| One such horse came to
me in this way and changed my perspective forever. He
was an 8 year old buckskin mustang gelding named BUCK.
He stood 15" 2' hands and
weighed 1200 pounds. He had steel cold eyes, a hardened
face, lots of scars from many untold battles and was always
ready for a fight. I worked him off several days in the
bullring and thought it was then time to try him out.
Placing one of my better wranglers on him, we worked in
the small ring for a few minutes. He seemed calm and relaxed
so we went to the larger arena where without warning,
BUCK… immediately lived up to his name. He sent
the young man flying into the air doing summersaults along
the way and landing with a loud crumpled thud. As soon
as he had catapulted the boy, Buck then suddenly stopped
in his tracks, turned and stared. I thought “What
in the world was going through this horse’s mind?”
Little did I know what was really going on in his head.
As standard practice with all new horses,
they are brought up to the hitching rail brushed and saddled
every day and tied in the middle of the
action so they can adjust and capture all the noise
and energy around them. Knowing that Saturdays in season
were very busy and required lots of extra hands we were
always hiring new people to help water, feed and bring
the horses to the mounting area. On this particular morning,
we had 30 riders ready to go out for the breakfast ride.
The activities were rushed as the group had arrived late
and we were under a time schedule, so people were scurrying
around, mounting riders and heading out on the trail in
small groups.
As I was in the office registering folks,
I looked up and saw that BUCK was in the string headed
out on the trail and on board was an elderly woman who
had never ridden a horse before. She had the reins dropped
on his neck while holding on to the saddle horn with a
look on her face that said “I'm scared to death,
Lord help me”. Holy jumping sweet Joseph! My first
reaction was to mount my horse and run out screaming for
her to get off BUCK. Something intuitively though, told
me not to do so. To this day, I'm not sure what it was,
but a voice inside me told me be still and watch.
I mounted my horse and followed them
close by for the entire trail ride. I looked into BUCK's
eyes and face; he seemed to be smiling at me. His head
and his ears were flopping in rhythm as he walked and
his neck was dropped. He was watching the trail and where
he placed his feet with great care and intensity. The
lady would lose her balance and slide dangerously close
to falling off and with each occurrence, BUCK would slow
down shift his weight and wait to go until she was ready
to proceed. The entire time I could hear her talking to
him with this sweet and trusting tone.
I quickly realized that BUCK was
“talking” back in the same gentle loving way.
Needless to say, a wrangler never tried
to “make” him again and BUCK's name change
to LUCKY and he became one of the best babysitters we
had. LUCKY was sold to a young girl and became a gymkhana
champion.
This was the humble beginnings of what
I call T.R.U.E. When you have mutual trust, respect,
and understanding, excellence in all things is the end
result.
Since that time, I have coached and worked
with the physically and mentally challenged, young adults
in prison, and folks who have suffered serious traumas.
This same philosophy has allowed me to train riders to
maximize and realize their TRUE potential and performance.
This teaching applies to all disciplines and levels from
beginner to professional. Learning to Trust ones self,
Respect others and have compassion and Understanding for
yourself, your horse and others will lead to Excellence
in life and success in all things
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