Windy and cold

That ol’ northwest wind was howling! Plumb felt like winter.
So….. if March came in like a lamb, kind’a, does that mean it’s going out like a lion, kind’a? 🙂
I had plans to take the filly and Colonel up to Brad’s this afternoon and Brad was going to start working with the filly and I was going to get the second ride there with Brad to help and guide me. But….Cindy called about 12:30 and asked if I didn’t have a tax appointment today? I’ll be darned, I do!

So I scurried around and changed clothes and got all my stuff together and hit the road, slightly more faster, well…okay,. quite a lot more faster than I usually drive. I had several other things to do in Sturgis before I went on to Rapid. Like get the tags for the vehicles which were supposed to be on by March 1st! Got that done and stopped to cash a check at the bank and ended up waiting for Cindy. We got there plenty early so I dropped Cindy off at Hopes sister’s house where they were making cakes as Cindy wanted to watch. And play with the grand kids under the guise of “baby setting”! Yeah, right. I went back, got all my info to my tax guy and it wasn’t as bad as it could be. Pretty simple, if you don’t make much they don’t take much.

I went back and visited and watch Hope decorate and played with Addy Bear, as the boys were involved with a movie with their cousins. We left and went to the Olive Garden for some early supper. Didn’t order too much but had a miscommunication with the lovely waitress, so got more than we ordered. but didn’t have to pay for one meal, so made it up by tipping the nice young lady well. We headed back to Sturgis, I dropped Cindy off at her car and then went to the grocery store and picked up a couple items.

Hopefully tomorrow I can get back to the colts and the saddle. I did get some done on the saddle this morning in between chores. Probably have a picture or two shortly on here.

Latest entry in horse training

5th session
While I was waiting for Cindy to get home, I went out to catch the colts. Colonel followed me into the barn, so I put a halter on him, very easily, then tied him to the fence and saddled him up. Brushed him a bit as his hair showed tracks from the last snow fall. He handled it all well, but seemed a little impatient with me. Seeing as my round corral is slippery and snow packed, I took him in the back of the shed, 40 x 40 feet. The filly followed us in, so I tied Col to a gentle post and then shut the door on them both, went and got my soft nylon rope and hackamore and chinks. When I came in the shed I hung up all but the rope and went to working with the filly.
I had made a contract with her yesterday that if she faced me I would take the pressure off. If she tried to turn her butt to me I would swing what ever was in my hand to agitate her a bit. She remembered her lesson well and in just a short time I could walk up to almost touch her. But I didn’t. I waited for her to touch me with her nose and sniff me. After she got very comfortable with that, I moved her off and let her circle and started throwing the coils of ropes over her back. Of course that upset her a bit at first, but in just a minute or two she wouldn’t even flinch when I threw them at her or if I flipped it around on her back and neck and hindquarters. Pretty amazing when you remember how snorty she is.
Pretty soon I had her circling away from me, backwards and dragging quite a bit of the rope from her neck, so I just reached down and picked it up and then I had a lop around her neck and worked her back and forth like that. When I felt she was ready for the halter I went over and took the halter off Colonel who had been an impatient audience for all this. He immediately walked over and hooked up with his half sister. I stuck the lead rope and a part of the halter thru’ my belt so that it would be handy when I needed it, but still out of the way of my hands. I again threw part of the rope over her back and worked to get it up around her neck at the throat latch area. I picked up the extra and again had control. She is very light and sensitive. In just a few minutes she would let me rub all over her with the coils of the rope in my hand, on both sides, clear over her butt. She was nervous and watchful, but stood for it well. I love a horse with brains. 🙂
I rubbed on her with my hand where I was going to be working to get the halter on and in a few more minutes had it carefully slipped over her nose and the poll and tied it off.
All this time Colonel was watching or pestering us wanting to be a part of it. Soon I had her moving from side to side with just very gentle pressure on the lead rope. I asked her to walk by me and turn her butt away and step across with her hind feet as she did so. It took a few tries for her to understand this, but she soon was doing that also. About then Colonel was right there and she kind of got on the other side of him from me so I just let the lead rope go behind him and then watched to see what would happen. Nothing, tho’ he did kind of look to me to see what it was I wanted. So I stepped back and flipped the rope up over the saddle and took a half turn on the horn and asked him to move off a little. When the pressure came to the horn he never even twitched. Just moved until he felt the pressure and stopped. So I decided to kill two birds with one stone and set out to let him lead her from the horn. Worked well. She was more willing to go along with him and he found he could walk into the pressure from the rope on the horn. Neither got excited and when the filly did set back a bit, he just kept on going and she gave to pressure. When she did, he stopped and I didn’t even have to let slack in the rope for her to get the release. She gave it to herself. Beautiful!
I messed with her a bit more and then removed the halter off her and put her out of the shed and put my hackamore on Colonel and let him wander around the shed as I put on my chinks. As I was doing this he was nuzzling me for a bit then walked off to make sure he really couldn’t get out of the shed to go with his sister. I walked over and asked him to move off and when he was a bit lazy about it, I took my soft nylon rope and used it to encourage him to move off. I threw the loose end over his back and saddle and as soon as it would get snug he would yield to pressure and come towards me. I then had him trot and lope a few strides,both directions to make sure he had all the kinks out. Cindy had come out to watch and in case I got into a wreck. I have an old oblong water tank setting along side the wall, upside down which I can use for a platform to walk these horses up to me and then I can lean over them and get them used to switching eyes so they are not startled when I swing a leg over. And I don’t put much pull on the saddle when I step on either, so they get to liking it and it’s easier for an old fat man to get on one, especially when you are bundled up or it’s muddy. Comes in real handy later on in their career.
I had him step up to it so I was on his right side and leaned over with a little weight in the stirrup, flopped the off side stirrup around and made sure he was cool with all of that. I then sent him past and turned him and had him come up with his left side to me. For some reason he doesn’t do that as well, so it took several tries to get him positioned where I wanted him. I did the same as the other side and then just stepped on. I had rigged up a night latch for my left hand and also a loop on the rear jockey on the right side. I also have my rope tied on good and solid on the front of the right side, so I have several good hand holds if a colt wants to get frisky. Might not save me but it might help me get thru’ a rough patch or two. I reached back with my right hand and got a good hold and went to petting and rubbing him with my left hand on his neck. He turned his head and sniffed of my toe in the stirrup a bit and then moved off easy. I kept petting and rubbing his neck and then switched handholds and rubbed with the right hand. All this time he was just moving around freely and not getting tight in any way. Pretty son, I would pick up the mecate, which I had crossed and loped over the horn and give a slight touch with it, on the side he was starting to go towards, so he will learn and understand that signal. He stopped over by Cindy who was standing behind a couple of panels in the corner. So I reached and lightly pulled back on the left rein and as his head came that way he started to move and I never did have to take all the float out. I did that on both sides several times and then decided that was a good first ride. I did get him to circle pretty tight to set him up for a one rein stop. About then he walked over to
Cindy and sniffed her so I had her just take a hold of the rein and hold him so I could step off. I wiggled back and forth a little as a signal to him I was gong to get off and then stepped down smoothly. He got startled a bit and moved away as far as he could, but with her hold on the rein it wasn’t too far. It was nice Cindy had a hold of him, sure avoided a bad deal and him getting scared of a person getting off in the future.
I then worked on stepping on and off from the left side and got him to stand good for that. I attempted to get on from the right, but I am just too uncoordinated! I decided that was a good place to quit. So this session went real well. He is a long ways from a gentle horse, but shows the makings of a good one so far.

Not bad….

Well, the storm has passed. We got maybe 5 inches of snow. Drifted up a little, but not bad. It’s 35 degree’s out right now and the sun is shining.

I fed with the tractor so I could move snow around. Then sorted horses and turned the unused ones out and kept in the colt and his half sister who is going to the trainer this weekend. He mentioned maybe I ought to work on her halter breaking before I sent her, so I did. Went well. Afterword’s I worked with Colonel a little too.

Nerer got too cold and sure wasn’t too bad, but then I wasn’t calving or lambing either.

Hmmmm

Well so far all we have is a cool but nice day. Overcast but no snow and not a lot of wind. this thing must be coming thru’ slower or tracking different, tho’ it still predicts gust up in the mid 30’s and up to about 5 or 6 inches of snow.

Maybe the weather is wrong? 😮

I got everything fed and am ready as I can be. Boy, one of the bales I hooked on to this morning with the team, they had to really scratch and dig to get it moving and it was mostly off the ground. Heavy bale!

Blizzard warning

Supposed to get a good amount of snow and wind starting with the snow tonight and running thru’ Wednesday morning. So I decided that the cows down south ought to come home. It was about 16 this morning when I plugged the tractor in, thinking I might need it to lure the cows in with hay. All the horses were close so I fed the old and preggo and thin ones grain and locked the rest in, so I’d have a horse in case I needed one, and/or the team. We dressed up and then Cindy and I and the dogs drove the pickup south to find them and try and load some big barrels of mineral I had just given them the other day. We found them, we had the dogs, they was headed in the right direction, so we just let the dogs do their thing and drove them almost home, then got ahead to set a few gates, came back and urged them on and they slipped across the road and into the little pasture behind the house where they were pretty excited to see some old hay the thin horses hadn’t cleaned up yet. First hay they had seen since I moved them south a few months ago. Wasn’t a real “cowboy” way to move them, but it sure worked slick. I am waiting a bit, drinking tea and then I will go out and harness up and feed them and the others, some hay. Probably just mix them in with the calves and thinner cows that have been around here and they will stay together until after they calve now. Lots of old grass still down there, but it will be there to help catch snow and promote new growth in the spring. And there is grass out here where the other cows calves and horses have been running.

Wind is coming out of the south east but is going to switch tonight and move to the north north east according to my weather on the computer.

Shoulder/neck is better this morning but still tender. I’d like to go get on my colt, but doubt it will happen. Maybe after the storm when I’ve got some nice deep drifts to ride him in? 😉

Happy Birthday Addy Bear

Addy turned 1 year old today. We did not get to go to her house but will in a day or so, hopefully. Cindy and I headed south this morning to meet friends down by Martin, SD. We got to Wall and turned around and came back as the Interstate was a mess and it wasn’t supposed to get much better. we will have catch up with another day.

I somehow pulled some muscles in my neck and back so this afternoon we went up to Dean and Kay’s. Kay and Dean both worked on me and it helped. We looked at some old pictures from this country and had a good visit. When we got home I got in the tub with a steaming hot water and the bubble mat. When got out I felt much better, but now it is back. Cindy gave me a muscle relaxant and said I’d sleep REAL good. We shall see. Didn’t work with the colt today. Hopefully tomorrow. Snow storm coming so we will move the cows from down south home to morrow. Sure got a lot of “free” grazing while it lasted. I will be feeding hay from now on out.

Worth repeating

I’ve seen this awhile ago. Just got in an email, again, I think it’s worth sharing and worth reading again, if you already have, as I have.

Escort (Kleenex warning)

My lead flight attendant came to me and said, “We have an H.R. on this flight.” (H.R. stands for human remains.)

“Are they military?” I asked.

‘Yes’, she said.

‘Is there an escort?’ I asked.

‘Yes, I already assigned him a seat’.

‘Would you please tell him to come to the flight deck. You can board him early,” I said..

A short while later, a young army sergeant entered the flight deck. He was the image of the perfectly dressed soldier. He introduced himself and I asked him about his soldier.

The escorts of these fallen soldiers talk about them as if they are still alive and still with us. ‘My soldier is on his way back to Virginia,’ he said. He proceeded to answer my questions, but offered no words.

I asked him if there was anything I could do for him and he said no. I told him that he had the toughest job in the military and that I appreciated the work that he does for the families of our fallen soldiers. The first officer and I got up out of our seats to shake his hand. He left the flight deck to find his seat.

We completed our preflight checks, pushed back and performed an uneventful departure. About 30 minutes into our flight I received a call from the lead flight attendant in the cabin.

‘I just found out the family of the soldier we are carrying, is also on board’, she said. She then proceeded to tell me that the father, mother, wife and 2-year old daughter were escorting their son, husband, and father home. The family was upset because they were unable to see the container that the soldier was in before we left.

We were on our way to a major hub at which the family was going to wait four hours for the connecting flight home to Virginia. The father of the soldier told the flight attendant that knowing his son was below him in the cargo compartment and being unable to see him was too much for him and the family to bear. He had asked the flight attendant if there was anything that could be done to allow them to see him upon our arrival. The family wanted to be outside by the cargo door to watch the soldier being taken off the airplane.

I could hear the desperation in the flight attendants voice when she asked me if there was anything I could do. ‘I’m on it’, I said. I told her that I would get back to her.

Airborne communication with my company normally occurs in the form of e-mail like messages. I decided to bypass this system and contact my flight dispatcher directly on a secondary radio. There is a radio operator in the operations control center who connects you to the telephone of the dispatcher. I was in direct contact with the dispatcher. I explained the situation I had on board with the family and what it was the family wanted. He said he understood and that he would get back to me.

Two hours went by and I had not heard from the dispatcher. We were going to get busy soon and I needed to know what to tell the family. I sent a text message asking for an update. I Saved the return message from the dispatcher and the following is the text:
“Captain, sorry it has taken so long to get back to you. There is policy on this now and I had to check on a few things. Upon your arrival a dedicated escort team will meet the aircraft. The team will escort the family to the ramp and plane side. A van will be used to load the remains with a secondary van for the family.”

The family will be taken to their departure area and escorted into the terminal where the remains can be seen on the ramp. It is a private area for the family only. When the connecting aircraft arrives, the family will be escorted onto the ramp and plane side to watch the remains being loaded for the final leg home.

Captain, most of us here in flight control are veterans.. Please pass our condolences on to the family. Thanks.

I sent a message back telling flight control thanks for a good job. I printed out the message and gave it to the lead flight attendant to pass on to the father. The lead flight attendant was very thankful and told me, ‘You have no idea how much this will mean to them.’

Things started getting busy for the descent, approach and landing. After landing, we cleared the runway and taxied to the ramp area. The ramp is huge with 15 gates on either side of the alleyway. It is always a busy area with aircraft maneuvering every which way to enter and exit. When we entered the ramp and checked in with the ramp controller, we were told that all traffic was being held for us.

‘There is a team in place to meet the aircraft’, we were told. It looked like it was all coming together, then I realized that once we turned the seat belt sign off, everyone would stand up at once and delay the family from getting off the airplane. As we approached our gate, I asked the copilot to tell the ramp controller we were going to stop short of the gate to make an announcement to the passengers. He did that and the ramp controller said, ‘Take your time.’

I stopped the aircraft and set the parking brake. I pushed the public address button and said, ‘Ladies and gentleman, this is your Captain speaking I have stopped short of our gate to make a special announcement. We have a passenger on board who deserves our honor and respect. His Name is Private XXXXXX, a soldier who recently lost his life. Private XXXXXX is under your feet in the cargo hold. Escorting him today is Army Sergeant XXXXXXX. Also, on board are his father, mother, wife, and daughter. Your entire flight crew is asking for all passengers to remain in their seats to allow the family to exit the aircraft first. Thank you.’

We continued the turn to the gate, came to a stop and started our shutdown procedures. A couple of minutes later I opened the cockpit door. I found the two forward flight attendants crying, something you just do not see. I was told that after we came to a stop, every passenger on the aircraft stayed in their seats, waiting for the family to exit the aircraft.

When the family got up and gathered their things, a passenger slowly started to clap his hands. Moments later more passengers joined in and soon the entire aircraft was clapping. Words of ‘God Bless You’, I’m sorry, thank you, be proud, and other kind words were uttered to the family as they made their way down the aisle and out of the airplane.

They were escorted down to the ramp to finally be with their loved one.

Many of the passengers disembarking thanked me for the announcement I had made. They were just words, I told them, I could say them over and over again, but nothing I say will bring back that brave soldier.

I respectfully ask that all of you reflect on this event and the sacrifices that millions of our men and women have made to ensure our freedom and safety in these United States of AMERICA.

Ash Wednesday

This is the first day of our Lenten season. We are called to do more, with less, for ourselves and others, to broadly sum it up. I used to always just give something up that I really enjoyed, as a sacrifice. Sacrifice is love. If we love someone we sacrifice for them. Our children, spouses, family, friends and country. Why not for our Lord?

A few years ago it was pointed out to me that we should also use this time not only to give something up, but to try and improve ourselves. Thus, I gave up cussing. Every year. With various results. Now, it is not so much that I enjoy cussing, tho’ at times I do relish a good, nasty ol’ cuss word or two. Or three. Or a whole bunch strung out together. Heck, it can even sound so cool and is a great way to vent our frustrations and pain. And used to get a great reaction to those around you. I find it almost impossible to work with livestock without cussing!

But anymore, so many of the words that would have gotten my mouth washed out with soap if I used them, people just take as normal conversation. With the everyday use of these words, so many have lost their impact or punch. And they really were just a sign of someone who didn’t know how to properly say another, more expressive, but more succinct word. So those who cussed, by and large, are just showing their lack of intelligence in certain matters or word usage. Or their imagination. And who wants to think they lack intelligence? Or unimaginative? It’s also laziness. Too lazy to learn a more effective word or words that actually give a better meaning. And who wants to be considered lazy?

So in effort to better myself and sacrifice something that really has become much to commonplace in my word usage, I have forgone cussing as much as possible, during Lent.

Also I have decided that I shall spend less time on the internet doing things that distract me from much of life and especially my spiritual life. So I will spend very little time on Facebook and several of the places I normally go to chat to people across the interweb.

So to my fellow bloggers, if I do not post replies on your blogs, it might be because I didn’t have time. Or maybe didn’t even have time to read your latest entry. Or perhaps your content was a bit too, how shall I say this….earthy? And I don’t need that kind of stuff rattling around in my head.

I will still post on here, but maybe more just on the new heading “Horse Training”. See previous post as to why and what.

I hope you all have a great Lenten season.

Colonel

I will post all of these entries, starting with this post, under a new heading on the top of the bar, as Horse training.

I have decided as one of my Lenten vows to work with Colonel every day, thru’ Lent. He is a coming 3 year old gelding we raised. He is out of Plumb Pepinic by Smart Little Pepinic / DrySilver Scotch.

On the bottom side, his Dam is Flips Dusty Socks by Flipmia / Cool Lassie.

His registered name is Plumb Dusty Colonel. I call him Colonel, pronounced kur a nell, like Sargent Shultz pronounced it on Hogan’s Hero’s TV show, years ago. “Colonel Klink!” With a decidedly German accent. 😉

Like the character of Sargent Shultz on the show, “he knows NOTHINGK!”

Well, that isn’t quite true. He is sort of halter broke and knows to come to grain in a bucket. Kind of an easy going dude. Doesn’t seem to let much ruffle his feathers. So I decided that I wanted to try to train him myself, with coaching and encouragement from some others. I had promisd to send him to Brad, this spring, along with his half sister, for Brad to start. When I told Brad of my plans he was encouraging and said he would help me in any way he could. Little does he know, he may have bite off more than he can chew!

Me also, perhaps.

I have always liked using a hackamore set up. Well made rawhide bosal and a mecate set up, to start horses. When Chance was breaking colts for people, he started many of them this way and some with a ring or broken moth snaffle. (Not the kind with shanks, which really are not a snaffle anyway. To be a snaffle, there can be no shanks so there is no leverage with one. It is a bit that is to be used primarily with just one rein at a time.)

A bosal is very similar, but there are some people whom I admire, who say a bosal is still different. Or at least they use it slightly different. They hold that the bosal is used much like the bit that will go in the horses mouth at a later date, so the signals, or cues, are much the same. Kind of like teaching a person to drive a pickup with a four speed instead of a tractor, so when they get in a race car with a four speed, they will be doing the same things and not have to re-learn a different way or set of skills. It supposedly transfers the knowledge over to the pupil, or in this case, horse, better.

In the past I have sent my young horses off to several of these young guys around this country who are great horse hands and they always return a very nice horse who will do all anyone would ask of it, at that point in their training. But…they have used a snaffle or bosal, in the way most would use a snaffle. I have never had a problem switching them over to a bosal after I get them back, if they were started in the snaffle. But I am now learning that some of the cues they were taught are slightly different than what I want to use, so in order to improve myself and hopefully, help the horse and not have him have to re-learn these subtle cues, I am going to attempt to just do it myself. I will try and write on here every day as to what we worked on and how it went.

I have been keeping Colonel in with a couple horses I have close and been graining every day. I have played with him a couple times in the last few days. Today we started getting serious.

I sorted Col off into a corral by himself and let him have a little grain. I haltered him and we did have a little session about him wanting to turn his butt to me when I went to catch him. No big deal, I just made it easier for him to stand and let me approach him from the front, where I carefully put the halter on and adjusted it so it fit snug but not too tight.

I had noticed his feet needed trimming, so while he was interested in his grain, I cleaned and trimmed his right front foot. Evidently I have done this to him at some time in the past as he was very good to let me hold his foot. When got to his left front foot, his grain was gone and he didn’t want to let me hold his foot as well as the other, but he didn’t really fight. So I tied him by the halter rope, high with a quick release knot and cleaned and trimmed that front foot. At some point further along I will trim his back feet.

I then got a soft cotton rope about 3/4 inch and used it to hobble his front feet. He took it well and when I asked him to move his front feet from side to side, did not get too excited. I then got a pad and a saddle. I had the cinches tied up and the pad was soft, but firm. When I went to “sack him out” with the pad, he did show more reaction! There is some fire n there. 🙂 Nothing to extreme, but it was a good thing I did it. By the time I was done he stood very quietly. So I went and picked up the saddle, let him smell it a bit and then set it on his back. I didn’t flop it, I didn’t drop it, I, in the words of some of these guys, “set it on him like I was putting my hat on my head”. I wiggled it and then walked to the other side, let down the cincha’s and adjusted them to fit him and then walked back over and snugged up the front cinch and then the back one. He took all that real well. I was going to unhobble him, but decided that the corral I was in wasn’t the best place to do that if he got too excited. So I uncinched, pulled the saddle and pad off and re-set it again a couple times, went to the other side and did the same, then took the saddle and pad off that side and put it away. I came back and unhobbled him and fussed over him and scratched his ears. He wanted to pull away from me as I was taking the halter off so I worked on that and showed him to stay with me and lower his head. When he accepted all that well I just turned and walked away. The first real session went well.

Lately

Been doing leather work and odds and ends. Had a little snow the other morning. Sounds like more coming in tonight and tomorrow. It’s wet, we’ll take it. Like we had a choice…

Tomorrow is Ash Wednesday, the first day of out Lenten observation. One of my things to give up to help improve myself thu’ this time until Easter, is to spend less time on the computer, so if I don’t comment on your blog or on some of your stuff on Facebook, that is why.