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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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Every Monday David Sawyer "The Guy With The Guitar" hand writes a verse of scripture and sets it to music.
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Olde West History
Day by Day
And that's how it was in the olde wooly west.
Voices From The Past
~ Forties Flashback~
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.
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.
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Horses That Nip and Nibble
By Clinton Anderson
When a horse gets mouthy – he nips or nibbles shirt sleeves, jackets or the lead rope – the behavior is often brushed aside. This is especially true with young horses, the most likely culprits of this behavior. A foal mouthing your shirt sleeve doesn’t seem like a big deal; in fact, a lot of people think it’s kind of cute. But the problem with this behavior is that if uncorrected it often turns into biting – a very dangerous vice. The most effective correction you can do with a horse is to make him move his feet. Horses are basically lazy creatures that would rather stand around in the pasture daydreaming of their next meal than move their feet and work up a sweat. They’ll always choose the option with the least amount of work involved. So if you’re standing next to your horse and he starts to lip your shirt, put his feet to work. Back him up, lunge him in a circle, sidepass him – anything you can think of to make him hustle his feet. Put his feet to work for five minutes, and then go back to what you were doing with him before he got mouthy. Act like it didn’t even happen. If he tries to mouth you again, you’ll make the same correction.
He can’t mouth on you and move his feet at the same time, especially if you make him hustle with energy and do a lot of changes of direction. If you’re consistent with this correction, it won’t take many repetitions for the horse to connect the two together: When he gets mouthy, he has to move his feet and sweat.
One of the most effective ways to stop a mouthy horse, and a horses that bites, is to back him up. Backing is a very humbling exercise for a horse to do. When a horse gets mouthy or tries to bite, it’s a very forward action – he’s invading your space and coming to get you. When you back him up, it’s the opposite – he’s being submissive to you by moving out of your space.
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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.
Interview with J.W. Beason, Saddle Maker, Day Work Cowboy, and Cowboy Poet (Original interview for radio show, “Storytime, A Western Variety Show”.
J.W. Beason was born in Pampa, Tx., and raised in Northwest Oklahoma. He made his way back to Texas making his career as a saddlemaker and a day work cowboy.
A few years back, at a Cowboy gathering, I met JW Beason, Saddle maker and Cowboy poet from Lipscomb, Tx. If you don’t know or haven’t met JW, you need to. Not only is he a Cowboy poet, but he is a humorist and quite a storyteller.
J.W. - I’m from Lipscomb, Texas. Lipscomb, is in the northeast corner of the Panhandle, a little town of about 35 people not incorporated but it’s the county seat. It’s pretty much not on the way to anywhere so if you’re going to Lipscomb you got to be going there. It’s big cattle country, ranch country. I have a saddle shop out there. I’m a saddle maker and day work cowboy, and still work cattle for some of the ranches in the country, and then I sing and do cowboy poetry around the country. On my business cards I tell a couple of other things I do because in a little town like Lipscomb you kind of have to branch out. I’m a paid mourner. I can either lightly wipe a tear or I can fall out screaming, just however you’d like to be remembered.
I’m about the only hermit coach in the country. I’m a certified hermit coach. If you live in Lipscomb you have to learn to do without and so if you really want to be a hermit that’s the place to come. I’ve got a little academy there and I’m a certified hermit coach.
(JW says that on his business cards he also states that he trains women and cats, to do whatever they want to do. He guarantees results on this. As you can see he is definitely a Texan…a real storyteller!)
Waynetta – Besides being a comedian when did you start writing poetry?
JW – I’ve been writing poetry since I was a kid and I’ve always been a cowboy so it just came natural to write about the things that you knew about. I started writing poetry and songs when I was about 15 or 16.
(JW told me the things he mostly writes about is cowboy stuff, cattle and horses, but he wrote a poem for his son about raising kids. JW said he doesn’t know if he knows much about that but he’s learned a little. He also wrote one for his grandson along the same line. JW said he enjoys writing poetry; he believes that poets and songwriters believe they have something to say)
JW – I really enjoy being able to give the audience something. If I can get a smile or a tear then I’ve touched someone. If I’ve made their life better for those few minutes then I’m worth something. I go a lot of places and do this and I love to watch the reaction on people’s faces. I guess to be honest about it, it is an ego thing. We all like to be told that we’ve done good. The best thing you can do for a kid or a dog is to let him know that he’s done a good job. As performers, like kids, it feels good when someone tells them they’ve done a good job.
Waynetta - One of my favorite poems that JW tells is “The Last of the Breed”. He said that this poem is his answer to folks who ask him why he wants to be a cowboy, why does he want to do what he does.
J.W. Beason is a talented man, a saddlemaker, a day work cowboy, and a cowboy poet who tells from his heart.
JW has been a featured poet at the The National Cowboy Poetry Gatheringin Elko, Nevada, The Cowboy and Western Heritage Museum (formerly the Cowboy Hall of Fame) in Oklahoma City, and The Red Steagall Cowboy Gathering in Fort Worth, as well as many other Cowboy gatherings along the way. You can find out more about J.W. Beason on Facebook and at cowboypoetry.com.
Edith Willkie (Mrs. Wendell Willkie) “came into the national spotlight as the woman wearing a hat who always stood beside her husband.” Her husband was the republican national candidate for president in 1940. After a failed second bid as a presidential candidate in 1944, and plagued by ill health and multiple heart attacks, Willkie died in Lenox Hill Hospital. He was fifty-two. His wife Edith lived until she was eighty seven, and died in 1987 in Methodist Hospital in Indianapolis.
The following article was published in Good Housekeeping, likely sometime between 1940 and 1942. Her wish then is still relevant today as we approach Thanksgiving.
For All This I Shall Be Thankful
by Mrs. Wendell Willkie
“The editors of Good Housekeeping have asked me to enumerate the things for which I shall give special thanks on the forthcoming Thanksgiving Day.
Naturally, there are many things.
I am thankful that my husband and my son are well and happy, and that I have their love.
I am thankful that I am an American—that I live in a country where men and women may speak their minds, and disagree, and still be free; where men and women may worship as they choose, and not be questioned for it; where books are made to be read and preserved, not censored and burned; where children are born to live according to the lights God gives them, and grow to the estates to which their several talents entitle them in a land of free enterprise.
I am thankful that never in the history of the world has a dictatorship survived; that never has a subjugated nation remained for long in bondage.
I am thankful that I live in a country where, on the first Wednesday that follows the first Tuesday in November, political differences will be forgotten and a united people will stand fervently behind their President-Elect, be he Republican or Democrat, ready to labor hard and labor long in the interest of the one nation on earth which still guarantees to us a human beings the simple, decent rights that God must have intended human beings to enjoy.”
November Thoughts From the 1940's
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The Texas Rangers began in 1835 to patrol the borders of the Republic of Texas and were later given authority to enforce Texas state law.
To read some exciting stories of the Texas Rangers, see the books that have been written by San Antonio author Richard Womack on the Wordsmithing page.
As a photographer I am privileged to have many experiences that I might not otherwise have. As someone who likes to explore, I have also been places and had experiences that many people may never have and may not even want to have. I have taken photographs of speeding race cars from a distance of thirty feet, and I have been inside a long-closed historic family crypt in the Congressional Cemetery in Washington DC. Much of what I enjoy about photography is that I can capture an image and display it as how I saw it while I was looking at it, but there are images that will forever be held only in the depths of my mind. Two of those revolve around veterans, and the most recent has caused me to reflect on them.
Several years ago my wife and I were visiting Arlington National Cemetery. We had taken one of the trolley tours and were at a stop-off stretching our legs and looking around. There are about twenty-five burials each day at Arlington. Not all of them include a horse-drawn caisson and certainly many do not include a Caparisoned Horse, so I felt lucky to see such a procession on the hill behind me that warm afternoon. I seldom go anywhere on vacations without my camera, and this day was no exception. As I waited for the caisson and the horse to walk into an open space between the trees, I thought to myself, “what a great photo this is going to be.” As I raised the camera to shoulder level in preparation for the shot, my wife put her hand on my shoulder and said something like, “you can’t do that.” My unspoken thought was, “of course I can,” but then I realized there was more to her statement than what I heard. I was about to violate the sanctity of a personal and private event, an event of honor, respect and dignity…and for what? In thinking back, I believe the key words here are “personal” and “private.” Unlike public funerals of presidents and other military dignitaries who have public funerals with all the military honors and escorts, this funeral was not public; it was only being held in a public place. My wife was correct in her gesture, and in reverence, I lowered the camera – I did not take the shot. I did bring the image home with me, but I can only tell about it.
More recently, I was at the Poolville Cemetery taking photographs of third graders putting small U.S. flags on the graves of veterans. I was looking for a group shot that showed the students engaged in the activity, but I was also on the lookout for a candid, individual shot of a student showing some reflection and perhaps wonderment at what he or she was doing. As I came upon a group of about ten students gathered around a headstone underneath a big oak tree, all but one were looking at a marker and reading the inscription. It would have made a very good group shot, but I saw out of the corner of my eye just to the right of where I was standing, a large marker about two feet high and probably three feet long. On top of this marker, sitting with legs outstretched, was a third grade girl. She was very still, almost like she had been placed there; her eyes were closed. She was silent, but her lips were moving. She was praying. Once again my adrenaline kicked in. What an outstanding and memorable image this would be. It had everything I was looking for and more. But then I guess I heard my wife’s voice coming from the twenty-fifth floor of her downtown Fort Worth office: “You can’t do that,” and I knew I couldn’t. The fact is I knew it all along. I would have been violating that personal and very private experience of that youngster. Once again I did not take the shot, but I did bring the image home, and it will be forever with me.
And so it goes. I would never have made a good disaster photographer or war correspondent. I am always struggling with a dilemma: is this a shot I need to take or is this a shot I would just like to take. I will admit that the quandary has been made easier as a result of these two events.