Jodie was struggling with some fear issues from being severely hurt while on horses she really shouldn’t have been on, but she had trusted the instructor who told her to get on. It happens. Here’s a partial account of her day we just had:
EVER have one of those moments of clarity where everything just falls into place and makes sense?
Today I was presented with an amazing and very special gift. Not that it’s an unusual thing. We’re presented with multitudes of gifts on a daily basis. Today was different though.
And it’s because of this women, Lauren Woodard, and her “exceptional” thing and way with horses….and people! And it’s also because of the gifts that her horses, Black and Peka, shared with me today.
My eyes have been opened and my heart has been awakened.
If you’ve never been out on trail with Lauren or experienced the “amazingness” of her horses, well, I don’t know what to say other than if you’re a horse person (or not), you’ve missed something spectacular! As her beautiful mares, Black and Peka, stood contently still and peaceful while ground-tied, we groomed them and tacked them up, before quietly loading them to trailer them to the Phoenix Mountain Preserve trailhead a few miles down the road. They both unloaded just as easily as they loaded. Quiet. Calm. Easy. Graceful. Tack checked, ready to go. At Lauren’s instruction, I hopped onto the wheel well of the horse trailer (I repeat, the wheel-well of the horse trailer) and, a very willing Black curb-sided so perfect & beautifully. I was able to swing a leg over and quietly sit down on her before the signal was given by Lauren. Off we go!
From the moment my we hit the trail, my “slightly” (ha-ha, might be lying here) nervous body was transformed! Lauren knew just exactly what to do. Get it over with! Just go!!! And GO we did! Just started trotting off down the trail and within seconds we were cantering….then galloping!!! To say it was absolutely exhilarating would be an understatement! Blazing across the gorgeous Sonoran Desert preserve to the sound of hooves pounding earth and blood pumping blood thru my heart. Nothing I’ve done in a long while compares to what stirred in my soul at that moment! After a good run, Lauren throws up her left hand, elbow bent, giving the “stop sign” signal and her horse, Peka, suddenly stops. So does Black. My ride. If Lauren gave any other signal to Peka to stop, I sure didn’t see it. This women communicates with horses in such a magical way that can not be explained to novices but can be understood by those of us that “get it.” And I do!
To say she has a special gift would be an understatement. After we stop, laugh, breathe and reflect on what we just did it’s on to the next “challenge.” Off trail stuff! Heels down. Reins wide. Reins loose. Sit up straight on the downhill. Pockets down. After gathering the courage to just go with it and do the uphill, downhill exercise, she gets this devious little gleam in her eye and proceeds to mention something about “butt skidding” downhill slopes or something that only made my heart rate go from zero to 10 in an instant. I hoped she was kidding…and she was (but she didn’t let on that she was for some time…Bitch!) Oh crap! Here comes the sort of stuff I was worried about. Now was time to learn about skills involving “good choices” and what good horsemanship entails. How about going down some ravines? Steep ones, into washes, with ugly looking, jagged rocky inclines being the only means out. This women gets a kick out of challenges such as this and I reluctantly take on her game. We move up and down several challenging (she wouldn’t call them that) ravines and I make a mistake (aka: bad choice) and, well, let’s just say everyone was o.k. but, Black, my trusty ride, was
left with Barrel Cactus needles in her hooves which ended up being grounds for a VERY good lesson.
Onward Ho we go!
Walk, trot, canter, gallop. No! Little trot, oh wait, canter yes, gallop .. here we go…What a thrill!
Confidence soaring, we make our way back to the trailer that awaits us. Suddenly, after another nice little lope along the trail, Lauren pauses and we stop. She reaches behind her saddle and removes a rope that was fastened there and gently slings it around Peka’s neck while simultaneously slipping off Peka’s bridle and fastening it to the back of her saddle. With that, she quietly gallops off with me and Black right on their heels. She’s riding Peka with nothing but a rope around her neck! Is this women for real? And aren’t these horses of hers and their outstanding behavior and personalities the stuff horse dreams are made of? I found out today the answers to those questions and YES, a thousand times over YES!
So she asks me if I want to switch horses and ride Peka. I pause, think for a second, and say “next time.” Oh yes! Next time!
Thank you Lauren for an amazing ride and lesson today! You are brilliant, a gift from above and beyond and I am so incredibly grateful for connecting with you. I believe the horses have something to do with that.
Jodie
I was her last stop before the Alpo can. This girl is the most dangerous horse I’ve ever been around in my life. What did “they” do to her to make her so dangerous? And by dangerous, I mean: She allowed no one near her. Within range for her was anywhere she could reach or get to. She’d charge you, even lunging over the fence. Just hope you get through it and far enough away to live. She struck, bit and kicked, launched whatever cowboy got on her and then, like a bull, turned and attacked. Broke bones in several trainers bodies before coming to me at the ripe old age of three. The trainers who owned her could not get within thirty feet of a fence without her trying to attack them. They purchased her as a one-year-old at the World sale in OK and when the breeder went into the stall, she sent him flying over the stall wall and broke some parts. The trainer/owner had gotten on her, but she launched him and then like a bull, turned and attacked breaking his collar bone. She had to be removed from the stable where they trained because no one could even clean the stall. They sent her to a trainer whose business card USED to read “Problem horses a specialty.” She launched him and attacked again with the same result. he told them to come get her, she was hopeless. They turned her out in a 100 acre pasture for six months hoping she’d settle down, but the other people who had horses in the pasture couldn’t get their horses because she’d attack them. She was temporarily contained in a round pen of a mutual acquintance while they tried to figure out what to do with her. They had the vet out to draw blood to check for hormone problems. If anyone even placed a hand on her, she’d squeal and kick and squirt pee. While in the stock for the vet to draw the blood, she managed to kick him and break his arm. Blood tests were negative. The mutual acquintance said if they wanted to give her one more shot before they took her to the killers, she needed to go to Lauren’s. (I keep a low profile. They didn’t know me.) They said drug her, throw her in the trailer and get her over there. I was gone to lessons the morning she was to be delivered, so I left instructions to leave her in the round pen. Now I was not given any info on this horse, just that they wanted her to “go long and low at a lope.” I had a message on my cell that said, “Hope your pen is still up when you get home.” Hmmmmm….. I walked out to see the new arrival. As I approached the fence, this beautiful horse ambled toward me and started to put her head forward. I noticed that she had a rear hoof that was completely broken up to the hair line at the quarter line. Lots of fresh blood. Don’t know what happened getting her here. I reached up a hand to pet her face and suddenly, both hind hooves were over the 5 foot rail right at my head. “Oh sweetheart,” I said, “that’s not the way we do things here.” She then pinned her ears and lunged over the rail at me with her teeth and eyes snapping. Yikes! I got my stick and string so I could work with her in the pen and hopefully live. She didn’t have a halter on and I was pretty sure I didn’t want to be close enough to put one on her anyway. I had to do some pretty good swinging to even get in the pen and keep her off me. She didn’t care. I felt bad about the broken hoof, but it was obvious that that would be a long time healing and there wasn’t anything I could do about it. She didn’t seem to care either. High, shut-down pain threshold. I sent her off while she tried to attack and then bolted off squealing and squirting pee about 4-5 feet straight out behind her. I tested several options for her to come in or quiet down, the answer was a resounding “NO”. I was running around with her so I could touch her with the string and also use it when she attacked to start our conversation. Getting her to go away was important as a precursor to her giving to pressure and not killing me. She had no inclination to do so and there were many times that I knew my life was seriously in danger. To make a long story short, two hours later, both of us were covered in sweat and pee. She was changing direction and sometimes coming in half way to me. Then, suddenly she just stopped, turned in to me and walked up to me with her head down at her knees. She stood there heaving and dripping with her tail hangling limp between her legs and pee just started pouring out of her. I petted her forehead and said, “Sweetheart, where in the world did you even have that after two hours of squirting it all over?” Whatever happened to this horse before, she decided that she was going to get the human before the human could get her. I found out later that in addition to the multitud of broken bones she left in her wake, the owner had tied her legs and thrown her and left her laying in the sun under a tarp for several hours. She also had several serious wounds that they had stitched up on her lower legs without the help of a vet. Those scars will remain, the mind scars have mostly healed. I absolutely adore this horse and she’s like a barnacle. Follows me everywhere and always is a huge help teaching other horses how to do tricks and work with sidepassing over barrels or walking in the tire bundle or tarp work. She’s always right there on her own (frequently in the way) to show the newbie how to do it.
She was ten years old and had been kept in a pen for so long her legs hardly held up and sometimes didn’t while she scrambled to bolt away. A jet black Morgan, stunningly beautiful with black eyes, flowing mane and tail and crooked hind legs and strangely shaped hind hooves. Talk about spooky – I ducked between the rails of the pen she was in and she tried to jump out the back side. The guy who ‘trained’ her, well, he thinks standing in a round pen while she frantically runs so out of control that she’s at a 45 degree angle with the footing flinging hither and thither 30 feet out. She was in a total lather and had to be blocked to stop. Her eyes were white with terror. He, meanwhile, stood there in the ‘position’ with his arm cocked leaning on his stick while she lost her mind. Then, he saddled her up and got on and kinda rode her. Meaning he stayed on at a very tense walk and trot with reins only a few inces long and couldn’t get her any where near the rail or canter. A year later, after standing in that same pen the whole time, I brought her home amd turned her out with my herd. BTW she couldn’t be caught. What a lover puss. While she will come, she still has a thought that if you have a rope it may not go well for her. I’ve only been on her a handful of times and that bareback with a halter, but she’s doing very well. Updates as I get around to them.
Would you take that one with you, too?” the owner asked me. I made a face. I was there to see about a throw away (by them) horse for my daughter (Gryffindor is on the cover of my book with her). “No.” I said. “That’s like a large Great Dane. I don’t have any use for a tiny Arab pony.” But, the little bay horse whispered, “I’ll be your best horse ever.” Believe me, I throw that up in her face every once in a while when she gets a hair up her butt and she’s not being my best horse ever. She weighs about 200 pounds more than she did then. And with only about 225 rides in her, she’s a phenomenal horse. She’s perfectly behaved galloping in the mountains bridle-less with just a string around her neck that I don’t have to use. She’s so smooth in her gaits. She jumps like a bird; completely quiet and composed and we’ve started working on piaffe. I can put someone who’s never been on a horse before on her with a halter and take them for a ride in the desert or mountains. She’s also the one I’m on laying backward reading a book and in the un-spooky horse blog post. As to the reading picture, she had never been in the backyard, I had never laid backward on her. She didn’t even have so much as a string around her neck for that photo shoot. Very smart, but that’s an Arab for ya. Tell her what you want and be clear about it and she’ll give it her best try. I’ll keep adding blog posts featuring her and stories of old as we go.
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