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“In 2001, he became the first clinician to create a made-for-TV horse training program that aired on RFD-TV. The use of untrained horses and a variety of topics covering common problems faced by horse owners quickly made Downunder Horsemanship the network’s number one equine program. In 2011, Clinton launched a half-hour version of Downunder Horsemanship on Fox Sports Net, a national broadcast station that reaches 80 million viewers. Later that year, he created and released DownunderHorsemanship.TV, an internet TV site that gives horse owners around the world free access to the Downunder Horsemanship television show.”
“In 2003 and 2005, Clinton faced the country’s best horse trainers and clinicians in the prestigious Road to the Horse, an event that challenges trainers to gentle and ride an untouched horse in less than three hours. Clinton became the first person to win the event twice in a row.”
“In 2007, Clinton created the No Worries Club, a community for horsemen who practice the Method. Through a website, exclusive DVDs, a quarterly publication and nationwide events, Clinton inspires and educates his most loyal followers so they can accomplish their horsemanship dreams.”
“In addition to being a clinician, Clinton breeds, trains and shows his own reining and cow horses. He currently competes and wins at the highest levels of competition.”
The Online Poolville Post is extremely pleased to have Downunder Horsemanship and Clinton Anderson on its pages. As the name suggests, Clinton is from Australia. While there, he apprenticed with Gorden McKinlay, a horseman and horse clinician. After a three year apprenticeship he began working with Ian Francis for a year until opening his own facility in Rockhampton, Queensland. In 1996 Clinton served a brief apprenticeship with Al Dunning in the U.S. In late 1997, Clinton moved to Texas and began Downunder Horsemanship.
“Today, Clinton continues to instruct horsemanship clinics, presents Walkabout Tours across the country, produces a television show, hosts an Internet TV website and is constantly creating comprehensive study kits and training tools to make learning horsemanship as accessible and easy as possible. Clinton and Downunder Horsemanship are recognized as world leaders in the equestrian industry and continue to offer the very best in innovation, inspiration and instruction.”
“The Downunder Horsemanship Ranch is a world-class training facility located in Stephenville. Every feature of the ranch was custom designed by Clinton with the goal of giving horses the best care possible and ensuring he had the finest facilities to bring out a horse’s full potential. The 250-acre property is meticulously groomed and cared for, and is a horseman’s paradise. From the barns and arenas to the wash racks and saddling bays, the Downunder Horsemanship Ranch is equipped with every amenity a serious horseman could hope for.”
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Olde West History
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And that's how it was in the olde wooly west.
In 1941, a commercial for Lava was heard at the closing of a VIC & SADE broadcast. The subject of the commercial was an invitation by Procter & Gamble to the radio listeners to write a letter to the company on their experiences of washing their hands with Lava. In finishing off the commercial, the announcer said Lava cleaned extra dirty hands in only 20 seconds.
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Waynetta hails from Pawhuska and Bartlesville, Okla., moving to Texas after she graduated from college. Since childhood, the horse has been her favorite animal. Her Lucky Me Ranch near the Red River is residence for a variety of critters. Waynetta’s love of nature and the West is the foundation for her stories. Waynetta is a past Storyteller in residence at Texas A & M University, and broadcasts weekly radio shows of Cowboy music, cowboy poetry and stories in Sherman/Denison on KJIM/1500 AM/101.3FM. She has had radio shows broadcast out of Mesquite, Texas, as well as Ada, Oklahoma, and on Clear Channel Radio in Oklahoma City. Waynetta also has had a 24/7 internet broadcast on Live365. During these broadcasts, Waynetta combines tales from the Old West with insights from her life on the Lucky Me Ranch. Waynetta sprinkles interviews with interesting guests of the West, everyday cowboys as well as Western celebrities.
January Thoughts From the 1940's
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There is often a great deal of self- assessment done at the end of December and at the beginning of January for those of us who procrastinate. I chose this article for this issue for its wit and for this line: “My New Year’s resolutions usually last until Ground-Hog Day, then hurry back to their holes, leaving no shadow.”
During the 1920’s and 1930’s, Katharine Brush was considered to b one of the country’s most widely read fiction writers as well as one of the highest paid women writers of the time.. She was an American newspaper columnist, short story write and novelist. Several of her books were best-sellers and sever were made into popular movies.
The following is likely take from either Good Housekeeping or Better Homes and Gardens and must surely been written in the early 1940’s. The magazine titled the article “Lack of Character Study.”
By Katharine Brush
In the first place, I cannot say no to Hollandaise sauce, or to red shoes, or to junk jewelry on a bargain counter, or to three pats of butter on my baked potato, or to little boys who want to shovel snow from the front walk for fifty cents, or to young men selling this and that to earn their way through something, or to fortunetellers or to organ-grinders, or to black-and-white print dresses for the summer, or to spring hats with clumps of cherries clattering and banging on them. I cannot resist any of these things; and furthermore, I am a softie when it comes to slot machines, parades with bands, sad scenes in movies, hot fudge sundaes, cocker spaniels, newly powdered babies, and all country-weekend invitations –even when quite uninviting. I will go anywhere, to my regret.
I am forever buying the best fountain pens, and then never filling them, just dipping them. I know very well that I can’t drink coffee late at night; but pooh to that, or at least pooh to that before rationing came in. My waking thought every morning is the bit of arithmetic involved in calculating how many hours I’ve slept, and if it’s more than seven hours, I automatically feel fine all day, whereas if it’s an instant less, I automatically feel terrible, although I know this is ridiculous. I become exhausted in five minutes in a museum or picture gallery, but not in five hours in a fitting room or on a dance floor.
My New Year’s resolutions usually last till Ground Hog Day, then hurry back to their holes, leaving no shadow. Posterity, discovering Grandma Katharine’s annual diaries in an ancient trunk, will be forced to the conclusion that she lived only in January. I am forever setting up budget systems for myself; but that is that, and the whole thing to me is a setting-up exercise and nothing more. I also am given to writing, “Please receipt and return” on bills and sending them back to the stores without payment enclosed—and then wondering angrily why the stores do not do as I told them to.
I am always mixing up envelopes, too, and mailing the grocer’s check to the window cleaner, and the price of three yards of black velvet ribbon to the Bureau of Internal Revenue. People named Smith who have asked me for cocktails are very likely to receive replies from me that say, “Gentlemen: I have your letter of the 10th, and I must say I think your attitude is very unreasonable.”
As I get farther and farther away from my schooldays, I find it more and more difficult to do long division, or to cope with ciphers, or to carry decimal points properly, or even to remember the multiplication table when it gets up into the 8-by-9’s. My addition is faulty, too, and when compelled to add a column of figures, I will go to any lengths to make 5’s and 10’ and avoid the 7’s and the 6’s. I would have trouble with the 4’s as well, if it were not for the happy little fact that there are four points to a 4, and you can count instead of adding. This also can be done with a 3, once you master the system.
My measurements with a yard stick are unreliable, since it usually turns out afterward that I’ve worked from the wrong end toward the middle. I am neglectful about winding clocks; and it’s always later than I think. I can’t get spots out of materials or cinders out of people’s eyes; but I keep trying, like a darn’ fool. Anybody can sell me one of those courses of ten treatments (or ten lessons?) at reduced rates, but the saving comes to nothing, since the most I’ve ever been known to take before the thing expires is three.
With a menu card, I am one of those “where-do-you-see-lamb-chops” people, and you’ve got to show me where they are before I will order the Long Island duckling. I love clipping things out of newspapers and sending them to people in letters, although I am very bore indeed when people do the same to me. I do not sleep a wink the night before I have to take a plane trip, or make a speech, or apply for a job or fire an employee. Goodness knows how I’d act in an air raid. But I can guess.
This Side of the Valley
by Skye Clark
Find your confidence by being YOU.
I've struggled for much of my life with having confidence. I never felt like I was pretty, skinny, smart or a good hand.
Part of that came from being teased horribly in school. We were pretty poor growing up, and only wore hand me down clothes that other people or cousins would send us. And, we could only wear 2 pairs of clothing a week.
We had to wear the same set of clothes everyday to school, then when we got home, we had to change into our work clothes and wore the same pair all week.
I'm not complaining. I didn't even realize that was a "bad" thing until kids started teasing me in the 3rd grade for it.
I also didn't have the "right last name" and our family didn't go to church, so after about 5th grade, most kids and their parents didn't want me around. That was also fine with me as I am a natural born loner. But it also made me hide out more.
Jr high and high school were the worst days of my life. To this very day, I regret not dropping out and just getting my G.E.D. I was a ranch kid that didn't have nice clothes, stunk like cattle and cigarettes (my mom smoked), didn't play sports or go to church and had a lot of freckles. That combination put a huge target on my back from the older boys, the preppy cheerleaders and basically everyone in between.
I survived, but I BELIEVED all the mean things said to me, and started telling myself those things and much worse. I was by far my own worst enemy. I was so hard on myself and wouldn't ever hear any compliments I received. If I did get them, it went in one ear and out the other. I would tell myself "they are just saying that trying to make me feel better but they don't really think I am smart, pretty, a hard worker," etc.
That led me to constantly want to be someone else, to look different, have a different lifestyle, etc. When all the time I was actually HAPPY doing what I was doing.
So for about 20 years, I was downright miserable because even though I was HAPPY being me and living life how I was without realizing it until recently, I kept trying to be someone and something I wasn't.
I can't tell you really when, where or why, but one day a few years ago, I was thinking a typical thought pattern of something like "I'll never be as pretty as her or have any friends or get invited to...……..," when after that thought, for some strange reason, I asked myself, "If you did get invited to...….x, y, z, would you go? WHY would you want to go?"
Then I realized, I had absolutely no desire to be invited nor go to anything that I was feeling sorry for myself about. And it was a snowball effect. I started asking myself similar questions anytime I started comparing myself to others or feeling sorry for myself. It took my many years, and at almost 40 years old now, I still struggle but VERY RARELY.
I now watch others be successful and excel, and instead of watching with envy and hatred, I appreciate what they are able to do and applaud them for it. If I start feeling down and telling myself "She's so talented at x,y,z." I also ask myself "If you had a teacher and was able to practice x,y,z, do you think you could do well also?" And that usually leads to, "hell yeah I could, but I don't want to spend my time practicing x,y,z because it's not really something I want to do."
I'm sure I sound like a whacked out nut, and I am, but maybe this will help someone who might struggle with comparisons as well.
I now appreciate what I have, the talents and gifts and opportunities I've been given, and I WORK HARD and keep LEARNING and PRACTICING the things that interest ME. I know I'm good at what I do; I enjoy what I do and in the end that's all that matters.
Learn to love and appreciate what you have, work and practice to improve on what you LOVE to do and also appreciate what others are good at. When you can do that, you will find confidence, happiness and contentment.
PS- LISTEN and ABSORB the compliments you get, but also GIVE YOURSELF compliments too! I know it sounds crazy, but it works!
Skye is a rancher, a model and an accomplished self-taught photographer. At near forty, it is hard to image that she ever had any issues with self confidence, especially given the independent and rugged life-style she chooses to live, but in this recent blog she shares her thoughts on self-confidence.
Skye has agreed to share her random thoughts on life and ranching with Poolville Post readers. If you want some inspiration or maybe just another perspective, this new column is for you. If you want to see one of her ranch photographs, she always has one on the PS page. You will also find links to her Facebook and Smugmug pages.
The following year, it took from 20-50 seconds--- and the year after that, it was from 30-50 seconds. No, Lava wasn't slowing down with age, because it would take from 30-50 seconds to wash the hands clean for the remainder of radio's golden age.
I pulled out an interview from the Archives of the Lucky Me Ranch, a short interview I called Snapshots on my radio show. They are short interviews with folks that I think people would like to know more about. John Buttram is one of those folks. His unmistakable voice reminds you of his uncle, Pat Buttram, whose distinct voice you heard in Gene Autry movies.
I visited with John a few years back at the Ft. Worth Stock Show. We were at an event called Camp Fire Tales. It was a fun 3 day gathering of entertainers sharing cowboy poetry, music and stories, and John was the MC. I always got a kick out of John as an MC. He came up with funny jokes and comebacks as quick as could be. I just had a few minutes to interview him and this is that Snap Shot.
W - How are you doing, John?
J - I’m doing just fine.
W - I bet everybody recognizes that voice.
J - I had an uncle named Pat Buttram. Pat’s voice was pretty much like mine; he was Gene Autry’s sidekick and also he was Mr. Haney on Green Acres and then he did a bunch of the Disney cartoons. He was the voice in some of those.
W – That is so neat. So what are you up to these days? I know you MC for a lot of festivals.
J - That’s about it mainly; I retired about 11 years ago and just travel all over to any festival that will have me, just introduce folks and tell some kind of joke on them and that’s about it.
W – I’m always so impressed with you because you are so quick to come up with jokes and people never know what you are going to say, but you can sure come up with it fast; that’s quite a gift!
J - I’m one of them that doesn’t know, too, you know. All I can do is tell stuff like that; I was going to write songs but I never could. I had one that I was going to write, “Meet Me in the Corn Patch, Honey, and I’ll kiss You Between the Ears”. Then there was one, “Don’t Run Through The Screen Door, Granny, You Might Strain Yourself”, and then there was, “I was Lonesome When I Was With You”.
W- Well, I bet that one certainly endeared you to a lot of people’s hearts.
J – That’s probably right!
W – So what do you have coming up in the future?
J - The Cowtown Gala is coming up and it’s to raise money for the Cowtown Opry. There’s also the Gene Autry Festival in Gene Autry, Okla. That’s in Sept. They’ve got a whole passle of folks coming up there, a lot of the old movie star . It’s going to be a great time.
W – Gene Autry was quite an entertainer, wasn’t he?
J – Yes, Pat used to say that Gene used to ride into the sunset and now he’s made enough money to where he owns it.
W – How many years have you been an MC here, John?
J – I think it’s the 4th year at the Stock Show. It’s always a good time; you see a lot of good people and it’s just a lot of fun.
W – It’s kind of like a family reunion after a while, isn’t it?
J - Sure is and that’s the way these festivals turn out.
An Interview With John Buttram
John Buttram is not only known for his quick wit as an MC, but has been in films such as Tales of the Cap Gun Kid, Gene Autry: White Hat, Silver Screen, and Bill Tilghman and the Outlaws.
Editors Note: The venue at the Fort Worth Stock and Rodeo called "Campfire Tales" still lives and is now know as "Music and Poetry of the West." It is still a three day event, held on January 27th, 28, and 29th. While John Buttram will not be there, the creators of Tales of the Cap Gun Kid, (Wild West Toys - Bob & Johnie Terry) will be sponsoring the event. Come meet them and a host of other musicians, story tellers and cowboy poets.
Know When to Retreat
Author: Clinton Anderson
Photo credit: Darrell Dodds
Whenever you introduce a new object or experience to a horse, the key to your success depends on how well you understand and apply pressure.
Pressure in relation to horses refers to movement. Anything that moves creates pressure. The smaller the movement, the less pressure the horse feels. The bigger the movement, the more pressure the horse feels.
Anything that moves creates pressure, and that includes objects you can’t control, such as flags, branches, tarps, etc. A flag that is hanging limply from a flagpole creates very little pressure, but a flag that’s flapping and cracking in the wind creates a lot of pressure.
Sometimes you’ll want your horse to stand still and ignore pressure, and sometimes you’ll want him to move away from it. The horse will know what to do by using the thinking side of his brain and reading your body language.
You Can’t See It, But Your Horse Can Feel It
Pressure is like electricity –you can’t see it, but you know it’s there. Does electricity hurt? It just depends. If you bump into a nine-volt electric fence, you’ll feel just a little tingle, but if you stick your finger in an electric socket, it will hurt a lot.
Pressure can make a horse feel uncomfortable, and just like electricity, the discomfort level depends on the amount of pressure applied. If you wave the Handy Stick slowly and only create a little bit of pressure, then the horse will feel a tingle. If you wave the Handy Stick fast and create a lot of pressure, then you could make the horse feel really uncomfortable.
You don’t even have to be touching the horse for him to feel pressure. You can tap the air with your Handy Stick in front of his nose and he’ll back away from it. You can point with your hand and the horse will follow the feel of that pressure. You can step behind his drive line and look intently at his hindquarters and he’ll yield and face you with two eyes.
Horses Learn From the Release of Pressure
Horses don’t learn from pressure; they learn from the release of pressure. While pressure motivates the horse to look for another answer, it is the release of pressure that teaches him that he did the right thing. That’s why timing is such a crucial element in training horses. If your timing is off, you may be rewarding the horse for the wrong behavior and sending him mixed signals. Whatever the horse is doing the exact second you release pressure is what you’re rewarding him for. So if he rears and you release the pressure, you’ve just rewarded him for rearing. If he pushes into your space and you back off, you’ve just rewarded him for being dominant toward you.
It also works in reverse. If the horse is responding correctly, but you don’t release the pressure, he’ll learn to ignore you. You have to be very conscious to release the pressure as soon as the horse
even attempts to respond the way you want. The quicker you can release the pressure, the faster the horse will understand that he did the right thing. Always reward the slightest try.
Always Ask With the Lightest Amount of Pressure
No matter what you’re asking the horse to do always ask with the lightest amount of pressure possible. Even if you know he isn’t going to respond correctly at first, you still need to give him the benefit of the doubt by asking lightly. If he ignores you, then you’ll gradually increase the amount of pressure until he responds correctly. Ask him, and then tell him. One day when you ask him, there will be no need to tell him.
Most people want to start with a low amount of pressure, which is great, but when their horse ignores them or doesn’t move his feet, they don’t increase the pressure. First, you ask the horse to respond with the lightest amount of pressure possible. If he chooses not to respond, you’ll increase the pressure until you get what you’re looking for.
If you start gently and finish gently, then eventually being gentle will be all that’s necessary to get the job done.
We do this for perhaps several reasons. First, we want to prove to ourselves that we have mastered the use of all the complicated settings on our equipment. It begins with a choice of lenses and probably continues with thoughts of aperture and focal length. From there it moves to the camera itself – which ISO and what shutter speed will work best for what I am trying to achieve in this light? The choices are almost infinite and the decisions are daunting. It’s a process we go through, and it is always being refined.
Another reason we chase the perfect image is to demonstrate to others our vision of the world: “This is my world and this is how I see it.” We photographers like to think that we are – dare I say it – more in tune with our surroundings than the average Joe or Mary. I say this not being at all sure of what the term “average” really means in this context, but I suspect it means someone who does not have or does not actively use his or her camera. Sometimes we go out of our way to capture a common image and show it in an uncommon way, presenting a different perspective. Indeed, this can be one of the goals of photography. It’s what makes a photograph unique; it’s what makes people comment and say, “interesting.”
A third reason, which is closely related to the second, is that we want to be recognized by our peers as being accomplished. Once we finally get thick-skinned enough to share our work in the “professional arena, nothing pleases us more than to have another photographer whom we respect and admire say something positive about one of our images. We don’t need this reinforcement to keep shooting because photography is a solitary pursuit, but it is a quiet motivator.
Finally, I think we keep looking for that perfect shot so we can take it home and relive that moment with the click of a mouse or a glance to the wall on which we have hung the framed image. It says to us, “I was there, and isn’t this a spectacular moment in time.”
This is why most of us have a camera within a few minutes of where we are most days. It’s why we have multiple lenses and multiple camera bodies. We want to be ready to capture that perfect shot that always seems to elude us.
I make a point of feeding my animals a little before dark on most nights. The dog is always last, mostly because she is more patient and far less demanding that the other animals. As part of her feeding routine, I sit and talk to her while she eats. It gives me great pleasure to know that I rescued her, and I reassure her every day that she is safe.
One recent feeding was just as the sun was beginning to set. There seemed to be a focal point just over the hill where the light rode beams of clouds, extending in all directions. The colors were dazzling, varying between light pink and deep red, and I thought to myself, “I need to get my camera.” I quickly ran through my scattered memory where I had left it and what lens was on it. The last photos I had taken were of the girls’ varsity basketball team at our local school – a relatively wide angle shot, indoors under bad lighting. A few settings would have to be changed for this.
But as I sat there and watched the daily phenomenon unfold, I thought to myself, “No.” Tonight I am going to enjoy this as God intended me to. The lighting and the colors changed, almost on cue, slowly but with singular purpose, and I sat there almost in a trance. The entire experience was somewhere between five and seven minutes – time enough to retrieve my camera and get off a shot or two – but I made the right decision because the image I came back to the house with was more than a sunset. It was a quiet moment shared with my dog, watching dusk unfold before us. I do not need a photograph to remind me of that night because I was part of that image, and I can see it even with my eyes open. I can relive it every time I think about it: me and Sugar, sitting on a knoll watching the sun go down – a good memory and one of the best images I never took.
Photographers are always chasing that perfect shot. It’s an addiction with us. We buy expensive equipment and go out chasing fuzzy mammals, insects, people, sunsets and anything else that strikes us as a suitable topic, trying to capture on “film” a split second in time.