09/11/2020
My Journey Here.
I don’t remember a time in my life before horses. I grew up on a farm in a little agriculture community in Speedwell, TN where my dad always had several Tennessee Walking Horse broodmares. He would breed the mares, raise the foals, and sell them. Dad was my first equine teacher. I can remember fun times where dad would get out one of the mares. My siblings and I loved one named Shelby. Early on Dad would lead us around while we held the reins and steered, as well as asked the horse to “Whoa”. We had a great time. Eventually, Dad turned us loose in one of the smaller pastures where we would ride around the square pen acting like we were in a show ring. Dad taught us a lot about life and horses. He taught us to always put our relationship with God first. And, he taught us to be confident on the horse, as well as being present, or “Watch what you’re doing!”
My siblings and I were homeschooled through middle school and high school (grades 6-12) so we had lots of time to spend with horses. I wish I had taken advantage of this more, but even so, we were able to spend hours with our horses. When I was around 12 or so, my dad gave me a black TWH mare named Motown Mimi. Mimi carried herself well in the bridle and was overall very gentle. I loved this mare so much. We rode all over our farm and would drive cattle when we needed them moved from one field to another. My siblings and I also rode her in some local 4-H shows in which she did fairly well. At this time, my horsemanship consisted of trying to get our Tennessee Walking Horses to get into the smoothest gait I could.
When I was around 13-14, Mimi had a gray roan c**t I named Thunderhead. My horsemanship began to grow from this point. Some of my first “pick myself up and dust myself off” stories came from early in his life. I remember once when he was just a weanling, I was trying to get him to gait while leading him in the pasture. He got a full head of steam and took off, dragging me, hanging on to his lead rope for several yards before I let go! But, I enjoyed growing with him.
He was the first horse I started under saddle. I knew next to nothing about starting horses at the time. I think my dad had told me that the way he’d done it was to put the saddle on and climb on while someone led him. One Sunday morning before church, that’s what I did. I saddled him up and got on while my brother led him around our hayfield. Believe it or not, he did extremely well. I credit this probably to my ignorant confidence and that he had been handled quite a bit from a young age. The craziest part of the story is that our 4-H show season started 7 days later and I actually took him to that show planning to ride him. He did well in the halter classes. He even did well riding outside the arena. However, the saddle with which we showed had a girth that was too long. I couldn’t get the saddle tight enough and when he spooked at something in the arena, the saddle and myself slipped off the side. Thunderhead had a nice bolt and buck across the arena. Needless to say, the people in charge of the 4-H show asked us not to bring the “green horse” back in the arena. It’s humorous now, but at the time I was so mad. Looking back, it was of course silly to have tried to show a horse seven days after he’d been started by a 15-year-old. I’m glad I did though, because it has made for a great story! Thunderhead was shown several times that season and did well when we got a properly sized girth.
My next big leap in my horsemanship journey happened when i was around 16 when at a 4-H Horse Bowl/Hippology Contest at the University of Tennessee I saw a guy in a cowboy hat named Mike Branch talking about wild mustangs. He was talking about an event called the Youth and Yearling Challenge in which a young person received a yearling mustang to gentle over the course of 90 days. At the end of the 90 days, there was a competition judging the mustang’s body condition as well as it’s handling. I entered the competition. I knew that gentling a wild horse would require a higher level of horsemanship than what I’d done before. We bought Mike Branch’s DVD on gentling the wild mustang. I watched how Mr. Branch worked with that mustang and haltered it and was getting it to give to the halter in about an hour. It took me longer than that, but I was able to gentle my chestnut mustang gelding out of Utah I named Cochise. In 90 days, I was picking up all 4 feet, leading at the walk, trot, and back up. Looking back, I probably didn’t do my best. But, at the time I thought having that kind of handling on a wild mustang was an incredible accomplishment. Competition day came and when we got there, I knew Cochise and I weren’t going to be competitive. There were people there who had their mustang walking over tarps, laying down, going over obstacles, among other things. I was blown away. We made it through the competition and met some cool people. But I knew I could do better and that I had to try it again. Over the following months, I progressed with Cochise to include some of the other work like the obstacles and tarp work.
The next year I adopted a mustang I named Macy. She was out of Nevada and was a beautiful black filly with a star. I had her haltered in no time and we were working outside of the round pen in just a few days. I made plenty of mistakes that I’m paying for now. (I’m currently starting her under saddle.) But, I progressed much further, quicker with her than with Cochise. Much of this was due to the fact that I started trying to learn more about horsemanship. I began recording episodes of Downunder Horsemanship with Clinton Anderson, and Chris Cox Horsemanship on RFDtv, as well as some others. I understand some might not care for these clinicians. Clinton Anderson really tends to draw some haters. However, they really helped me progress in my horsemanship journey and I’m very grateful. By competition time, Macy was lunging around on a loose lead, backing on a loose lead, yielding her hindquarters, jumping barrels, walking over the tarp, loading and unloading in the trailer, and more. I was very pleased. On competition day, Macy won the senior division but lost the grand prize by just a few fractions of a point to one of the junior handlers. Of course, it was bittersweet, but I was happy with the way we competed.
Perhaps the most important thing to come out of that competition was that Mike Branch, the horseman who coordinated the competition, asked me to spend a week at his place working with horses. I jumped at the chance. During the week, we were getting ready for another mustang distribution for a fall competition so there was a lot of work. But, I still learned a lot in that week riding his horse, Karma. Later, I was able to spend more time with Mike Branch and His wife, Lisa. I am extremely thankful for their influence.
It was also around this time that I started a few of my dad’s horses which gave me new experiences and other “pick myself up and dust myself off” moments. Those horses taught me much. I also ended up starting my first mustang, Cochise, under saddle. Cochise was the kind of horse that you could teach him something one day, not ask him to do it for 6 months, then ask him and he’d do it like he’d been doing it his whole life. Sadly, he colicked and died young.
When I graduated high school, I decided I wanted to go to school to become a funeral director and embalmer. This job is not for everyone, but I enjoyed the work. I gew up as a pastor’s son and watched my dad with grieving families and saw there was a need for compassionate care. The mortuary school was in Nashville so I moved to middle Tennessee to Unionville where I rented an apartment in a horse barn from some wonderful people, Earnest and Mary Ella Burke. They had horses that needed work and I was able to help. One of these horses was the spotted mare in the grainy profile picture on the “Who is the Apprentice?” page. Those horses taught me a lot as well.
When I moved home from school, my life started to drift away from horses because of my work schedule. My job requires you to be on call which meant I had to stay closer to work, away from the farm and horses. For probably 5-6 years there I didn’t start any new horses and rarely rode.
In May of this year, I married my beautiful bride Margo who is an accomplished horsewoman herself. One of the first things we did as a married couple was we started two c**ts, a red roan gelding named Ricky and my second mustang, Macy. Macy has challenged my horsemanship in a way it hasn’t been challenged before. I’ve had several rides on her in the round pen, but she continues to buck. I ended up hurting my knee while working with her in a freak accident where my knee cap subluxated and caused my knee to collapse. This made me step back from riding her and really evaluate my horsemanship which is part of the reason I’ve started this website. I’m hoping to share some of my experiences to hopefully help others not make the same mistakes or at least enjoy the process more. I’m eager to learn what the horses will teach me over the next part of my journey.
Please leave a comment if you don’t mind and tell me a little about your journey to this point.