Showing posts with label Kazam. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kazam. Show all posts

Friday, April 23, 2010

Catharsis



Friday April 23 2010

I failed.

I gave up on Kazam.

See Failure to Communicate. (And remember he broke my rib - although I still stand by my assessment that was a legitimate scare for him, and had I been able to stay on - he didn't buck, just leapt in fright - he wouldn't have gone anywhere.)

His main problem was his anxiety on the way home from a ride. For those of you used to jigging horses, thinking "My horse does that," this was different from jigging. I've ridden jigging horses. With Kazam, there was an underlying anxiety/panic there that was more than just jigging. I tried a few things - heading him up the hardest hill (didn't work), taking him on handwalks, getting off when riding and walking him at random times (which helped a bit), leaving him tied up when we got home, working him harder at home so being out on the trail would be easier and pleasanter. Any of these might have worked if I'd kept it up and been consistent.

I could have tried more things - ride him out 50 miles one direction, haul him away from home to ride so he wouldn't have anywhere to get back to, as soon as he started getting anxious heading for home turn him around and continue going out out, etc... but I didn't.

I lost enthusiasm; I got depressed with the thought of having to work with a horse that kept showing little or no improvement; and if I had to miss a few days of riding, we always had to take a few backward steps to start things again. And if I was not in the right frame of mind to work a problem horse, I was not going to communicate well with him - I wouldn't be positive or be the alpha leader he needed.

I came to admit that, as much as loved Kazam and as much as I wanted to be able to 'fix' and ride him, I was not the person who could get him over his problem. Sometimes a person and a horse don't click, as much as you want it to happen. Sometimes horses just aren't suited for the work you have planned for them. And since my job is not really a Horse Trainer (I loosely label myself a Horse Conditioner who does some training), I gave up.

Steph gave him to the neighbors to work with and sell. We all figured Rick could get him over his problem - sometimes it just takes a different rider, sometimes it takes a man who's heavier and just has a different approach to riding; and Rick has handled plenty of horses with problems.

Rick took him out a few times and they did well; then one day out on the trail, out of the blue, no warning, Kazam bucked hard, threw Rick flying high, and he took off running towards home.

Rick walked back home, got right back on Kazam, and took him right back out. Things were going fine again out on the trail again and the exact same thing happened. No warning, hard buck, Rick flew, Kazam ran home. Rick walked a long way back home, and was going to get right back on Kazam and take him right back out, but Carol called up the neighbor cowboy and said, Come pick up a free horse if you want him. And Kazam was gone within the hour. He'll probably (hopefully) be put right to work on a ranch or the stockyards. That's what I hope, anyway. Work him hard. Wear his butt out. Make him too tired to buck and give him no place he wants to run home to.

This story is my catharsis - it took me a while to face my guilt and be able to write it... but it won't keep me from always feeling guilty. I didn't try my hardest with Kazam - and there you have it - I just didn't. I feel bad for Kazam; I feel sad for his brother Jose who enjoyed having him around. I feel bad. My biggest fear is a horse I love ending up in a bad home or in the kill pens (one of the main reasons I quit the racetrack), and this possibility - for yet another horse I've known and loved - will always be on my conscience.... along with all the others.

Steph and Carol both cut their losses... I guess I did mine too, seeing that eventually another broken rib or broken something else could have been in my future with Kazam.

I failed in 'fixing' Kazam, but I guess the moral of the story is, I'm not that bad a rider - it wasn't just me, it was him.

Doesn't make me feel all that much better about the outcome, though.

Friday, March 26, 2010

Not My Mama!



Friday March 26 2010

Never mind Kazam looks not in the least, in color, size, shape, personality, and not to mention sex, like her mother Princess; but Smokey still sidled up to Kazam to try to nurse.

She's been weaned for 3 months, and has been hanging out with the (much) older boys since then, but she must have had an instinctive pang for her mama, and momentary loss of her senses.

Kazam set her straight right away.




Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Attempt



Tuesday January 26 2010

Mother Nature made an attempt to pacify my clamoring for snow. She left an inch and a half of wet snow on the crick last night.

It wasn't particularly impressive, since it's already started melting, but, it was a noble, admirable effort!










Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Storm Play



Wednesday January 20 2010

The clouds are blowing in... descending over the Owyhees. Snowflakes in the forecast, with "New snow accumulation of 1 to 2 inches possible" on Friday. (I can only HOPE we are getting a real winter storm.)

The horse herd is running around with tails up in the air, bucking, dodging, spinning, and sparring with each other.

I can only deduce that the prospect of snow makes them giddy also.






Thursday, January 14, 2010

It Was a Good Day



Thursday January 14 2010

From orange sunrise to artist's sunset, it was a pretty awesome 'winter' day in Owyhee - which is saying something, coming from someone who craves MORE SNOW. (Another way of describing today might be "ridiculously mild.") Temperatures in the (gasp) 30's, sunshine warm, air sharp and clear, breeze minimal, horses enthusiastic.

Jose and Suz had a nice ride together, and Kazam performed admirably well on his own (an update on him a bit later). Nothing like a couple of good rides to make you feel satisfied.

The sunset was one that actually punched you in the stomach, snatched your breath away when you first saw it. A screech owl hooted his approval in a cottonwood by the creek as Nature's fireworks framed Jose and the Owyhee mountains in a fitting farewell to the day.

It was just a marvelous day all around.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

The Horses Who Stare At Goats



Saturday January 2, 2010

Perfect Balance shoers Linda and Mike came to the rancho to shoe some horses this fine balmy winter day. They always bring their dogs, but today they also brought an extra dog crate full of...

Two orphan baby goats!

Dudley was the first to meet them. He was absolutely intrigued!




As was Jose! He kept following them around.






This baby tried to pull a twig out of Jose's mouth.


Kazam didn't know quite what to think of them.




All ears forward.


Finneas and Dudley stare at the goats.


It's good training for endurance horses. You never know when you'll encounter a goat on the trail, right?

Dudley and Jose would LOVE to have goats of their own. I can picture Dudley and his goat climbing on everything. I can see Jose and the goats chasing each other, leaping off all fours and spinning in mid-air.

Steph doesn't REALLY need a garden this summer, does she?

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Welcome Home



Wednesday December 30 2009

An inch of snow greets me the morning I have returned to Owyhee. The cold caresses my ears and toes.

The melodious Owyhee desert silence envelops me like a familiar worn blanket.

A herd of happy Owyhee horses welcomes me when I walk outside. They all drop what they are doing (eating) to come up and greet me. (Well... all except for Dudley and Stormy, the fattest ones, who know I will come up to them!)

I run my fingers through long horse coats, scratch uplifted necks, get Owyhee dirt back under my fingernails.

Jose looks me in the eye. He shoves me repeatedly with his nose, chiding me for being gone. I bury my head in his mane. He smells sweetly of sagebrush and Horse.

The baby has me rub her eye. Finneas bows for me. Kazam gets hugs. Huckleberry hangs out beside me for a while. Stormy searches my pockets for carrots. They really do miss me.

Nothing better than a heartfelt welcome home when you've been gone.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Failure to Communicate



Sunday December 20 2009

Nothing like a healthy dose of failure to 1) spur you on to greater determination or 2) just make you give up. I don't know yet which I will choose.

You know right away if something ISN'T working with a horse, but you just don't know if something IS going to work with a mental case until it works. And how much work have you undone by doing the wrong thing?

After saying Kazam's training was progressing so well - he's Insecure going out by himself - he's made a definite reversal to the Dark Side. And I just don't know what to do for him.

We'd been going along so well by ourselves. He was finally going out fairly willingly; he progressed through his rides calmly, (on the best days, walked, trotted, cantered on a loose rein); he saw antelope and deer and dogs and didn't panic; he no longer jigged home but had a nice strong calm energetic walk or trot.

Then, I thought as a reward, I'd take him out with Carol and Suz. If you recall, these were the two that dumped us when I broke my rib.

So what happens on this day? Out on the northwest bluffs we see horses. Oh boy! Not cows, not antelope, not deer, but horses - WILD HORSES! (They were ranch horses turned out for the winter.) They were the next bluff over, and they started to move, then run, out of sight down a wash.

That did it. Both horses got wound up and a bit frantic, and it took us some work to get their minds back. We worked them up and down washes and hills, and finally we got some sense of halfway decent behavior back.

After that - it was back to going out alone on Kazam. But he's never recovered mentally.

His anxiety symptoms returned: reluctant to go out, jumpy, insecure, not relaxed, wanting to jig on the way home. Didn't matter if it was a short ride or long ride, it was the same.

Today I almost thought he'd gotten over the hump again. He went out willingly, was relaxed - so relaxed we walked, trotted, cantered, worked on transitions. At times he was moving off my legs and weight alone, no reins.

And then just before we turned for home: cows. Normally he isn't worried by cows, but these were... COWS. ON THE WAY HOME. He became a blubbering ball of nerves. Anxious, overwrought, jigging, bouncing, chomping on the bit. He still listened, but he was frazzled. If I let him trot, he'd listen less and he want to take off.

Now jigging isn't always bad - like happy jigging; sometimes it's just annoying - like mad jigging. (Zayante, Jackie Bumgardner's endurance horse, could stay mad and jig for 45 miles, when he thought he was going too slow). There's a big difference between happy and mad jigging - where the horse still uses his brain, and anxious jigging - where the horse's brain has left the building.

So I did what I often do in that situation, which always works - I turned off the path for home (I can't always do this, but I was lucky here) and worked his fat butt up a steep sandy wash, and up a steeper hill. This time it didn't really help. Now he was out of breath and anxious, always wanting to turn sharply back towards home.

So I took him further out. Down into another wash, and back up a steep hill. It helped a little bit, but he kept wanting to beeline it towards home. I could have kept turning him away, and going further and further out... but eventually I still have to turn towards home. I wasn't dressed to ride to Arizona today. And at some point of anxiety, you're not going to get a horse over it.

I tried working him around the sagebrush in patterns, getting him to watch his feet and think, and while he did listen, and do what I asked, he was constantly fretting about it. And at some point you realize that what you are doing is not working, and you are not helping the horse.

So we just stopped. He was able to stand there - anxiously, but he stood. We stood a while. We stood long enough for me to think about about just giving up - unsaddling him and turning him loose there. See ya Kazam! Well, not that, but, what was best for him at this point? Getting off and leading him home? No. Taking him further out? No. Working him to get his attention more here? No. It was time to stop for the day.

I headed him back home yet a different way. We had to work hard on not jigging, and he TRIED not to - but it was difficult. But if you fight them too much over it, you're doing worse than if you let them jig/run home. Sometimes you walk a fine line.

Instead of letting him go straight home, I turned him in at the neighbors, and left him tied up there. I thought I'd leave him there a while. Like maybe till next April. You think Carol and Rick would notice an extra fat orange handsome horse eating their hay?

That did no good. He was just as anxious; spent half an hour whinnying and pawing and pacing around while tied up. (This summer we tried putting Kazam with Finneas and Dudley on the upper 200, and Kazam ran and ran and ran and ran the fence, until he finally jumped it. Twice. So he could have kept this up for weeks.)

One trainer I know says, "If something's not working, try something else."

What I'm doing is not working. The problem is trying to figure out what WILL work. Every horse is different. I've ridden many green horses and I've worked with a lot of mental cases. Obviously I have not worked with enough of them! Every horse is different. The same solution that worked on one horse may not work with the next one.

So, think Merri. What does Kazam need?

These are his good points. He's good, attentive and smart with groundwork. When he's calm and listening under saddle, he's very light. He's not really spooky, and when he does encounter something questionable out on the trail, (like a horse-eating cow pie) he might side step it but he doesn't freak out. He's stopped bolting - now if something scares him from behind, he just scoots a step or two then stops himself.

What is his main problem? Getting anxious and losing his brain. When does the problem start? It starts when he's at a certain point on the way home. It's a different spot each time (we always vary our trails) and different distance from home, and it doesn't seem to matter if I've done a long ride or a short ride; it's always somewhere on the way home. He has to get home.

Should I just give up and just start riding him in company? (Would that even help him relax? Or will it make him bad all over again about going out alone? I don't want to have to start that over again. And what good is a horse that is going to panic with you if he suddenly realizes he is by himself?)

Clinton Anderson says, "Make the wrong thing hard, and the right thing easy."

What's the wrong thing Kazam is doing? He's wanting to get home too fast, getting anxious, losing his brain. What's the right thing Kazam should do? Walk or trot back home calmly, the same speed he went out unless I ask him to change it, and keep a hold of his brain.

What might make him not want to get home too fast? Making home not so attractive. So, what if I make home a place where he isn't so anxious to get back to?

What if I work his butt hard as soon as he gets home, make him do work he'd rather not do, so that he might not want to rush home, and he might think being out on the trail is rather much nicer? Work him in the round pen (really, it's hard to tire an Arabian, but you can at least make them get some more exercise, work on communication) till he really doesn't want to do that anymore. Then tie him up to the hitching rail and leave him for an hour. That doesn't sound like fun to me.

That's what I did today after I brought him back home from the neighbor's house. I took him straight to the round pen and worked him a half hour, then left him tied up to the hitching rail another half hour.

I sat here pounding out my frustration on the computer as I watched him outside the window, standing tied to the rail. He stood there, looking around for me, looking at the herd he'd rather be out eating with, but he was quiet.

Should I just give up?

I don't know the right answer.

But I won't quit just yet. Tomorrow I'm taking him out on a little loop. When we get back to the house, I'm going to work him hard - in the round pen, along fences, moving his front end, back end, whatever I can think of. Not long, but hard. No rest, no fun here at home. Then I'm getting right back on him and taking him out on another little loop. Get back and put him right back to serious work. Maybe I'll take him back out again and work him again when he gets back. Then I'll tie him up for an hour.

I don't know if that will help, or if it will make things worse.

Nothing like ending the day feeling like a failure.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Snow Horse



Saturday December 12 2009

After being -10* the last 3 nights, 30* and snow felt downright balmy.

Good thing, because no matter what, rain, sleet, snow, hail, or the W-word, Kazam must go out.

And I don't dread it anymore, because he really is getting better - a little bit every ride.

Today we had a nice meander in the quiet desert snowfall.

There was a day I didn't think he'd ever be a decent ride. He's getting there.

I am pretty sure his brother Jose has been mentoring him.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

You WILL Play



Thursday December 10 2009

You can't say no when the Owyhee Social Director, Jose Viola, says it's time to play. You might possibly be excused if you are slow, or fat, or lame, (or all three as in the case of, say, Stormy), but you will play when you are recruited. You just won't be able to help yourself.

This is how it might work:
Jose is on a mission.


Huckleberry is enlisted.




It's the Rear-Spin-Bite-Sprint-Fake Kick trick!










Or like this:
Here Jose starts with a roll and a good shake off.


He entices Kazam into a roll,


but then performs a daring sneak attack on him,


bites him on the butt,


and runs away!






Wicked!

Kazam is returning for revenge.


Jose offers him a peace bribe.


Works every time.


It's all good infectious fun, and no matter what kind of scrooge you might be, Jose will eventually wear you down.