Posts tagged ‘Western New York’

Boot Culture, A Personal Favorite

photo credit: Joanna Pinneo

It’s almost the end of another semester in western New York but that doesn’t mean my horse culture involvement is coming to a halt. I’ve been becoming quite the cowgirl.

Horses aside, cowboy/cowgirl boots are a culture within itself here in WNY. You don’t need to ride to own a pair of these beauties but you do need a little dough in the bank. The sweet smell of leather resonates through western New York like the wonderful stench of horse manure cloaks a damp field in the early hours of morning. They’re colorful, wild, daring and they’re a necessity for every “cowgirl.” The heavy price tag should be considered, especially when thinking long term. Most of these gems are hand crafted and 100 percent genuine leather. Some of the pricier boots sport alligator skin and snake skin, which is debatable if they are longer lasting.

Hundreds of years ago, as long as horses have been domesticated, people protected their legs with animal hides. They’d wrap their calves and feet and away they went, bareback across our world. “Wherever there’s a footprint, there’s a hoof print right beside it”-Flicka (love that quote). In an article by National Geographic Traveler it said, “The Mexican vaquero tradition helped shape the development of the boot that 19th-century Anglo cowboys wore while herding the cattle across the central and western states.” The article went on to say that early cowboys wore flat, round-toed boots sometimes recycled from Civil War uniforms. A higher heel was introduced a few decades later to help secure their feet in the stirrups a little better. It wasn’t until the 1870s that the basic cowboy boot we know today came into existence. Boot makers opened up workshops across our country’s western states, primarily in Texas. Embroidery, skins, hand crafting designs and bright colors were on the rise in popularity and creation by the 1920s when boot makers starting getting competitive. The cowboy boot craze trickled across the country, leaving us western New Yorkers with the ravishing “boot.”

So where is everyone getting these colorful creations? For those of you that went to the 2012 Equine Affaire this year, or plan on going, plan to boot shop. Bargaining is big at these fairs so don’t be afraid to kick that price down, it’s worth a try right? I, unfortunately didn’t have any luck at the Equine Affaire with finding a pair. I was pretty overwhelmed and to be honest, I didn’t really know what I was looking for. My sister, a city kind of girl, fell head over heels for the country way of life, including the footwear. She traveled to New Mexico not too long ago and bought a pair of boots, well a couple of pairs. Old Gringos seems to be her favorite due to the comfort factor. Ariat is another choice of boot. While the looks of these two brands of boots can be similar, it really comes down to what people prefer. I’ve always been an ariat kind of girl even though I’ve owned a pair of leather cowgirl boots. Ariat is an equestrian boot, clothing and product line that lasts forever. I swear by it’s durability and for years, I’ve been wearing their high English riding boots and low English boots- not one tear or thread out of place. On average, a pair of cowgirl boots will run you about two hundred bucks. The lowest I’ve seen for mid calf boots with embellishment has been around the 150 mark. I’m taking my sweet time picking out a pair I’ll have for the next…decade. Below I have listed some favorite sites. Enjoy!

http://www.ariat.com

http://www.bootbarn.com

http://www.rods.com

photo credit: Joe Duty

 

Kissing and Telling

I never knew what a “kiss” was before I did it tonight. In horse language it’s the noise you make when you squeeze your lips together and squeak, like you’re giving the motion a sound. Us English riders from south east New York don’t know about this “kiss” and it’s many uses, especially in western New York.

This “kiss” serves as a cue, mainly for training a horse to lope (faster than a trot but not a full gallop). It’s actually one of the key training components in Building Your Dream Horse Charles Wilhelm Ultimate Foundation Training by Charles Wilhelm. In the book it says that in order to associate cue with behavior there must  be reward. The kiss merely ends when the horse breaks into a lope, sounds easy enough right?

Tonight when I went to the weekly BRWNY (barrel racers of western New York) I saw how common the term really is. One woman said that her horse responded to the “kiss” when other people on other horses did it. Lori Conti, of Starlight Falls Ranch said that one time she was simply saying good bye to her daughter and made the kiss sound over the phone. It sent her horse running. Who would have thought our horses are actually listening to us after all? I became well acquainted with the “kiss” while aboard Kaylin Conti’s pony, Leyna. I’ve been riding her mainly to get her exercising but she’s been helping me learn to do barrels. Doing barrels on my horse Raven is wonderful but it’s something like…the blind leading the blind? All in all, Leyna knows the barrel pattern and it helps me help her.

One “kiss” and she gave me a whole other gear when we rounded the barrels in a mad dash around the ring. One more thing learned about western New York horse culture: COWGIRLS KNOW HOW TO KISS.

Leyna

Semesters and Furlongs, All For A Creative Cause

May is fast approaching everybody. That means two things. One, classes will be over and two, the Kentucky Derby is the first Saturday of the month. Ever since I could remember, my father and I have sat at the OTB back at home to watch the ponies run. Every year we’d bet on the long shot for my mother and a few favorites we thought would win. It’s been a few years since I went with him but I can still see the older men swatting their newspapers against their wrists, bellies hanging over their shirt, like they knew anything about horses. Complete chaos for those few minutes and then utter disappointment hung in the air until the next race.

I know races aren’t everybody’s cup of tea but I love them. I know there are one too many illegal factors involved in today’s racing (steroid type food that just meets the standards, electric shockers used on their necks, bits, the whole nine yards) but I still am a firm believer that the life of a race horse is better than the life some people live. They’re elegant and well they just look damn happy to have the cameras flashing at them as they prance in place until the gate. The big hats, the cloud white fences, the sheen of multi million dollar horses all for a few minutes of traditional racing of some of the best athletes this country has to offer.

And they’re off! Here’s a countdown of how I see the Kentucky Derby going!

1. Creative Cause

photo credit: KentuckyDerby.com

http://www.kentuckyderby.com/prep_races/2012/norfolk– Creative Cause taking it at Santa Anita Park 2011

And here’s the stats…

Aug 7 2011 Best PalDel Mar II 6 1/2 Furlongs (S) 1
Sep 7 2011 Del Mar FuturityDel Mar I 7 Furlongs (S) 3
Oct 1 2011 NorfolkSanta Anita Park I 1 1/16 Miles 1
Nov 5 2011 Breeders’ Cup JuvenileChurchill Downs I 1 1/16 Miles 3
Feb 19 2012 San VicenteSanta Anita Park II 7 Furlongs 3

A Winning Idea

It’s been a long time since I came out of the show ring with a ribbon in hand. While I’m away at school do you know where all my ribbons and trophies sit? They are sitting in all their glory right in the comfort of my dark closed closet. Every once in a while I like to take them out of the brown box and look at them, all different colors, each carrying with it their own memory. I guess that’s why I thought they deserve a little more light.

I jumped online and Google searched riding ribbons and after some searching I came across this website: http://www.ribbonquilts.com/home.html

Cool idea right? I can’t remember how many I have but there are definitely more than 60 of them, enough for a large quilt by this woman’s standards. It’s a bit pricey but I think it’s something I am looking to do. You could do this with any sport really. Old jerseys, stained socks that made it to the championship game, that old tee shirt with all the team members names on the back, it seems like a great way to carry these things with you forever and even display them.

If you did something with your ribbons/shirts/memorabilia that you’re happy with, please share

Horsing Around In Western New York

I decided to do a little research. What is western New York doing to get their communities into riding or at least make people aware that it’s available? It’s beautiful here with the lakes and the abundance of open land so where is everyone going to get on a horse?

I knew coming into my first year at Fredonia that there wasn’t an equestrian team. I really wasn’t looking for one, I was looking for something different. Truthfully as some of you already know, I was just looking for a rest from competitive riding and just enjoy four relaxing years growing with my girl and having fun. At activities night on campus there are so many groups and clubs and I’ll admit I’m in a few of them but being on some sort of riding team would have been a great way to broaden my horse experience with college friends.

Recently I found out that Fredonia State has a horseback riding club! A friend of mine, former member of the equestrian team at Geneseo, went and came out unsure if some of the eboard members even knew basic language about horses let alone teaching someone how to ride. Shucks. Though disappointing, the horseback riding club may just need some time to get their act together so let’s take a peek at the other outlets this area has to offer for college students and those in our communities.

Double Dab and R&R Dude Ranch seem to be the two most popular sites when Googling, “horseback riding in western New York.” I’ve never been to either of these ranches but judging by the college relationship shared with Double Dab, they seem to be the most “tourist” driven farms. By tourist I mean anyone could probably go to these farms and get on a horse with or without experience and enjoy a scenic trail ride led by a professional (very cliche but so fun if you’re a beginner).

Check it out for yourself college students, my friend Rachel did.

http://www.doubledab.net/

Rachel Kwilos riding Millionaire

The warm weather is ahead of us so no matter where you live, try to get back in the saddle this spring. It’s rejuvenating, it’s a perfect date, it’s a nice way to get some fresh air when we are finally graced with some sunshine. Here are some links to places I have found around the area. If you’ve had a great experience somewhere and want to share, please leave a comment with the name and website link!

http://www.recreationranch.com/– bed and breakfast/trail riding

http://www.thecrosspatch.com/– trail riding

http://www.wolcottfarms.com/welcome/– carriage rides and instructional trail riding for beginners or experienced

http://starlightfallsranch.com/id2.html– lessons, a thorough knowledge of your horse/riding on and off the ground

http://www.nashhillequestriancenter.com/– perfect for therapeutic riding and those looking for a hands on learning experience

A Final Introduction

love & friendship, the two truest gifts one can receive

It’s sort of symphonic I think. Like a good song or as some people say, “love at first sight.” That’s what I think of when I think of finding my very best friend at age 10.

She came out of a trailer dressed with red ribbons lining her mane on my tenth birthday, untrained and wild as ever but I loved her unconditionally. It wasn’t the first time I ever met her. My dad had been a real estate agent in the Orange County area and stumbled across a young woman and a man, Lisa and Nick, who owned three horses and needed a farm to put them. He set them up with a farm called Gardnertown in Newburgh, New York so it could buy them time to look for the perfect home and barn. I rode at Gardener Town Farm at the time and Raven was just under a year old prancing around in a paddock with her sister while I took lessons. I would give her carrots and play with her along the fence while my father showed the couple houses in the county. Lisa and Nick gave Raven to my father in place of commission and wah-la she was mine.

Horse shows, lessons and years later, Raven and I had been together through it all. Middle school, high school, my parent’s divorce, each relationship I was in, my first broken heart, being in love, community college and at last, moving to Fredonia to finish out my last three years of college. She was there for everything.

Raven was born in Bowling Green, Kentucky and she is a pure bred appaloosa, yup that’s right, no spots! We started out English, competiting in ground pole classes and eventually competiting in cross rail classes. Hunter jumper classes came a few years later, competiting in shows with 2′ to 2’6″ rails. Since I’ve owned her we have boarded at eight barns, five in Orange County and three in western New York. I personally have had four trainers.

I know some people say, “horses aren’t really a part of the family,” but it’s hard for me to say she isn’t. In high school I lost a few friends and watched others take dark roads. I’d like to think Raven was there for me as a silent friend to keep me in line. She kept me outside, never in front of a game system and she was a place to go whenever I needed someone. Warm breath, silk nose and friendly head nudges, even now at age 21 I still appreciate everywhere we have taken each other.

bath time!

my first horse and my first saddle all in the same day, September 2000

bundled up on a cold day, my first few years with Raven

shortly after her arrival, one and a half years old

brushing Rave to calm her down on her first day with me

Showing together when I was in my teens

loving it

sharing a kiss

When You Wish Upon A Star

The forty minute haul and a starving wallet of a college student don’t mix well when a girl’s got to get to her horse. Nash Hill Equestrian Center was hard to say good bye to but before I knew it Raven and I were off to another adventure at a closer barn, North Star Riding Academy in Perrysburg, New York. I was an intern at Buffalo Spree Publishing later that summer after moving to North Star in February of 2011 and I moved in with my boyfriend, lots of changes but it was then that I became a big fan of the western New York region. On days off I’d go to visit Raven and ride and bath her for numerous hours. I could without a doubt say that it was one of the most memorable summers because I had that ever so satisfying feeling of calm and that things were going so right.

November came all too soon and I was itching to see Raven more often throughout the week just to escape from school and pleasure myself with a small piece of home (well an 800 lb piece of home). I wanted a place that was home like, quaint, scenic and above all, well fitting for my baby girl, Raven. Starlight Falls Ranch, located conveniently in Fredonia about 5 miles from campus, came across my google map search and I gave owners, Lori and Joe a call.

There were new friends to be made as we loaded and unloaded Raven on and off the Starlight Falls Ranch’s trailer. We were at last, home. A home overlooking a blue barn with the perfect amount of white fencing gave me the smallest glimpse of what I hope my future home will look like.

Before long I had new friends, a new place to feel at home while away from my own and enjoy a movie with good company. Their home, embellished with western nick knacks and photographs of time well spent was far different than the ribbon and trophy lined houses I had known before. Fun videos and games were a way of entertainment when it came to horses; barrel racing, pole bending, Extreme Cowboy…these are things I don’t quite know enough about just yet but it was something intriguing, to see such fun and contentment in riding for fun.

I was first introduced to BRWNY (Barrel Racers of Western New York) when we took a trailer trip with the horses over to my first stable in western New York, Nash Hill, for game night. As more and more horses, western tack (equipment), trailers and trucks flooded the premises I couldn’t help but notice the gentle nature and kindness that showed through hugs and language from one rider to another. It was in many ways, a get together. Each horse and rider made their way into the ring, following a particular pattern and their time was calculated and announced after they were finished. It didn’t matter if you messed up or did it completely wrong, too fast or too slow. It was only my second time ever riding in western gear but I barrel raced and unharnessed Raven to a looser and more laid back style of riding, one where she could burn a little rubber and not be penalized for it in a show ring. One squeal from my mare as we booked around a blue barrel was I guess her way of saying yee haw!

An Elegant Art

Taking a lesson under the instruction of Sheryl Wilkins, a beloved trainer that I spent years with despite my several location changes.

There’s nothing quite like the relationship between horse and rider. I mean when you think about it, your seat, leg control, hands, body language and attitude is what moves a horse. When you can no longer physically see the rider asking for a command from the horse and the horse in return does what is asked, you know they’re good. Traditional English riding highlights the rider’s ability to control the horse without making each move and each change drastic to the eye of the viewer. It’s meant to be clean, to be flawless, to be well, perfect.

A common misconception I hear from non-riders or non-horse people is, “oh that’s not a sport, all you do is just sit there.” I usually smile and imagine what their face may have been like if they started to even trot on a horse, the right way. Quick story time: My boyfriend, avid snowboarder, track runner, camper, hiking kind of guy, never rode a horse and thought something similar to this. Upon first meeting he thought it was pretty awesome that I had a horse but he wasn’t too eager to grab the reins and get in the saddle. One day I had him wear slightly tighter fitted jeans (challenge enough) and boots. He was on my English saddle, smooth and close to the back of the horse. I showed him how to hold the reins and how to position his legs and seat. Not two steps later, his toes were pointed down and his knees were pinched, causing his calf to be no where near the saddle or the horse. I didn’t say anything, giving him time to gather himself and do what I told him. He wasn’t moving much. “Pick up a posting trot,” I said. A posting trot means to sit on each down beat of a horse’s rhythm. The front leg that is on the wall side in the direction you are going goes out and reaches for a step, you sit up and stretch down into the stirrup that your foot is resting on. Sit when it goes back, stand when it goes forward.

Rave begins to trot. The critical combination of knee position, hands, legs and seat  led him to fall forward and Raven stopped in her tracks. The challenge of keeping his balance and using his legs to squeeze and give commands sure got his heart beating. After multiple tries, he stopped. After asking what was wrong, catching his breath he said, “it’s hard.”

The sport of riding is highly controversial. There is riding for fun, of course better fun when on a horse that is already trained and sound and then there is riding for competition and for sport’s sake. It isn’t about tackling someone to the ground or hitting a home run, it’s about making it look easy and having the relationship with an animal while on their back. It is controlled and elegant and it demands muscles, balance, coordination, cardio and stamina. Below is a video of the 2008 Beijing Olympics, Show Jumping style in case you’d like to see the chemistry between horse and rider in action.

Now here is a video of Barrel racing at the National Finals Rodeo in 2009.

Quite different right? Welcome to the world of barrel racing, spurs, fast horses and join me on my way to becoming to a cowgirl.

New Beginnings


A winter getaway for Starlight Falls Ranch and Barrel Racers of Western New York

I’m from Orange County, New York. Now when I say that I live about an hour north of New York City you’ll smile and say “Oh that’s nice,” but really you’re thinking, “Her real attitude will shine through”…”yikes that place is pricey”…or “what the hell is she doing way over here in western New York?” I have to say, things are a bit cheaper here in WNY and I’m not complaining but I am here in Fredonia, New York to attend Fredonia State over all else. The part I’m leaving out is who I brought with me, seven hours across NYS. My horse, whose name is Raven. Months prior to transferring to Fredonia from a community college back home, I ran my hand over my mare’s black coat, at the time a golden brown from sun exposure and thought to myself, “I can’t leave her.”

I’ll first admit that I’m not rich nor do I have a lot of money and I don’t want to tell you the embarrassing amount of times my father has physically taken me to car dealers to show me the cars he could’ve owned if we never bought a horse, trust me it’s embarrassing. After an earth shaking conversation about the possibility of moving my horse from Goshen, New York, home of the harness racing track, to Nash Hill seven hours away, we decided to do it. Borrowing a horse trailer from a friend and using my sister’s pick up truck got us on the road in late August of 2010 and we were off. Little did I know that this decision would forever change the way I viewed a sport that I’d been involved with my whole life.

In the nooks and crannies of the beautiful Hudson Valley area, lie numerous amounts of horse farms. Some nicer than others but I would consider the area to be a prime location for the sport of riding. They are big with indoor facilities, you know the kind people say you could eat off the floor? well there’s a lot of those amid the communities in Orange County. Taking a lesson isn’t all for fun, the trainer may not become attached to you and they want to know what your goals are with advancing in the sport that is their lives. For every English rider, you first will take lessons for three to five years before you are “a good rider” and even then, the repetition of “heels down, chin up” will forever ring in your ears. You’ll probably move on to another trainer depending on the experience level of the horses they have available for you to ride, assuming you do not have your own. This trainer will teach you to jump and you will then join a competitive and brutal world of show jumping. The horses here will be bigger and the floors and lighting in these barns will be brighter. This is the barn that you should probably invest in your own horse because everyone else here has one. This is a non exaggeration of how my life as a rider began and low and behold, I have Raven. She isn’t big and she wasn’t broke (trained), she was a year and a half year old that knew nothing.

It wasn’t until I first let her out of the trailer and onto the grounds of Nash Hill that I knew things were different. The place was nice as it had been at home and the horses were a lot smaller but beautiful and clean, each one hanging its head outside the stall door to catch a glimpse of the newcomer. My saddle sat among western saddlery. Horns and lassos, shiny bits and chrome plated name tags. For the first time my English tack didn’t gleam and its cost didn’t seem so important anymore.

The people who ran the barn as well as the owners welcomed me with open arms, complimented me on how beautiful of horse I had. I thanked them for allowing me to board with them and looked out at Raven standing directly in the middle of their outside arena, ears perked, feet firmly planted to the sand ground.