers and a good coat.  We saw several other horse trailers parked in the White Rock Bay parking lot, but encountered no other horses on the trail.

As the real purpose for this ride was to allow Cindy to get acquainted with Oreo, we planned for only a couple hours on the trail. There are a number of trail options, each differing in distance and elevation changes. We chose one that would take us around one of the hills on the island, offering nice views, both of the landscape and several small herds of Buffalo. There were slight uphill and downhill grades, as well as some long flat stretches where we let the horses stretch out their legs and get into gait for a ways.

Cindy getting acquainted with Oreo

As both Oreo and Apollo are Tennessee Walking Horses, Cindy and I put our horses (she on Oreo and I on Apollo) into their traditional running-walk, for which the Tennessee Walker is famous, while I coached Cindy a little on how to recognize the various gaits and how to teach her horse to select and stay in the running-walk. Oreo has been unschooled for a number of years and prefers a stepping-pace. She will need some correction to learn to stay in her very nice running-walk. Cindy picked it up quickly and will have Oreo gaiting perfectly within a short while.

Cindy on Oreo and me on Apollo

We discovered that Oreo wasn’t familiar with velcro. Cindy went to pull out her water bottle and when Oreo heard the velcro come loose, she shied and side-stepped a bit.  She also became a little uneasy at some bicycles, but was easy to handle, even when being skittish. Cindy handled her well under all situations.

Apollo, still a bit unsure on the trail, shied at a row of monster horse-eating boulders at the trailhead, but I was able to convince him to walk between them. Thereafter, he was fine. He shied along with Oreo at some bicycles, but handled the whole situation quite well. The bicyclists were very accommodating, in allowing us to have the horses stand and observe the fearful objects until they realized they were harmless.

So it turned out to be a good trail training day for both Oreo and Apollo and a nice exercise ride for Maya.

As the weather began to deteriorate, we headed back to the trailer, arriving just ahead of the snow. By the time we were headed back to Harrisville, the weather had taken a turn for the worst and we found ourselves driving through poor visibility and falling snow. Still the roads were not bad, just wet.

Me on Apollo (L) and Jon Tanner on Maya

Jon and I dropped Cindy and Oreo off at her place in Harrisville, where she and I prepared all the paperwork for the transfers of ownership for Oreo and Apollo. Once Cindy has had Oreo a while and has decided they will make a great pair on the trail, she will send in the paperwork to the Utah Department of Agriculture and Food and the ownership transfers for Oreo and Apollo will be finalized. As always, with my horses, I offer a 30-day trial period, during which the prospective owner may evaluate the horse, and if, for any reason, they do not feel the horse is right for them, I will take the horse back and refund the purchase price. In this instance, the purchase price is Apollo. Cindy and I have agreed on a trade, horse for horse.

Jon and I then headed back for Kaysville, but took a slight detour en route for a nice Philly Cheesesteak sandwich at a local sandwich shop.

After dropping Jon and Maya at his place in Kaysville, I headed back south for Salem. When I arrived home, it was snowing heavily and the roads were beginning to get slick. After dropping Apollo at the pasture, I nearly jack-knifed my trailer while making a turn into my neighborhood. Luckily, I was moving slowly and a little pressure on the gas pedal straightened everything right out. It was nearing 8:30pm when I backed my trailer into its place at home. I was glad to be back home to enjoy a warm evening indoors with my good wife.

It was a good day all the way around.

Me on Apollo, my new 16HH Tennessee Walker gelding

 

A Training Ride and an Invitation

I am going forward with my plans to make another short segment of my Mexico-to-Canada horse pack trip. In May this year, I will make the passage from Flagstaff, Arizona to the Grand Canyon National Park. I will not be crossing the canyon on this trip, but will stop at Tusayan.

In 2015, my dad and I made our way from the US/Mexico border to Dad’s hometown of Eagar, Arizona, by mountain trails, deserts, and backroads. That leg came to 355 miles, measured by GPS, and took us 28 days. I documented that trip in several blog posts that are available for your reading pleasure on this site. It is difficult to express in words how much I treasure that experience with my father. He and I had been talking and dreaming about making such a horse pack trip since I was in high school. Dad turned 81 years old just after we finished that trip.

Starting point, tied to the US/Mexico Border fence.
Dad and me just north of the US/Mexico border 2015

In 2016, Dad and I continued our trip. The second leg was supposed to take us from Eagar, AZ to Panguitch, Utah, just in time for us to ride in Panguitch’s Pioneer Day Parade and to celebrate the 64th Class Reunion of Dad’s high school graduation class of 1952. As it turned out,  however, that was a difficult trip for us. My favorite trail horse broke a leg on the fourth day and I had to put him down. Despite the tragedy, we continued the trip, but ended up having to stop at Flagstaff, AZ, due to extreme drought conditions and fire danger. There was not one drop of water anywhere in northern Arizona…at least not anywhere along our route. That leg of the trip came to 200 miles and it took us three weeks.

Dad and Me and our pack train on the Mogollon Rim, 2016

In about March 2017, Dad’s favorite horse bucked him off and dad suffered a couple pretty serious injuries. He has fully recovered, but it was touch-and-go for a while. He finally found a new home for that particular horse, so I gave him my little mustang as a trail companion.  Jimbo was Dad’s second saddle horse on our pack trip, so Dad has a long and special history with Jimbo. They are like peas in a pod. Two of a kind. Dad and Jimbo go together like pancakes and syrup.  Even though Dad has fully recovered from his injuries and is still able to ride, it made him realize that he has been pushing his luck. Last year my mother had to go through some back surgery and it fell to Dad to care for her and get her through the rough time. Dad has come to realize that if he were incapacitated, he would not be able to take care of some important responsibilities and that other people would have to be taking care of him. He has decided his horse packing days are done. Dad will not be riding any more of the Mexico-to-Canada horse pack trip with me.

Dad on our mustang, Jimbo, 2015

That doesn’t mean we won’t be going on rides together, just not back country pack trips.

So, for the upcoming leg of my big pack trip, I have invited some friends. So far, I have two close friends (I don’t yet have permission to publicize their names) who will be making this third leg of the trip with me. The trip from Flagstaff to the Grand Canyon National Park covers, as close as I can figure, about 108 miles. We expect to cover about 15 miles per day, on average, so the trip will take about 7 days of actual travel. Adding two rest days to that, and an extra day for unanticipated contingencies, the trip will be about 10 days total. We have tentatively planned the trip for May 13-25, 2019. Now, it looks like we will have only Missouri Fox Trotters and Tennessee Walkers on this trip, so we’ll see if our daily mileage beats our estimates.

We are beginning now to get ourselves and our horses “legged-up” for the adventure. We are getting our gear together and putting some miles on the horses, trying to get ourselves into condition to maximize our chances to make a successful and incident-free passage from Flagstaff to the GCNP. There are some logistical details we still need to settle, but things are rolling.

I have hopes that I may be able to cross the Grand Canyon and continue to the Utah/Arizona border in the fall.

In the spirit of all of the above, I have planned a three-day horse camping trip to the Moab, Utah area for April 4-6. That is a Thursday through Saturday. My cohorts and I will be practicing our horse camping and packing skills and making sure all our horses are well-broke to the pack saddle and that we have all our gear together.

We will begin in the North Klondike area, probably arriving Wednesday evening, setting up a camp, then riding the area on Thursday. We will head farther south on Friday, to the area near the Hole-N-the-Rock store, about 12 miles south of Moab, for some red rock canyon riding. On Saturday we will likely head about 18 miles farther south, a little past Wilson Arch, to an area we call Turtle Rock, where we will ride about half a day, before heading home.

Here is a small gallery of photos from previous horse camps in the Moab area. Click on a photo to see the full image.

Anyone who would like to join us for this horse camping weekend in the Moab area is welcome to come.  The whole event will be BYOE (Bring Your Own Everything!). There is no fee, no registration, and no specific plans. Just enjoyable riding and some pleasant evenings around a campfire. There will be no services at any of these places, so everybody must fend for themselves. There are places in town where one may fill water jugs, etc. and I suppose there’s a feed store somewhere in town.

While I’m not going to call this a clinic and there will be no fees for anything, I will be available during our evenings and mornings to assist anyone who may be wanting to get started in horse camping, horse packing, and trail riding, during those three days.

I will post updates on my Western Trail Rider facebook page as well as on westerntrailrider.com. Feel free to contact me by email at

tony.henrie@westerntrailrider.com

UPDATE:

For anybody thinking about coming to ride with me at Moab, here are the coordinates of my campsites for the nights indicated.

Wednesday 38°49’11.73″N 109°45’57.56″W
Thursday 38°22’52.43″N 109°27’23.13″W
Friday 38°12’51.91″N 109°22’3.07″W

You can enter those in Google Earth and see the places. As there will probably be a lot of folks there for spring break, we may have to move our campsites a little, but they will be very near those coordinates.

Come join the fun.

At camp on the Gila River

 

Once in a While, You Just Have a Great Day

Today was one of those days that just keeps getting better…then it’s over.

I got up bright and early, had my breakfast, then, right on time, my buddy arrived. Our plan for the day was to deliver a horse to a buyer in Richfield, UT, then to visit my aunt and uncle in Elsinore, UT, then to find a place to ride for a few hours, as we start our tune-up rides in preparation for a long pack trip in May.

We arrived in Richfield and delivered Chance, a 12 year-old Tennessee Walking Horse gelding, to its new owner, who was overjoyed to see him. Miranda committed to buy Chance last Friday and has been chomping at the bit herself, to get him to his new home.

Chance, ready for a ride

While we were there, her sister arrived to see the new addition to the family. Now she wants one.  She has decided that one of my trail horses, maybe in the Tennessee Walker variety, might be just exactly what she needs. I’ll be keeping an eye out for another as nice as Chance.

After that, my buddy and I visited my aunt and uncle, Torla and Jim Boucher, of Elsinore, Utah. I hadn’t seen them in a while and we enjoyed about 45 minutes of pleasant conversation and catching up. I completely forgot to get pictures!

My friend and I then headed back north, just as it began to snow in Elsinore. We began to consider heading farther north and east, down into the desert lands east of the mountain range, hoping for better riding weather.  However, as we came near to Sigurd, Utah on I-70, we noticed some very interesting looking mountains to our north and decided to just find a place to park the trailer and head for those mountains.

We were lucky enough to find a nearby exit (Sigurd) and turned north of the freeway. We found a two-track road that headed back toward the west, that took us to a good place to park the truck and trailer. We saddled up there and headed northward into the hills, my friend riding Trigger, a registered Tennessee Walking Horse, and I riding Lizzy, my registered Missouri Fox Totter and favorite trail companion.

Shortly after heading out, we came upon a canal we had to cross. Of course, there was no water in it this time of year, but the sides were steep and we had to find a suitable place where the horses could descend in to the bottom of the canal. Once in the bottom, the sides looked much higher and steeper that they did from the top! We eventually located a place where the horses could scramble up out of the canal. It was a good training obstacle for ourselves and the horses. They handled it with aplomb and grace. We, on the other hand, just held on and stayed in the saddle, while the horses did all the work. Seems that when we do the most difficult obstacles, we never get photos! I guess we are pretty busy keeping ourselves upright and had no time to be concerned with a phone-camera in the hand.

After crossing the canal, we headed northwest toward the mountains. We came down into a creek bed and followed it deeper into a canyon surrounded by steep red rock cliffs, accented by streaks of snow. It was quite beautiful. We rode back into the canyon a quarter-mile or so, before heading back to the east, across the foothills at the mouth of the canyon. We followed no trail. Just made our way through the cedars.

Once out of the foothills, we headed back southeast, toward the trailer. It was getting on toward evening and temperatures began dropping, but luckily, the snow storm never moved up into the area in which we were riding. We could see it off to the south, shrouding the mountains in snow and clouds.

On the way back across the flats, Trigger, the horse my buddy was riding, stepped into a deep hole and nearly went down. My buddy lost his hat, but kept his seat. Trigger went to his knees, but regained his feet and all was well.

We arrived back at the trailer quite satisfied with the day’s activities. both horses, Lizzy and Trigger, seemed to have enjoyed the ride as much as we did.

My buddy, incogneto, on Trigger, a registered TWH.

My friend and I then unsaddled, brushed, and loaded the horses into the trailer, then headed into Salina, Utah.   My friend bought me a nice dinner at Mom’s Cafe, which has been an icon in Salina since 1917.

I recorded my ride with Ramblr. The link is here:

https://www.ramblr.com/web/mymap/trip/303226

The dinner was nice, the conversation enjoyable and the time well-spent. The drive home was uneventful and filled with enjoyable conversation.

Tomorrow I will be hauling Oreo, another Tennessee Walking Horse, up to Syracuse, Utah to show her to prospective buyer. I’m looking forward to that as well.

What a great day!

Lizzy, a registered MFT, my favorite trail companion.

To Alaska and Back – Part 2

This is the second installment of my four-part blog post about my trip in September 2018 to Alaska for a moose hunt with my friend, Derek Habel.

Part 1 ended with Derek and I arriving at our trailhead destination of Beaver Creek, Yukon Territory, Canada, where we parked the rig and prepared to head out on the horses to Derek’s hunt camp.

After arriving at Beaver Creek about 7pm (local time), we got the rig parked and the horses fed, watered, and cared for, then headed into town for a fine dinner at Buckshot Betty’s Restaurant.  We made it just in time, before they stopped serving. It’s pretty much the only game in town for sit-down eating, but it was also surprisingly good food for a one-dog town like Beaver Creek! Derek had made friends with Betty during his previous visits. She owns the parcel where we park the rig and set up camp at our trailhead. She allows Derek to park there during his stay during the moose hunting season.

The following morning, which would be Thursday, September 13, I believe, we loaded up our horses and headed up Beaver Creek to Derek’s special hideaway hunt camp. There really isn’t a trail. It’s just about 19 miles of rough riverbed country with close to 30 river crossings between the trailhead and the camp.

Heading out from Beaver Creek

As we started out, while it was beautiful country, the visibility was limited to the river and the trees lining it. While there was no trail, to speak of, Derek’s experience of the previous years in getting to and from his hunt camp proved valuable in picking shortcuts through the thickets and cutting off long bends in the river.  There were a couple times when Derek told me to take the lead and I got us into a mess in the thickets.

With our string of Missouri Fox Trotters and Tennessee Walkers, we made great time packing in. My DeLorme (now Garmin) GPS gauged our mileage at 18.4 miles (a later run had it at 18.7 miles). We made it in 4 hours and 10 minutes, including stops and about 30 river crossings. Our top speed was 9.6 miles per hour and our average moving speed was nearly 5 miles per hour, through some absolutely treacherous country. Doing that kind of speed on Quarter Horses would have resulted in our gear being strung all along the trail and our backsides being seriously pounded, but on Fox Trotters and Walkers, it was easy.

These are the actual readings from my GPS unit at our camp:

Location: N6*11.2104 W141*2.3048 (accuracy 16′)
Time moving: 4:10:38
Mileage: 18.4
Max speed: 9.6 mph
Average speed (moving): 4.5 mph

On the trip in, Derek’s big Tennessee Walker, Finn, took a few missteps here and there. There was one instance, during a river crossing where I was leading and was just coming out of the river, when I heard Derek yell. I turned back to look and saw him looking like a fishing bobber on the water! His horse had tripped and gone completely under and all I saw was Derek sitting the saddle, thigh-deep in the river. The horse quickly got his head up and regained his footing, however, and made it safely across the river. Derek said that happened three times on the trip in. On the trip out, we put Finn under a pack saddle.

Luckily, both Derek and I wore waterproof pants, and so stayed pretty dry. Derek also had waterproof boots, but I had on my leather packer boots. Despite all the care I took to treat and wax them, by the time we had made a half-dozen river crossings, my feet were wet and cold.

We saw tracks of both Grizzly and Black Bear in the sand along the river shore, but we didn’t actually see a bear. The tracks made it exciting, though, whenever we headed through the thickets to make shortcuts to bypass bends in the river!

Here’s a short video of us just after starting out, during our first river crossing:

We rolled into camp late that afternoon, due to a late departure from the trailhead. We situated the horses and immediately set up our camp. Derek brought a small four-man tent for sleeping quarters. He also had a camp kitchen disguised as pack panniers, made of welded sheet aluminum with a cook top in it. Pretty cool.

As the framework for the canopy from the previous year was still standing, we pulled out the tarps and other gear Derek had cached nearby from previous years, and got our kitchen area covered. Once we got our camp area settled and set up, we made ourselves a very tasty dinner.

The hunt camp on Beaver Creek, southeastern Alaska.

I thought I was a pretty experienced and learned horse packer, but I learned plenty from Derek during our preparation and execution of this trip. For instance, Derek’s wife, Traci, provided home made dinners for us, including lasagna, beef stew, ham, chicken pot pie, and other things, which she packed in freezer bags and froze. Derek has two large Yeti cooler bags in which all these frozen meals were packed. One Yeti went in each side of a set of soft panniers, where they fit much better than a set of hard-sided coolers. Even after 15 days, we still had frozen meals in the cooler bags in weather hovering around 50 degrees F most of the time.

Our camp kitchen

I also learned Derek’s system for loading top packs. I have always tried to compartmentalize everything: sleeping bags tightly packed in stuff sacks, clothing in nylon bags, doc kit, accessories, all things in their proper bag. Derek, on the other hand, simply throws everything loose into a top pack. Effectively, each person has their own top pack and it becomes one’s personal suitcase. In other words, no compartmentalization, no little bags. Sleeping bag goes in loose. Clothing loose.  Small personal items, like soap, toothpaste, toothbrush, and meds (Ibuprofen came in handy!) in a small bag, but that’s all. In this way, the top pack contents stay loose in the top pack and the top pack stays soft and balanced. It does not have the tendency to get off-balanced by all the bagged and bundled items getting jounced around and settling to the heavy side. With everything loose in the top pack, it stays in place better. I found Derek’s system to be very effective and efficient. You have to sort of dig around to find your socks, but that’s a small tradeoff for not having to re-settle a top pack every few miles. In the past I solved that issue by covering the top pack with a canvas manty and binding everything in place with a diamond hitch. Derek’s way saved weight, time, and effort.

Derek also packed in a small chainsaw for clearing trails. It is a Stihl with about a 12″ blade. The model is normally used at the end of a long pole for trimming tree branches. It is perfect for packing on a horse and for clearing trees up to a foot in diameter. Perfect for clearing trails in Alaska. I’m going to have to take a look at getting one like that.

The view from camp toward the east

We packed in about 200 pounds of feed for the horses, which was supplemented by local grasses. However, the grass isn’t as nutritious as what the horses were used to, so the sack feed went fast. We saved a bag for the last day of the hunt, to give the horses an energy boost for the trip packing back out to the trailer. It would have been nice to have been able to bring in more feed, but that would entail another pack horse to feed, and there wasn’t enough local grass to begin with. There comes a point of diminishing returns…

Once we got everything settled in camp, we did a little camp maintenance and then just relaxed. In the evenings and mornings we glassed the surrounding hills for moose and other game, but it was apparent early-on that we had arrived before the moose rut season had begun. So, our first few days in camp were pretty easy and involved a lot of time spent reading Louis L’Amour novels and pleasant conversation about life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. We got a sprinkle or two of rain, but in general, the weather was surprisingly pleasant.

I noticed the first evening that the Northern Lights were showing a pleasant glow in the western sky. It wasn’t the spectacular display I have seen in some documentary shows, but it was plenty beautiful for me. That was one of the “bucket-list” things I was hoping to check off on this trip. I enjoyed watching the display every evening when the western sky was not obscured by clouds. Sadly, it wasn’t bright enough to get a good video clip.

After a day or two lazing around camp, Derek guided me up a trail he has developed over the past several years, which leads up into the foothills to the northeast of camp. Up in those hills is where Derek has done most of his hunting and has had good luck in coming out with some very nice bull moose over the past six years.

Heading up into the foothills

On the way up the trail, we passed a very fresh Grizzly Bear rub on the trail. We were happy we had Lucky, Derek’s trail dog, with us. Lucky is half Bernese Mountain Dog and half Border Collie and Derek has trained him to run ahead of the horses about 10 yards or so, to warn us of bear in the trail. When the dog senses a bear, he sets up a very noisy warning for us and allows the riders to get set up defensively in case the bear becomes aggressive. In camp, the dog is also a very effective bear alarm. He slept right outside the door to the tent. As it turned out, we had no bear in camp on this trip, but it has happened in past years. It is particularly dangerous when there is meat on the meat pole after a successful hunt.

Interestingly, we had a bull moose walk right through our camp area one night, passing not far behind our tent,  and Lucky didn’t make a sound. I was the one who heard the moose snorting as he walked by. I couldn’t even wake up Derek. I had to show Derek the tracks the following morning, so he’d believe me!

Grizzly Bear rub, pretty fresh, too!

When you get into the thick forests in that area, it’s a bit spooky, knowing there are Grizzly around. You can’t see very far in any direction and the footing is poor, so you can’t rely on the horses for a quick getaway. In the event of a bear encounter on the trail, if the horse were to spook and bolt, it is likely both horse and rider would end up on the ground.

In the photos on this post, you will see what looks like beautiful ground upon which to ride, but in reality it is tundra-like, in that most of what you see is covered in about a foot of moss with mud underneath. The moss and mud is spider-webbed with roots of all sizes, hidden in the moss, creating a serious footing hazard for the horses. It is truly tough going for them and they need to be in top condition before the trip. Derek has found that MFT’s are very capable horses in that country and can move through it well and quickly. My grade TWH seemed to handle it well, but Finn proved to be pretty much a stumble-bum in it. It was probably the particular horse and not the breed in his case.

Derek’s trail has been used and maintained annually by him and is also used by game in the area, so the trail has stayed pretty open. However, it is sometimes hard to stay on, due to many game trails crossing it. Even after several passes on the trail, I still found a way to lose it in one particular spot. Once up into the foothills, however, we just found our way across the hillsides and gullies. We had particular difficulty finding our way across certain areas that were so soggy our horses would sink up to their knees in the mush. We tried to avoid those spots, but it was sometimes difficult to see them. We also had trouble finding our way across some gullies, as the streams would cut deeply and the sides were covered in dense growth. We looked for game trails passing through them, but even so, moose can go places where a horse and rider cannot. We had at least three occasions in which we narrowly avoided injury as horses went down crossing gullies.

The view from our hunting area looking west, into the Yukon Territory, Canada

In one such instance, Derek’s big Tennessee Walker stumbled coming up out of a deep cut and went over backwards. Derek was able to unload safely, but the horse continued rolling over backward and ended up in the bottom nearly folded in half, with his feet in the air. Derek and I were able to use the lead rope and get enough weight behind it to pull him out of the hole and back over on his side, to where he could get his feet under him enough to get back up. That was a close one, but there was no permanent damage to man, horse, or equipment. We felt pretty fortunate that there was no damage to Derek’s very expensive hunting rifle or scope on that one.

As you can see from the photos in the gallery below, we arrived in the area just as the seasonal change of colors was beginning. By the time we left, it was over and everything was brown for the winter.

We were in camp 15 days. During the latter part of the second week we discovered the moose rut had begun and we began to see a few moose. Nothing yet like the bull we were after, but game  all the same. We also saw one black bear sow with a cub from a great distance, who roamed a particular hillside for several days before disappearing. We also saw numerous Dall Sheep up on the steep hillsides above us. Their white coats stand out in sharp contrast to the surrounding terrain and they can be seen from a great distance even with the naked eye.

Dall sheep about 1,000 feet above us on the hillside

Since I was the horse-handler and Derek was the hunter (I didn’t even buy a hunting license), I spent a lot of time just glassing the areas and enjoying the tasty berries that covered the hillsides. We found patches of late-hanging blueberries and hillsides of low-bush cranberries. I snacked on them as often as I could. There were also a couple other kinds of berries available, but I didn’t like the taste as much as the cranberries.

Our camp was on an island, several acres in extent. As it was completely surrounded by the river, we felt comfortable allowing the horses to range freely to graze on the local grasses. For the first few days we had no trouble, but then a couple of the horses began crossing the river near camp to graze. We decided to start putting hobbles on a couple of them, but continued to allow the rest to roam freely. That seemed to work. Sometimes they would be gone for hours and then return to camp.

The horses coming back to camp after grazing across the river

One evening, on the 11th day out in camp, two of our horses decided they had enjoyed enough of the outdoors, so they headed back toward the trailer at the trailhead. The lead horse, Ginger, a Missouri Fox Trotter mare, who has been on this trip several times before, led out at a pretty good pace, with her trail buddy, another MFT, following. My Walker, J Golden, who was grazing with them at the time, decided he’d rather stay with us. He whinnied at them a couple times, as they crossed the river headed north, then returned to camp. When I saw him come into camp alone, I suspected what had happened. I hiked over to where they had been grazing and their tracks were plain to see, where they entered the river on the trail back up Beaver Creek toward the trailhead.

I’ll save that story and the rest of the hunt for another post.  Enjoy the photo gallery.

Stay tuned for more.

TH