As you may already know, Count, the horse I talked about in my last post, sold before I even got an advertisement up about him. Count was the second horse his new owner has bought through me. I took her out for a nice trail ride on Count and at the end of it she said, “I’ll take him!” She’s going to like him.
So…
Introducing the new boy at my place. This is Chocolate. He’s a registered Missouri Fox Trotter gelding…that is if the owner can find the papers! I believe he’s 9 years old, but he could be as young as 7. We’ll have to wait for the papers to know for sure. He stands 14-3 hands (measured) and has a nicely proportioned build with very nice Fox Trotter conformation. He is well gaited and moves nicely in the pasture. He’s a beautiful chocolate color with white stockings on his rear and a narrow blaze on his face. He’s a very handsome boy!
The story behind Chocolate is that he was owned in Missouri by a woman who loved him like a child. She must have done hundreds of hours of ground training, but was afraid to get on him. So, he has very good halter manners, but doesn’t know much about being a saddle horse. I rode him a couple times nearly two years ago. There was no buck in him, but he was a handful.
This boy follows me around the corral like a puppy dog. Like most horses, he’s a little herd-bound, but when a human is around, I think he prefers the human to the horses. He’s been roaming free with a herd of about 15 horses for almost two years now, so it was surprising to me when he came to me out of the herd. He likes people. I’m guessing somebody did some “imprint training” when he was born.
Just a little story about my first ride on him. I was riding him alone down in Diamond Fork, near Spanish Fork, Utah, where I sometimes do trail training. I was getting a feel for him, just seeing what he would do and wouldn’t do. I tried to get him to descend a steep bank to the creek bed and he wouldn’t do it. He turned sideways to avoid going down the drop, but the bank gave way and we both went over into the soft bottom our our side. Chocolate jumped up, leaving me on the ground, and scrambled back up the bank. I was thinking, “Well, I’m going to have a long walk back to the barn!” To my surprise, Chocolate stood there at the top of the bank, looking at me like, “What happened? You ok?” I crawled up the bank and Chocolate came to me, like he was making sure I was alright, and let me get back into the saddle. We went on with our ride and finished our training session with no further incident.
Now, I have to tell you that for one who spends most of his riding time in the back country, a horse that doesn’t head for the barn when he’s just unloaded his rider in a scary situation is worth his weight in gold!
I’ve been looking forward to working with this guy since that ride. I expect great things from him. He will be for sale soon. I’ll need some time to evaluate him before I get with the owner to discuss a price.
For the first time in quite a while, I had a day off today with good weather at the same time. So, after sleeping-in to an appropriate hour, and having a relaxed breakfast while watching the news, I headed out to work a little with my new bronc.
As you will recall, I bought J last month. He’s a grade Missouri Fox Trotter…at least he looks like one…somewhere between 4 and 10 years old, and he is not yet saddle broke. I bought him from a fellow who bought him at auction, so we really don’t know a lot about him. I see him gait around the pasture, so I know he has a natural Fox Trot as well as a more lateral running walk, so it’s likely he has a bit of Walker in him as well.
With all the snow we’ve had this winter, I have only had one other opportunity to do any amount of work with him and it was mostly just to see what he already knows and give me a starting point. It is pretty evident J has had folks work on his hooves and mess around him a bit. He’s friendly and surprisingly trusting, in light of the history I know about him. He has obviously had a lot of longeing, as anytime I give him any room with a lead rope he wants to trot around me in a circle no matter what I’m trying to do with him.
I’m not a big proponent of longeing. There are legitimate purposes for it and, if done properly and for the right reasons, it is useful. However, in my experience, many people longe their horses because they are afraid of them. Some people do it because they just enjoy doing it, others do it to exercise the horse. Very few actually do it as a planned and purposeful part of a horse’s basic training. Consequently, few people actually accomplish any useful thing with it, with regard to helping the horse and the rider come together down the road. Good ground training, in my mind, is essential for a saddle horse, but most of its training will come under the saddle.
So, today I decided to try to make a little progress with J and see how far we could get.
First off, I would have to catch him. I keep my horses in a pasture about a half-acre in size. I haven’t been able to mess with them much over the winter, so they have been a little silly lately about me catching them. I have had fun running them around, watching them buck and fart and play, all the while teaching them that if they don’t come up to me they will run. They think it’s fun at first, but after awhile they begin to get winded and it’s not so much fun. Normally the first one to stop and come to me is my good mare, Lizzy, who is now about 5 months in-foal. Yesterday she finally let me walk up to her and put the halter on her. I brushed her with a curry comb for a while, gave her a treat, then released her.
When I went into the pasture today, there was no running. The first one to come right up to me was J, so he got a treat. He wouldn’t let me halter him at first, so I went on to Lizzy, who stood calmly while I haltered her. She got a treat. Then I brushed her and released her. Next I went on to my mustang,  Jimbo, who wouldn’t be left out of getting a treat. He doesn’t like being caught, but he loves the treats. I started currying him, which he really likes, then slipped the rope over his neck. Once that was done, he started looking for a halter to stick his nose into, so he could get a treat. I brushed him a bit, then released him.
Next, I moved to J, who, by this time was ready for another treat. I curried him for a few minutes, then slipped the rope over his neck. He then let me slip the halter on him. Then he got a treat. My horses learn pretty quickly that putting a halter on in the pasture is a good thing.
J leads quite well, so it is evident he has had some halter training. I took him to the tie rack and tied him off. I have been very pleased that J has shown no pulling-back issues, even when he’s startled. I lifted all his hooves for cleaning and inspection. He’s still a little ticklish about his rear hooves, but offers no real problems. As part of his training, I will lift and clean all his hooves every time I saddle and unsaddle him. It won’t be long before he won’t offer any resistance at all and accepts it calmly. That will be appreciated by my farrier.
Next, I took him into the small arena. As soon as we entered the arena, he became agitated and wanted to trot around me in circles. Like I’ve said, apparently he has been longed a lot and thinks that’s what he’s supposed to do. My lead rope is about 10 feet long, which doesn’t give him much room for longeing. I let him go around a few times one direction, then turned him to go the other. When I let my arms down to my sides, he turned to come to me. I worked with him for several minutes to teach him to stand calmly while I worked around him holding the lead rope. I’m having to help him unlearn what he has been taught before. I want him to stand calmly when I am holding his lead rope. I don’t want him trying to longe every time we head into the arena for training.
Once I got him standing calmly, I started desensitizing him to the lead rope swinging around him. I would swing the tail of it up onto his rump, around his back legs, and up under his stomach, until he learned that when he stands still I stop swinging the rope.
I’m finding J to be a willing and submissive student and he learns quickly. Within a half hour we were ready to begin lessons for the day. My goal for the day was to be able to mount and sit on J’s back. While I expected some reaction from J, since I did a little testing with him before I bought him, I figured he wouldn’t be too much of a challenge to break to the saddle, due to all the handling he had before I bought him.
I saddled him up. He’s been saddled before, so there were no surprises there, even though he gets tensed up and doesn’t like to be cinched. I was a bit brusque and noisy as I saddled him, flopping things around and bumping him here and there, to desensitize him to the saddle and saddling process. He took it well and we had no problems, other than him tensing up. I saddled him with a rear cinch and breast strap. Eventually I’ll start using a crupper and progress to a fully-rigged pack saddle.
Then, back into the arena we went. Again, we had to work a little bit to remind him that we weren’t there to longe. Once that was done, I began to flop things on him, such as the end of my lead rope again, teaching that things flopping on him don’t hurt and aren’t dangerous. I just kept flopping the tail of the lead up on his back and rump and up under his belly until he stopped reacting, then I stopped. It didn’t take long before he was standing calmly while I flopped the lead rope all over him.
Next, I worked on teaching him to give to the halter, by putting side pressure on his nose with the lead and pulling his head around to the left side. I would put a little pressure, and when he gave a little, so did I. Â Within a few minutes I had him responding to light pressure on the lead rope to turn his head around to the side. We did this on both sides.
Then I would snug up the lead on the left side and place my left hand, with a grip on the lead rope, up on his neck, just ahead of the saddle, as if I were about to mount. I would have him turn his head toward me submissively, then I would put weight on the saddle with my right hand, gripping the saddle horn or opposite pommel swell, and pulling my weight off the ground, my body weight against his side. The first few times we did this J reacted, spinning around and hopping a bit. I hung on, moving with him until he stopped moving, then I released. Within a few minutes I was able to hang on the side of the saddle while he stood calmly. We did that on both sides.
The next step was to actually put a foot in the stirrup and put weight on it. This step is a little tricky, especially without an assistant, since the trainer is in an unbalanced position with one foot in the stirrup, holding the lead rope with the left hand and the saddle horn with the right, so you don’t want to rush this. Make sure you do enough of the previous step to be fairly sure the horse isn’t going to explode while you have one foot in the stirrup. I would have preferred to have had an assistant hold the horse’s head and lead him around for me while I hung on the side, but I didn’t have one available. An assistant in this phase can help things progress a little quicker.
I asked J for his head, bringing his nose around to the left. I repeatedly asked for his nose until he did so willingly and softly. If he pulled or resisted, I continued to ask until he gave his nose to me. Then I placed my left foot in the stirrup, my left hand with the lead rope snugged-up on his neck, grabbed a handful of mane, then, grabbing the saddle horn with my right hand, lifted myself up into the stirrup, leaning across the saddle. At this precarious point, I started patting him on the right side with my right hand, keeping a snug lead rope with my left. As he agitated and moved, I hung on, pulling his head around, until he stopped, then slid from the saddle. I did this on both sides, until J calmly let me rise in the stirrup, pat and rub all around on the off-side, flop the stirrup, mess with the rear cinch, and generally do all manner of irritating things. I spoke softly and soothingly all the while, as I did this.
The next phase was to teach him that this was a normal and not a worrisome thing. I walked him around the arena and at irregular intervals would suddenly stop him and quickly put my foot in the stirrup and rise up, pat him a little on the off side, move stuff around, then drop to the ground. Once he would allow this without reaction, I decided we were ready to attempt the goal of the training.
Before getting to the punch-line however, I’ll talk a little about our training to lead. I like my horses to walk beside me with their nose even with my shoulder and arm. I try to train all my horses this way, because it irritates me to have to haul on the lead rope to keep an enthusiastic youngster horse in check. As I walked J around the arena, I noticed J had a tendency to want to get out ahead of me, especially while walking toward his home pasture, where is buddies were munching grass. I remedied this by turning abruptly away from him and walking the opposite direction. As I led him, each time his head got past my shoulder, I would abruptly turn and walk the other way. He soon learned that we didn’t turn if he kept his head behind my shoulder. The time we spent leading around the pasture between mounting exercises was quite valuable today. By the time we were done, he was staying right where I want him. This training is important to me, as it keeps horses from stepping on little feet when kids are leading them.
Now, for the grand finale of the training session. Actually, it was quite anticlimactic. When I felt like J was ready, I asked for his head. When he gave it softly, I grabbed the lead and a handful of mane in my left hand, put my left foot in the stirrup, grabbed the horn with my right hand. I then lofted myself into the stirrup and swung my right leg over onto the other side. I was sitting in the saddle. J tensed-up just a bit, then relaxed. It felt really good. I immediately dismounted, sliding to the ground while J stood calmly. We did that several more times, including dismounting on the off-side (right side). I repeated the earlier exercise of walking around the arena, then stopping abruptly and mounting and dismounting. By the time we finished, J was non-reactive to my mounting antics. Mission accomplished!
I was pleased and excited at the progress we made today. I decided not to push him any further. That was enough for me. I’ll let him rest and assimilate all that we did today and we’ll try it again tomorrow, if the weather holds, or Monday.
My goal for the next session will be breaking J to the ring snaffle bit, teaching him basic commands and how to respond to bit pressure. We’ll also work a little more on mounting and dismounting. I’m looking forward to it.
I had a little free time this afternoon and the weather was nice, so I took the opportunity to go out and mess with the horses.
I have been trying to get J to let me put a halter on him, so I can start working with him. Out in the nearly two-acre pasture he’s in, with three other horses, it’s been a challenge. But! I have the secret weapon! It’s Purina Apple & Oats Horse Treats. My horses love them. I take a handful with me whenever I head out into the pasture, so I never have a problem getting the horses to come to me. Most of them look to find a halter to put their nose into, because that’s how they get a treat!
Well, except for my little mustang, Jimbo. He has a game he likes to play. He likes to see if I’ll give him a treat just for letting me scratch his nose. If I lift the halter or try to get beside him he moves off. Seems like J has been watching that and learning from him. Once Jimbo starts to move away, he and J like to take off together. So, no treats for them.
I guess J got tired of the game today, or tired of not getting a treat. I took a curry comb out into the pasture with me this time and curried  all the horses. Even Jimbo let me curry him, so I spoiled him and gave him a treat for not running off while I was brushing him. J kept coming up and trying to get into my pockets. I curried him and he side-stepped away, but kept his nose pointed my direction…er…in the direction of the treats in my pocket. Once he decided I was ok there beside him with that curry comb I gave him a treat and continued brushing. After a minute or two of him standing calmly, I slipped the lead rope over his neck. I could feel J’s whole body relax, as if to say, “Well, there you go. I’m caught.” He let me slip the halter on without even a blink of his eyes.
I led him out of the pasture, surprised at how easily he leads. He does not fight the lead in the least. I took him out and, lacking a decent tie rack, tied him to the heavy-duty cow guard on the front of my truck. Then I continued to brush him until he stood calmly. I noticed he kept lifting his left rear hoof whenever I got near his hindquarters, so, rather than risk getting kicked, I decided to take him to the small arena and try some things to see how he will be with his hooves.
I grabbed a loose lead rope to use as a training stimulus for him and, holding his lead with one hand, I began tossing the end of the free lead up on his back and around his legs. It became apparent to me pretty quickly that he has had a lot of longeing training. Seems like that happens a lot with horses that have ended up at auctions or rescues. I have come across a number of such horses that have been considered green-broke or unbroke that have been very good at longeing. What I figure is that their former owners were afraid of them, so they would longe them over and over and call it “ground-work” rather than progress to getting them rideable.
J, I know, at his last owner’s place, was handled a lot by young people with troubled backgrounds as part of a treatment program (for the youth, not the horse). So, I am pretty sure he got plenty of brushing, at least on his front end, and plenty of longeing. This, I expect, is also why he’s so well broke to lead, but not easy to catch.
Anyway, after a few minutes of going round and round, while I tossed the lead rope over his back and around his legs, he finally settled down and realized I didn’t want to longe him. After he settled down, I lifted both his front hooves and messed with them a second or two, then I looped the free lead rope around his left rear pastern and lifted his hoof with it. He swung his hoof a few times and settled right down. Never did he actually kick, which pleased me immensely. After he relaxed I dropped the hoof to the ground. I repeated that process several times, until I could lift the hoof and let it down without a struggle. I did the same on the other side. I was pleased.
With that done, I took him back to the truck and tied him. I pulled out my farrier kit and decided to see if he would let me do a little work on his overgrown front hooves. Rather than risk getting a hoof halfway trimmed and running into trouble, I decided just to rasp off a bit of his toes, so as not to start off asking for too much on our first try. I was able to lift his front hooves and rasp off quite a bit of excess toe on both. He gave me surprisingly little problem with that. His rears don’t look quite so bad, so, rather than over-do things for our first session, I just lifted his rears and cleaned them, messing just a few seconds on each, before letting it back to the ground. He gave me no problem at all.
After dropping his last hoof, I gave him another treat, brushed him some more, then took him back to the pasture and let him back in with his buddies. I think both of us enjoyed the session.
I think I’m going to really like this boy. He reminds me a lot of Ranger in the way he moves an certain things he does. As I work with him, I get the impression that he is checking me out, looking to see whether he can trust me. He seems to actually want to trust me, which I find unusual. I normally have to earn their trust before they want it.
I have a horse up for sale. He’s a very handsome, good, solid four year-old palomino paint gelding I bought earlier this year for a  pack trip. We were short one horse for a trip from Eagar, Arizona to Flagstaff, Arizona, about 200 miles total. Let me tell you a little about him.
When I came across Reno, I was actually looking for a mustang in the $5-800 range, that maybe needed a little  training. They are pretty much a dime-a-dozen around here, because so many folks get caught up in the romance of adopting a mustang and training it themselves, only to find out they are in way over their heads. Then, a couple years down the road they end up selling an unbroke or greenbroke mustang for almost give-away prices. Well, it’s simply a fact, and that’s what I was looking for.
Reno, as advertised
Anyway, back to Reno, I came across an ad for him and really liked the photos they included of him. He was advertised as being about 14 hands and a 3 year-old. The asking price was above what I was looking for, but was still within my range, so I decided to pass by and take a look. He was located in Heber, UT.
I found that he had been raised from a foal by the family who owned him, and that he was very personable, almost a puppy dog personality, but, also like a puppy, he was somewhat disrespectful. Now, a disrespectful puppy is one thing, but a disrespectful horse can hurt you. He wouldn’t let me lift his hooves, cow-kicked when I messed with his belly, and would turn his rump into me when he was annoyed, rather than moving away as a horse should. These things I can work out of a horse with a little training. What I look for is good conformation, good straight legs, good hooves, and a good attitude. With the exception of a quarter-crack in his right rear, he had all these things. He was also a little taller than advertised, coming in at about 14.2 or so, and stout, which I liked.
After a good inspection and a couple weeks of thinking about it I decided the quarter crack was due to lack of hoof care and not to any kind of coronet injury and that it would heal up just fine with some good care. I dickered with the owners and we agreed on a price that was good for both of us.
I have to be careful when buying a horse, because I rarely sell them. I get pretty attached to my animals and once they are mine I tend to keep them, regardless of any shortcomings they may have. I wouldn’t be a very good horse trader. So, two rules I have set for myself when horse shopping are 1) I don’t take my trailer or any money when I look at a horse for the first time (unless I have to drive a couple hours just to see it), 2) I don’t hand over the money until I have the horse in the trailer. Rule #2 is very important, because I generally  buy horses that “need an experienced rider,” which usually means they have little to no training and might not have ever been in a trailer. Once I get a horse into the trailer, I’m good to pay the money.
I forgot that rule with Reno. I bought him, paid the money, then headed out to the trailer. That was a mistake I won’t make again. What a rodeo! It took us more than two hours to get him loaded. He fought, reared, fell over, and pawed. We finally got him into the trailer and headed home. Getting him out of the trailer was just about as fun. He eventually tried to turn around in my 4-horse slant-load and got stuck in the loading door. He reared over backwards and fell out of the trailer onto his back. No harm done, just shook up.
So, I knew I had my work cut out for me.
The first thing I had to take care of was the disrespect. This horse was about as friendly as any horse I have ever owned. In fact, I think he likes people better than horses. Having him in a pasture with four other horses was good for him, because they began right away to teach him the horse etiquette he had never learned, being raised by people with no other horses around.
The cow-kicking and moving away from me were first on my agenda.
Now, from my experience with horses, I have learned that training a horse is not a whole lot different than raising kids. In fact, I often wish I had garnered more horse training experience before my kids came along, but I just didn’t have time for both back then. I find that horses require a gentle, but firm hand and consistency in order for them to progress well from step to step in the training. The one exception to that rule is when something they do can get someone hurt. There are times when swift and severe punishment will cure a bad habit faster and more surely than any other method. The horse learns very quickly that “when I do that, I get hurt.” So, with that in mind I decided to cure the cow-kicking the very first day.
I have a very stout lead rope, made from the shrouds of a heavy military cargo parachute. It is about 3/4″ thick and has a very heavy brass snap hook on the end. With Reno dressed in a stout flat-braid nylon halter and a strong lead rope tied to a solid post, I moved in beside him on the “on-side” with my heavy shroud lead in my hand, dangling the heavy snap hook on about three feet of lead. With my left hand I began to touch and rub Reno’s belly. As soon as his left rear hoof came off the ground in a cow-kick I swung that heavy lead and whopped him hard on the rump with that heavy snap hook. He was quite surprised by that, so he jumped and moved away from me. We did it again. As soon as the hoof came off the ground, I whopped him. The fourth time I rubbed his belly, his hoof stayed on the ground. He has never again attempted a cow-kick as I touch his belly, rub him, brush, or saddle him.
Next up was teaching him to move away from me, rather than showing me his rump. We started that lesson when we worked on the cow-kick, but there was more to do. I found that he would not let me lift his left rear hoof. As I would try to reach for it, he would move into me and warn me off with his rump, threatening a kick (which he never did). We started working on this by me taking something pointed (not sharp) in my hand, such as the handle of a rasp, the handle ends of a pair of nippers, or a hoof pick, and whenever he moved into me I would let him move into that pointed object, so that he would feel it. The harder he pushed, the harder he felt it. He didn’t like that and learned to move away from me. I would not poke him with it, or push him away with it, but let him move into it. That way, as soon as he stepped away, the pressure was gone. Had I followed him with it, he would not have learned how to avoid the pointed object poking his hip by moving away. Now this, being a more gentle (but firm) method of training, it was several sessions before he learned not to move into me. Now, several months later, he moves away with a simple nudge from me with no stubbornness at all.
The third thing we started working on was lifting his hooves. While he was still somewhat disrespectful, he allowed me to lift his fronts and his right rear, but would not allow me to lift his left rear. I don’t know why. There is no apparent injury or scar I can see, but for some reason he’s touchy about the left rear. When I would try to lift it he would  cow-kick and move away from me. He wasn’t really trying to kick me, he just didn’t want me lifting his hoof. To address this, I took my heavy lead rope and looped it around his left rear pastern, under the fetlock. I would lift his hoof with the rope and simply hold it off the ground while he kicked. I would hold both ends of the rope in my right hand, while leaning against the horse with my left, so I could keep my balance as he kicked away. You have to stand back a bit, just to make sure he doesn’t connect with one of those cow-kicks. After a minute or two, he would get tired and stop kicking. As soon as he stopped kicking and let his leg relax, I lowered it to the ground. If he kicked as I was lowering it, it got raised up again until I could lower it all the way to the ground without a struggle. In this way, after a number of sessions, Reno learned that when he was relaxed I quit bothering his leg. He also learned that the kicking did no good and was just wasted energy. Now I can lift all his feet without trouble. In fact, he lifts them for me as I reach for them. He is learning the respect lessons.
I started riding Reno shortly after I brought him home. The owners told me they had given him to a local rancher for the summer, to have him broke and trained. They said they had often seen the rancher’s kids riding him around. At the time I didn’t think too much about that, except to consider him somewhat saddle broke. I found out pretty quickly that Reno was simply greenbroke, meaning I could saddle and ride him, but he didn’t know much else. I took him for a couple rides in the local area and was pleased with him. He learned pretty quickly that I was easy to get along with and we had no real problems on the trail. In fact, my dad and I took Reno along with the rest of the horses on a three-day ride south of Moab, Utah in April, on which I was quite impressed with Reno’s calm demeanor and good head on the trail. We went up and down, and round and round, trail, no trail, bushes, gullies, over fallen trees, and even through a tunnel under a highway. Reno took little convincing and was willing to give anything I asked of him a try. I was very pleased.
Reno in his first packing training experience
I later took Reno on a  day ride as a pack horse. I Loaded a 50# sack of feed in each side of a set of hard-sided, bear-proof paniers, and took him on a trail ride. As far as I know this was his first experience with a pack saddle. At first he was scared by the noise the paniers make, being hard plastic, and we had a little bit of a rodeo for a few minutes. After that, he settled down and did well. It didn’t take him long to learn to keep the paniers away from things like rocks and trees. Once we rounded a narrow trail with a rock face on his left and Reno allowed the left panier to hit the wall. The force knocked him sideways off the trail and down a steep embankment into the shallow river below. Once he got his feet back under him, he simply climbed back up the embankment, let me grab his lead rope, and we went on. By the time we were done for the day, Reno had learned to keep those paniers away from obstacles near the trail. From that day to this he has never rubbed my leg or knee on anything alongside the trail.
In May, Dad and I embarked on our pack trip. We had four horses and a mule. The horses were rotated as pack and saddle animals, to keep them fresh and rested. Reno was everything I hoped on the trip. Never did I have any problem with him.
Well, I did have one problem. When I was leading him as a pack horse, whenever I stopped to rest the horses he would walk up next to my right leg and drop his head to graze. When he would lift his head the lead rope would come up under my stirrup and get wrapped around my leg. When I complained about it out loud, Dad laughed and said it was my own fault. He pointed out that whenever Reno came up next to me, I would reach over and rub his neck and scratch his ears and he liked it! Ah, well, I guess that’s a bad habit I taught him.
You can see a video of me on Reno, crossing Clear Creek on the Arizona Trail, about 70 miles south of Flagstaff, Arizona here:
After we finished the pack trip I decided to continue Reno’s training. There are a few things I like my trail horses to know, such as moving off leg pressure and heel cues to move their fore and hind quarters; there are times on the trail when you need to position a horse in order to cross an obstacle or ascend or descend a particularly difficult place.
I took Reno into a small training arena to start working on his cues, only to find that he became extremely excited in the arena. As calm as he is on the trail, I was quite surprised. He was, in fact, so excitable in the arena that we did very little training at all. I just tried to work on him simply walking around the arena calmly. I found I was having to handle him more aggressively with the snaffle bit than I like, occasionally causing him to get a sore mouth, so I have moved  him to a 3/4″ braided rawhide bosal for this training. He responds much better in the hackamore.
I generally start all my horses on a snaffle bit, then move them to a bosal hackamore for the bulk of their training. When they are easy on the controls I move them to a solid curb bit. Reno had been doing so well in the snaffle, that I had just left  him in that and hadn’t done much hackamore work on him. He’s progressing well now.
The only thing I can guess with Reno is that the former trainer (the rancher) probably had his kids riding him most of the time. I expect that was often out pushing cattle, which would explain is calm demeanor on the trail, however, my guess is that the kids also attempted to try roping off him in an arena. I expect he got spurred a bit in the doing. That is the only explanation that comes to mind and fits the evidence. Regardless, I have been spending my time lately, trying to continue his training and get him over his excitement – fear – inside enclosed areas.
I normally train with spurs on , as I find horses tend to learn quicker with their judicial use and I can give more precise cues with the touch of a spur than with a heel. However, with Reno, I have removed my spurs. He over-reacts to them, I suppose, as a result of being exposed to some undisciplined spur use from his previous “trainers.” With much patience and a gentle hand, I have been slowly getting Reno to recognize what I am asking with my heel cues. He is very willing, but still reacts more out of fear than desire to learn, which makes learning difficult. Fear simply isn’t a good training tool. My job, therefore, is to teach him that my cues don’t hurt and that learning to respond to them calmly brings peace and rest (my, that sounds almost religious!).
Reno gets better each day. I have been trying to ride him more often this winter, when time allows. When I can consistently ride him an hour or two every day or so he improves rapidly.
The problem with that is that every time I ride him I like him more and more and want to sell him less and less!
The next phase was to teach him that this was a normal and not a worrisome thing. I walked him around the arena and at irregular intervals would suddenly stop him and quickly put my foot in the stirrup and rise up, pat him a little on the off side, move stuff around, then drop to the ground. Once he would allow this without reaction, I decided we were ready to attempt the goal of the training.
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