Hideout Ranch - on the trails of our hearts

14/05/2024

Fourteen years ago, sunshine arrived at Hideout Ranch. Happy Gotcha Day, Kachina...

20/04/2024

Success is all but guaranteed...

23/11/2023

"You were just too busy being fabulous..."

03/10/2023

Just watched Taza out on the track with his kid. His trot made the other riders sit up and take note. His canter made me cry. Truly. To see this horse out in the sparkling bright blue Arizona sunshine, flowing in all his painted majesty with the mountains as a backdrop is the most gratifying, satisfying feeling imaginable. The smile on his kid's face was priceless...

01/10/2023

Riches, Kachina, and Po Campo all had a full dental exam and work yesterday. Riches had two loose teeth pulled and a small fragmant removed. Kachina had one. (Of course, I kept them - why do you ask?) Po's mouth was in fairly good shape.

Apparently, as their teeth indicate, Kachina and Po are in their mid 20s. Riches I know without question is 27. China surprised me a bit. Still. They are all three in good weight again, with Pea needing just few more pounds.

My goal and full intent is to keep them all going as long as I possibly can. Kachina has a couple of the kids riding her, and Riches has also been out a couple of times. I have an Impact Gel pad coming for her as she has returned to her English roots. No more Western for Sambora's Riches!

The three boys - Orrin, Taza, and Red Cloud - are fat and happy. Each one is a blessing and I never take any moment with them for granted. Ever...

28/06/2023

Kachina sprouts a Bermuda beard, Po anxiously awaits breakfast, and Riches maintains a discreet, dignified distance...

24/05/2023

Orrin models his new rig...

30/06/2022

This spectacular image of Po Campo won 4th place at the Wisconsin State Fair recently. So proud of our precious boy...

29/05/2022

Cap. Oh, Cap...

01/04/2022

Craig would tell first-time riders this, in all seriousness despite the twinkle in his eye...

Where is the lie?!

27/03/2022

When your saddle slides right into place and you're back on your ...

15/02/2022

"And we rode our horses through Apache Pass, felt the spirit of old Geronimo." - Andrew Farriss

What a dazzling day to ride historic Fort Bowie. Hideout Horses Riches and Red Cloud, both walking the Butterfield Stage Trail for the first time, were ideal trail companions. What a breathtaking ride...

For anyone who hasn't heard the haunting tribute to Bowie and the incredible Southeastern Arizona history we ride, be sure to listen to "Apache Pass". Oh! Enjoy the video as well...

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=a8pIQo_lxMA

12/02/2022

Each and every Hideout Horse brought us love, joy, and a breadth of lessons we didn't know we needed to learn. So deeply grateful for each of them...

02/01/2022

Gathering photos for a Hideout Ranch photo book (more on this soon), I find one of Ike expressing himself up at the Waterfall...

24/12/2021

This is to those who understand without an explanation...

I found this poem on a friends page and thought it might touch a few of you. I hope you enjoy.

Along the Dusty Trail

This old horse, the Rancher said,
she’s seen some better days,
she’s eating up my profits,
and costs a lot for hay.

Another horse would suit me,
a stronger one at that,
shes seen a lot of miles
just like my cowboy hat.

This old horse, the Rancher said,
she helped me herd my steer,
I’m pretty sure shes magic,
I know I hold her dear.

Another horse would suit me,
one that can run fast,
maybe one that’s younger,
or maybe one that lasts.

This old horse, the Rancher said,
she’s long and far in tooth,
my children do remember,
her fondly from their youth.

Another horse would suit me,
a gelding in his prime,
one that needs less fixin’,
that helps me save a dime.

Why, they asked, then keep her?
why not trade her now?
bring her to an auction?
replace her with a cow?

The Rancher's brow grew heavy,
he took a staggered step,
his eyes did show his hardships,
in wrinkles, as they crept.

His breath, he took in deeply,
as he poised to say his words,
it’s as if the earth grew silent,
that his message should be heard.

This old horse, the Rancher said,
has given me her life,
I wouldn’t trade for anything,
nor either, would my wife.

Another horse would suit me,
and perhaps someday will come,
but this old gal, I love her,
she is the chosen one.

This old horse, the Rancher said,
her service she did lend,
her and I, have seen the years,
this old horse, she is my friend.

Another horse would suit me well,
but her home is here to keep,
I owe her sanctuary,
my love for her is deep.

Another horse would suit me well,
and younger days for me,
and I will keep my promise,
until our last breaths, set us free."