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  • mysticpasos
    Aug 27, 2013
      Hi Marv:
      I feel for you. Tiara had a similarly long flight path when startled and a thousand pound out of control galloping horse without even the sense of self preservation needed to avoid hurting herself, much less a human, is very scary.
      The question I have to ask is whether she just learned that she needs to flee even farther, through even more fences to find peace with those scary objects?  What is it they say?  If the horse says no, you either asked the wrong question or asked it incorrectly.
      You might be better served to add all those spooky objects to a surcingle attached to one of her best friends, who wouldn't mind a bit if he stepped on a rope or whacked a plastic water bottle with his hoof.  Someone who she feels drawn to, where she can experience the floppy stuff first from a safe distance and then closer and closer and maybe ending with you free lunging the two of them in the arena together.  I wouldn't take the final step until you had seen the two of them loping around the pasture happily together with the stuff flopping around.
      Another approach might be dangling ropes (like a car wash) at the entry way where she comes to get her nightly hay or grain.  She doesn't have to enter, but if she does, there is a reward to be found.
      It took Tiara a long time to find peace with human floppy objects, but she has become very solid - about a year from when I confessed she was too dangerous to ride and normal desensitization simply didn't work.
      Good luck and keep safe.
      Jackie Decker
      Mystic Ranch
      4264 Beagle Road
      White City, Oregon 97503

      From: margon@...
      Reply-to: MarvWalkerHorses@yahoogroups.com
      To: MarvWalkerHorses@yahoogroups.com
      Sent: 8/27/2013 9:08:33 P.M. Pacific Daylight Time
      Subj: Re: [MarvWalkerHorses] Faith Blows Up In My Faith

      That's MY excitement for the night!

      On Mon, Aug 26, 2013 at 8:56 PM, Marv Walker <Marv@...> wrote:
      We had a very busy day at Brave Meadows Saturday with therapy riders
      and lesson riders galore.  We started at 8am and finished by 2 in the
      afternoon.  Cathy "No Legal Relation" Walker and I were the last two
      at the barn and we decided to spend some time with our horses.  Cathy
      and I kinda watch out for each other to make sure someone is around
      if horses happen.  Cathy and Dakota were in the round pen and I had
      Faith in the 160x122 wooden 4 2X6" rail, 5 foot high fenced arena.

      I had put the training surcingle on Faith and had gone to get some
      stuff to hang off of it.  As I walked by the round pen back to the
      arena I told Cathy, "Today is do or die day."  I was going to simply
      overwhelm Faith with spookers until she settled eventually paid no
      attention no matter how long it took.

      I had a 16 foot rope with a clip on the end and I walked up to her
      and very carefully clipped it to the surcingle.  The last thing I
      wanted was to be in the way if she took off.  I uncoiled the rope as
      I backed out of the way and she took off.  Nothing spectacular unless
      you count my  exit out of the arena.  She made a few passes and then
      came to a stop eyeing the rope.  She stood there unmoving for a while
      then she carefully reached down to grab a mouthful of grass.  I then
      got the leadline and casually walked up to where she was standing
      next to the fence.  I climbed on the fence and reached clipped it to
      the surcingle so that it dangled as well.  She made a couple rounds
      and stopped and stood unmoving almost as if she was catatonic.

      After a few minutes I got the super spooker.  The super spooker is an
      empty plastic bottle water bottle tied to about three feet of binder
      twine with a clip on the other end.  I made my way to her side,
      clipped it to the surcingle and backed away quartering to her
      rear.  I didn't know which direction she was going to head off in but
      I knew she wouldn't back into it so that direction was my first
      choice to keep from turning into hoof jam.
      She took off, and I mean took off.  She made 3 or 4 panicked laps
      around the arena picking up speed with each lap as I watched waiting
      for her to stop.  I had a large green bucket full of feed to give her
      something to focus on and distract her from the spookers a
      little.  I'm not real sure which lap was the bucket's downfall but it
      exploded in a greenish brown mist with a loud crash.

      Then she shot straight across the arena and hit the arena fence wide
      open and blew through it like a sword through a stick of butter with
      wood going everywhere.  The arena and the round pen are in about a
      three acre paddock with gates going into other pastures on two
      sides.  For a second I thought she was going to go through the wood
      fence by the barn which was the only obstacle between barn yard and
      the busy highway a couple hundred yards across wide open space.  She
      sailed wide open around the round pen, raced around the three acres
      once then headed for the back pasture and blew through that fence
      just at the edge of gate into a herd of a dozen or so horses and then
      they all ran laps like crazy around that pasture which was about 20 acres.

      I went in the barn and grabbed a leadline and started back after her
      hoping she didn't run through another fence and get out to who knows
      where she might have ended up.

      Cathy said, "Well, you said it was a do or die day.  Want me to come with you?"

      Figuring someone able to call 911 if needed would come in handy since
      I was about to hopefully come in contact with an out of it and highly
      agitated spooked horse, I nodded.

       From where she blew the arena fence to where we got close to her in
      a tangle of brush and fallen trees was over a 1/4 mile.  She was
      erratically circling a hundred foot thorn patch because she was
      turned facing the direction all the spookers were hanging off of.  I
      made sure I was between her and the thorn patch each time she came
      around because I needed to be on the same side the spookers were on
      because if she moved away from the spookers I didn't want her running
      over me.    Each time she came around and I noticed she wasn't going
      to stop I moved into the thorns.  Even at that she almost ran me over
      once as she came around at a slow gallop.  Each time she came around
      the thorn patch I had to choose between getting stuck or run over by
      a fast moving horse.  I chose stuck.

      She came around slower and as she got by me I sternly said "Whoa!"
      and she stopped long enough for me to grab her halter and clip the
      lead line on it.  All I could think of was, "If I can't hold her I
      now have yet another line dangling off her to spook her even more."

      She was drenched in sweat and puffing like a steam engine, snorting
      and jitter dancing as I chanted, "Easy!  Easy!  Easy!  Easy!  Easy!"
      while carefully removing all the spookers.  I finally got all the
      stuff off her and asked Cathy if she would bring it back to the barn
      as I led Faith back.

      As I went by Cathy I said, "I didn't appreciate you throwing my 'do
      or die day' remark back at me."

      She laughed.  "At least she didn't break a leg."

      "I'm not sure that would've have been a bad thing," I replied.  "That
      way I coulda buried her right there."

      This evening I got a call from Shannon who has another horse at the
      farm owned by someone else to be bred.   I think Shannon said it is
      related to Faith.  Last night she blew through the same kind of fence
      Faith went through and was the reason for a long chase down the busy
      highway without getting hit, through someone's wood lot and several
      other people's property before finally being found and caught.

      I have never had a more perplexing horse than Faith.  So aloof one
      moment and so blindly focused on something the next.

      Usually I can have a pretty rotten horse well under way in about 10
      days of steady work.  I have a lot of hours in Faith and haven't even
      gotten the "Focus On Me" down properly.  She has made some headway,
      she focuses on me when all else fails and then tries to occupy the
      same spot of ground.  I want her to focus on me before anything fails.

      Marv "Falling flat on my Faith," Walker


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