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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
Day by Day
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.
April Thoughts From the 1940's
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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.
One Small Candle – Cecil Roberts
When we think of embattled England today – Shakespeare’s stone set in a silver sea – we have mostly in mind its more visible defenders, the sailors on her perilous seas, the sentries on guard along her cliffs and country lanes, the lads who leap heavenward and hunt Death on his cloudy ramparts. They stand forth, valiant in danger, and behind them are the countless ranks of volunteers in a hundred different services who combat the cunning of a tireless and ingenious foe.
But there is a less known and less spectacular cohort, unregimented, without uniform, who stand at their posts of duty, self-appointed and dauntless. They are the old ladies of England.
Once we saw them with their dogs, taking a morning promenade; or supporting the country vicar at the annual bazaar; or, solemn and unfailing, bidding at local auctions, weeping at local funerals, and scattering confetti at local weddings. They are grandmothers mostly, or prim spinsters, and their species flourishes best, I think, in such a small English country town as that in which I live. They literally clucked recently when a brood of children invaded us, and at once gave up being grandmothers and became active nursing mothers instead, alert for coughs and colds, measles and mumps, torn clothes, socks with holes, and clothes without buttons.
I think of Mrs. Brown, the gardener’s wife, mother of seven and grandmother of fifteen. At times she troubles the authorities with her inconsequence. She emerges from the grocer’s as the shrapnel is falling, indignant with the air-raid warden who hustles her back into the shop. When the water is cut off, just as she has planned to rinse a few things, she addresses the ever-present bugbear of all my country’s life today.
“”E’s a reg’lar nuisance. It’s bad enough all night; but to have ‘im all day as well!” she complains with contempt for Hitler that has no reverence for Monday, England’s washing day.
I think of Miss Whissitt, arriving at the fishmonger’s to find no fish, no fishmonger, no fish shop, only a mountain of rubble and men with pickaxes, “And on Friday too!” she remonstrated, and calmly went on to the butcher’s. It was one of the brood of Miss Whissitt that declined to leave her cottage for the raid shelter because, amid the clatter and banging, the canary seemed frightened, and it would have been mean to leave him alone.
Yet we should not be surprised into wonder at their courage. The clue to their character was always there if we could but have seen it. One day on the side of the road that runs out of my country town, I was astonished to observe a small memorial stone. It was the position as much as the newness of the stone that attracted my attention. I stopped, read the inscription, and was so taken by its quiet magnificence of expression that I made inquiries of the nature of “Peter” whose tablet stood there so oddly by the roadside. I then learned that in the house opposite lived an old lady, who, mourning a pet dog killed by a passing automobile, had petitioned the local authorities to erect a slight memorial. That inscription to Peter rings out in a world grown dark with evil; it challenges the vast principalities of planned destruction, for on that stone was this legend: “There is not enough darkness in all the world to put out the light of one small candle.”
In these dark days of trial I recall those proud words by an English roadside, and my faith is kindled by that one small candle.
Born in Nottingham, England, Cecil Roberts (Edric Cecil Mornington Roberts / 1892-1976), worked as a journalist on the Liverpool Post during WWI. During WWII he worked for the British Ambassador to the United States. In the following essay, peppered with typical dry English wit, the circumstances are decidedly different than they are today. We are not dealing with falling bombs and shrapnel , but our lives have been drastically changed, and we are just as certainly dealing with an evil that is equally as widespread. I found the message moving and every bit as meaningful today as it was when it was written back in 1942.
Woodson News: And, I gave up Dr. Pepper!
By Tacy Ellis
Lent began almost 40 days ago. It was almost spring break, and I gave up Dr. Pepper. A week on the road and away from home and no Dr. Pepper. There was talk of a virus.
Returned to have an extra week off school, to prepare for one week of “remote learning.” And, I gave up Dr. Pepper. The virus had become an epidemic.
Our 30-year-old horse became crippled while we were gone and lost so much weight because she couldn’t walk to feed. We have doctored day and night. And, I gave up Dr. Pepper. The horse is doing better, in fact, she has run through a livestock panel since, injuring the leg opposite the crippled leg.
A worldwide pandemic broke out. I gave up Dr. Pepper?!
Took a walk, less than thirty minutes after the clouds cleared after days of rain, and the sun peeped through to warm the ground…7 rattlesnakes have left the premises…I hate snakes. My refrigerator holds several 12 packs of Dr. Pepper. I cannot drink it. I gave it up.
Grocery stores’ shelves are sparse and even empty. And, I gave up Dr. Pepper.
Toilet paper could be lost forever; I cannot have Dr. Pepper until the 12th.
My oldest lives in Austin; of the 130-something cases of Coronavirus at the time, four of the people work in her office, three others have symptoms. She is self-quarantining…I need a Dr. Pepper.
The ranch we have called home for almost three years sold and so we will move into our three year, not quite finished, renovation… by the end of the month…I can’t have a Dr. Pepper until the 12th. All we lack is flooring, painting, shelving, cabinets and countertops, plumbing to the new addition for laundry and bath, some tile, some trim, porches, some windows…but we have a refrigerator and it has Dr. Pepper, of which I cannot partake until the 12th.
Our second grandson was born the 30th! Penn William Ellis! Penn was early and is in the NICU at Baylor in FW. His big brother, Chess, four, cannot see him until he comes home. Chess is staying with us. His parents can’t leave the baby. Absolutely no visitors. Maybe soon. I can drink Dr. Pepper on the 12th.
It was April Fool’s Day. I am taking care of my son’s dogs. One was found dead under the carport. The finder called my son at the hospital. My son asked if he would go back to see which dog it was. When he got back, the dog was gone…and back in the yard…ALIVE! Turns out the dog is deaf and never knew the finder was even there. APRIL FOOLS! I need a Dr. Pepper.
Rabbits were born the night the temperatures plummeted. Dr. Pepper, please?
I planted tomatoes and peppers. It may freeze. Does Dr. Pepper freeze?
Preparation and administration of remote learning is WAY harder than being there each day! Mr. Mills, our principal, has a stash of Dr. Pepper at school…the keys are…
My taxes are not done. My census did not make the deadline. Could I please have a Dr. Pepper? NO! Not until the 12th.
I celebrate the birthdays of Joel Dyer, Danna Miller, Gary Sullivan, Johnny Vickers, Teddy Clark, Ada Smith, Spencer Clark, Tobi Nowell, and AJ Clark…perhaps a Dr. Pepper in their honor would be valid…
I pray for the people on the prayer list, for our country, for our military, and I worry about my parents, my family, my animals, my friends, students… but soon, I can have a Dr. Pepper.
Happy Easter! May your life be as blessed as mine.
Jesus gave his life for me, and I, well, I gave up Dr. Pepper.
Tacy Ellis, founder of the Poolville Post and former Poolville High School teacher, moved back to her family's hometown of Woodson a number of years ago, but she continues to teach, and of course she continues to write. She recently sent this to me, and I gladly share it with you, the Poolville community that she cares so much about.