Aelfleah Farm
Sep. 11, 2007, 09:58 PM
I have had the joy of being a participant at the worst driving clinic ever. I thought I'd just drop the "experience" from my memory, but I've decicded to tell my little story to save someone else the potential anguish.
On August 10, I went to a "Driving Clinic" hosted by Full-Circle Equestrian Center with John Beiler as the clinician. I am usually not into the "clinic" scene... Unless the clinician is very well known and I have personal recommendations from previous participants... And I should have stayed that way!
I took two ponies to this "driving clinic". A 3yo complete virgin large pony filly and a 5yo medium pony mare who is very accomplished under saddle. The clinic was billed as for non-driving animals. As in "teach your horse to drive". I have taught a pony to drive, adn we compete in CDE, but I've only been driving a couple of years, and only with the one pony. I'm no expert by any means!
We got to the clinic site at about 2 pm on a Friday. A 6 hour drive, including one stop for breakfast and two fuel stops. In 100+ heat. (The hotel desk clerk later told us it was 111 with heat index)
Kitty (3yo filly) was a bit of a worrier. She occasionally scrambled in the trailer and whinnied a lot while traveling. She's never been farther than 20 minutes in a trailer before. Spirit (5yo mare), who's been back and forth to Florida, traveled perfectly fine.
We found the "equestrian center" easily enough. All I could think was "wow, there are a damn lot of horses here." No barns in site. Just lots and lots of paddocks, some few with carports for shelter. I later learned there were 45 horses there. Some of them belonged to boarders, some were in for training, most in for sale on commision.
The "arena" was on the highest point of the property, a covered pen about 50x70. One end of it was turned into 10x10 stalls that I never saw cleaned the entire time I was there. A fugly stallion occupied one of those stalls, right where mares had to be worked in front of his very unhappy nose. The clinic was held mostly in the remaining 50x60 "arena". I guess this was okay, since only one horse was worked at a time.
This was not a clinic like I was expecting. It was very hands off, the clinician did all the work, only letting the owners get involved for the last few minutes of each drive.
I was already a bit wary, but I was determined to be open minded. I wrote a check for $300 dollars for this (plus a couple of hundred in gas and another couple on hotel and meals), after all.
When we had the girls put away, we drew up our folding chairs to watch. Two mini's had already been through the "program" and a big QH gelding was the current victim. The gelding was being "lunged" in the pen with harness on, a twisted wire snaffle bit wired to his halter, and dragging a mess of PVC pipes with plastic sacks tied to their ends... My friend and I looked at each other, and I know we both thought "uh-oh". Spirit, the medium pony, has a morbid fear of WHITE (and really only white) plastic or paper. She was "round penned" as a baby, apparently enough to hypersenitize her and not enough to get her "sacked out". And we've never been able to work through this (though to be honest I've never spent much time trying). Still, this clinician was supposed to be a professional...
The lunging thing was rather inventive. In the center of the pen, a huge stake had been driven into the ground. Attached to this was 20 feet of rope. The rope was running through PVC pipe, actually electrical conduit. When I asked what the hell that was, I was told that this was to keep the horses on the outside of the circle. The horses were attached to the fixed lunging contraption and just sent around endless until they "accepted" each step.
The "ideal" process was this:
Drape blanket over horse tied to railing. Flap it around a bit.
Tickle horse with short whip with plastic sack on end.
If horse doesn't explode, harness horse with ancient filthy NYLON harness, oft broken and oft repaired with bailing twine and such. No crupper and made for a much larger horse.
Attach a bit to the horse's halter with snaps, if they aren't broken, or wire if it works better.
Attach horse to lunge contraption and send it around by chasing with whip and plastic sack or with a pom-pom thingy, if the horse didn't get lively enough with the whip and sack.
Once horse "accepts" this treatment, attach a length of PVC to breastcollar on each side.
Send horse around more.
Once horse "accepts" this treatment, attach another length of PVC to breastcollar on each side. These new pieces have a plastic sack on the end.
Send horse around more.
Once horse "accepts" this treatment, attach a third length of PVC to breastcollar on each side. These new pieces have three plastic sacks on each,
Send horse around more.
Once horse "accepts" this treatment, attach an axle thingy to the last pair of PVC pipes, so horse is two dragging pieces on each side and a wheeled thingy. All liberally covered with plastic sacks.
Send horse around more.
Once horse "accepts" this treatment, attach a plywood "dashboard" to the axle thingy.
send horse around more.
Once horse "accepts" this treatment, stop. Take all pipe stuff off, turn horse around and start at the beginning, but going the other direction.
After horse is thoroughly tired and "accepting" (remember it is like 110 degrees, high humidity, occasional faint breeze), attach horse to beat up, poorly balanced cart. If traces won't reach, use bailing twine to make up the difference.
Attach reins to bit and ground drive in the pen, forcing horse to shove hard on shafts to make the tight turns.
If horse doesn't freak out, head outside, with open gate to Interstate 10, get in and walk around small yard area.
Let owner get in also and take lines, walking around small yard area.
Done. Horse is now a broke driving horse.
Okay, so QH gelding has gone through the process up until the point of being driven outside the arena. As they were driving out, I noticed that one of the hold backs was disconnected. I had to end up calling the holdback strap "the thing that connects the breeching to the cart" to get the clinician and his assistant to understand what the hell I was talking about.
So gelding is driving in yard, and owner gets in, and when asking for a turn, gelding bolts forward and clinician makes grab for reins to stop him. Seems the other holdback strap broke too, and when the horse turned, the breeching (and then cart shaft) rapped him on the hock. Did I mention this was horrible, nasty equipment? But the gelding recovered, and owner was ecstatic that her horse was now a driving horse.
So it's time to work the last mini. This is one of those mini's that is everything wrong with the breed. A horrible under bite, mishapened muzzle and head. The "process" was really shortened for him. I'm guessing because the mini harness the clinician used had a closed bridle so the poor little beast couldn't see the trash chasing him. So after like a hour of work, the mini is in the yard being driven by clinician. Who then steps out of the cart and the owner (an 8yo boy) gets in sans helmet and drives BY HIMSELF!!!! With an open gate leading to the highway! I offered the mother a helmet, when I saw this, but she looked at me like I was crazy. My friend asked me quietly "you are planning to wear a helmet, aren't you" I assured her I would have helmet and gloves before getting in behind Kitty or Spirit...
Oh, did I mention that the traces weren't long enough on this mini, so they used bailing twice to make up the difference? And that after the 1st boy finished his 5 minutes of driving, the older brother (11 or 12) drove, also without a helmet!
Finally it was done, and the mini put away.
The clinician had offered to take a 9th horse (an auditor asked if he could) and since he agreed, they wanted to start with one of mine, so that there would still be 4 to do the next day. I agreed, though I was tired, but I was trying to be easy to get along with. I pulled out Kitty, since she was the easiest to catch in the pen they were in. I still don't know if this was a good decision.
So the clinician goes through the whole process with Kitty. I made sure he knew, told him many many times, that Kitty was a complete virgin. Never been lunged, never been bitted, never been tacked. Knows feet, baths, blankets, leading, loading, tying. That's it.
So he got Kitty through his process up to the point of driving the cart in the pen. Kitty was getting frustrated with trying to understand the reins/bit, at the same time she's trying to figure out how to turn the cart in that tiny enclosed space. Right about the time I was getting up to stop the process before she exploded, the clinician stopped, saying he would finish with her in the morning, since she was getting upset. Kudos for him.
8 am finds us feeding the girls and ready to go for day 2. Kitty is first up to "finish" her day.
Clinician starts her exactly where he left off, no going back and reinforcing lessons, just continue immediately from previous point and puts her to the cart and ground driving in the little pen. She is still completely frustrated with bit/reins/turns, but she's putting up with everything.
After like 30 minutes, clinician drives her out of the pen into the yard and hops in. Kitty is trying, her big problem is the bit... Turns are so frustrating for her, she can't figure out why her mouth is being pulled like it is. I get in, drive for a few minutes (with helmet and gloves) and we're done. A very unsatisfying experience. Kitty needs lots more time on the ground, learning the use of the bit. The breeching sat way too low for her, so she couldn't back up (which I disliked seeing her asked to do anyway, since she doesn't know the bit well enough). I was just very very displeased with everything now.
And now it's Sprit's turn...
And I look up from focusing on Kitty to find the idiot clinician's idiot assistant lunging my pony with just a halter and lunge line (and ever present whip with plastic sack), and accoding to my friend, who saw the assistant go fetch Spirit, has been lunging IN THE SAME DIRECTION for 45 MINUTES in no shade 110 degree heat! I told everyone that Spirit was rehabing from a suspensory lesion she got in January. I told everyone what leg it was on, and here is this girl lunging Spirit with the bad leg on the inside of the circle at warp trot speed for nearly the whole time I have been working with Kitty!!!!
I passed Kitty off to my friend, went out to the assistant and told her that was enough, thank you very much. Spirit is very game, and unless she is in side reins and really being "worked" , she thinks lunging is a distance race, as in "I should go real fast and after x number of circles they let me stop". The assistant was lunging with the line to the bottom of the halter, on about 20 feet of rope using a 3 foot whip with a plastic sack as a "go" tool, which Spirit completely ignored, since it was so far away from her. Anyway, I stop the mindless lunging. Check the leg, and trot Spirit in hand for a second to check for lameness. And get her a much needed drink.
While I'm doing this, the clinician and the assistant are pounding a stake into the ground of this outdoor paddock (ie no shade), and moving their lazy man's lunging gear to this new place.
I decided Spirit was okay to continue, as long as EVERYONE knew again, that she had a suspensory lesion in January and zooming around on a small circle was a bad idea...
So no sacking out with blanket and sack for Spirit... I don't know why. But the clinician just "skipped" those steps. He draped her with the harness that had been too big for Kitty. I told him I had my own harness for her. He insisted on using his own crap. I told him I had an open bridle for her, or a closed bridle. He still insisted on fastening a bit to her halter with double ended snaps.
My internal warning sirens are going off, but I'm trying to be open minded here... So I sit back.
Spirit is hooked to lunging contraption. And sent off at a warp speed trot. She's happy enough to not stop, after all there is no cue in the bridle to stop, no one ever says "whoa".... So they finally get her stopped and attach the 1st pair of poles and send her off again, but only like 3 circles. Spirit was figuring out that she could really stop when ever she wanted to and no mean person (aka me) was going to discipline her for being a lazy sluggard on the lunge line.
So they had the 2nd set of poles with the damn white plastic sacks, get them attached, and the clinician steps back to get his whip thingy. The assistant is still at Spirit's head, but I don't know what started it, but Spirit busts away from them and is flying around the circle at top gallop, throwing herself to the ground trying to get away from the sacks chasing her. She stops long enough to pull straight back from the stake, then leaps into the conduit covered lunge rope and runs from the chasing sacks some more.
And no one was going to stop her!
I stepped right into her path, she slid to a halt and stood there trembling so hard I couldn't get to the buckles for the harness. The clinician came up, I guess he figured if I was unharnessing the pony we were done, so he got his harness off while I just petted Spirit, she kept shoving her head in my chest, trying to hide. It was pathetic. I was in tears, so was my friend.
I use heavy Hamilton halters. The super doubled nylon ones, with heavy hardware, brass grommets in the holes, etc. Spirit shredded her halter in the fight. I had to cut it off of her later, since the brass was deformed and it couldn't be unbuckled.
I got Spirit hosed off, and just walked her all over for nearly an hour trying to get her breathing and pulse down. Got some e-lytes into her, rubbed her down with liniment, wrapped the leg with the old injury and just walked until I thought I could speak without committing murder. She was broken. Alternately dead headed with exhaustion, then jumping on top of me, scared of every leaf and shadow. It took hours for her to graze for more than a mouthful at a time.
And the clinician had the nerve to tell me I should hang plastic sacks in her pasture.
WTF?!? I want the pony to drive, not work at the land fill! She was reasonably okay with the white plastic caught on fences and such as long as it wasn't chasing her. Now she'll probably kill her rider the first time she see plastic on the trail. A problem she didn't have before being tortured by this "professional".
Okay, I'm participating any more... Still left to go are a pair of pony mares and a Belgium mare. The lunch break was called.
The owner of the Belgium came up to me and very quietly said "thank you for stopping that", but she still wanted to see how her mare did.
Everyone else, in comments that I was intended to overhear, said I was obviously ill-prepared for the clinic (who's flyer said no prep necessary) and needed to work with my ponies more at home first. That my pony should have been worked through the issue if I ever want to drive her.
Hello? I was the only participant who had actually ever driven a horse before and actually knew how to harness one. These same people had spent the previous day asking me endless questions about CDE, how I started my current competition pony in harness, if their horses can do CDE, etc. Even the clinician spent time asking about CDE. Which didn't up my opinion of him, since he didn't seem to know the types of vehicles I was talking about, much less the harness parts I was talking about... But because the "process" failed miserably with Spirit, it's because *I* don't train my horses well. I told them way ahead of time, and multiple times, that Spirit was afraid of white plastic. But the clinician made no deviation in his process to work with this. Like he only knows exactly one way of doing things, and woe be to the pony that doesn't fit the program.
I had mentioned to another participant that I had a mare in training with a top driving trainer. Which made the host lady ask why I was at her clinic. I told everyone I like expanding my bag o' tricks, maybe find a new way of doing something. Most of the others thought this was weird, that if I already knew how to train (even though I told them I've only started ONE pony in harness, so I'm hardly a trainer), I was wasting my money at the clinic. Anyway, some of the people had heard of my driving trainer, but thought he was just too expensive and he wants to the pony there for at least 30 days... While the clinician guy, who will take in training horses too, only costs 75 a week if you bring your own grain and hay, and you can pay for a week at a time....
Okay, so back to the ponies.
First up is a nice looking pinto. Until I saw her walk. Sore on both front feet. She has navicular disease according to the owner and is barefoot, no corrective shoeing or trimming. But since she can't be ridden anymore, driving is fine, right? And did the clinician decline to work with the obviously hurting pony? Heck no, he rammed her through the process. He used the owner's harness. And went though much faster because the pony harness had a closed bridle with it, so the pony couldn't see the damn sacks. But the owner's pony cart is sized for a shetland, and was to short in the shafts for the pony. So he puts this 12 hand pony in the same cart he used for Kitty and the QH gelding. With bailing twice to make the traces reach. And drive off before handing the lines to the 10 yo daughter of the owner, again with no helmet. Who drives the foot sore pony all over for a good while.
2nd pony is up. Another 12 hand pony, this one a POA, and also with health issues. Who uses the same pony harness (which fits better in some places and worse in others). She takes much longer, because the closed bridle didn't fit her, so he had to go through the entire process with the damn sacks. But ended with little girl also driving this pony in yard with open gate to highway with no helmet with the harness fitting all wonky, and instead of actually buying shafts of proper size, the clinician told them to just weld an extension on the cart to make it fit.
This guy knows NOTHING about safety, proper harnessing, proper putting to the cart... He's telling the owners of the ponies to make sure to have them more than 2 feet in front of the cart when put to... Okay everyone, how far behind a 12 hand pony is the real "kill zone" where the pony has max power to the kick. Hmm... maybe 2 feet? And in one of those little show carts with no dashboard, what body part on a child is right at optimum kick height? Why that would be the torso!
I tried to tell the owner why that might not be a great idea, but since my pony is too crazy to even be started in harness, I have no credibility...
I tried to tell the owner that having the breeching riding up under the tail is a bad idea, that the pony can't stop the cart and can't back up, and very well could bolt if the breeching ends up under the top of her tail, but again, what the hell do I know?
My friend swears that I made the clinician defensive, that that was why he treated Spirit the way he did. That on the first day, when I tried to hold an intelligent conversation with him about competition vehicles and what to expect in the competition since he thought he'd try CDE also, that with the other participants all wanting CDE info, that I was just bothering him. Esp. after I pointed out the broken holdbacks...
I'd like to think adults don't act that way, but I might be wrong.
On August 10, I went to a "Driving Clinic" hosted by Full-Circle Equestrian Center with John Beiler as the clinician. I am usually not into the "clinic" scene... Unless the clinician is very well known and I have personal recommendations from previous participants... And I should have stayed that way!
I took two ponies to this "driving clinic". A 3yo complete virgin large pony filly and a 5yo medium pony mare who is very accomplished under saddle. The clinic was billed as for non-driving animals. As in "teach your horse to drive". I have taught a pony to drive, adn we compete in CDE, but I've only been driving a couple of years, and only with the one pony. I'm no expert by any means!
We got to the clinic site at about 2 pm on a Friday. A 6 hour drive, including one stop for breakfast and two fuel stops. In 100+ heat. (The hotel desk clerk later told us it was 111 with heat index)
Kitty (3yo filly) was a bit of a worrier. She occasionally scrambled in the trailer and whinnied a lot while traveling. She's never been farther than 20 minutes in a trailer before. Spirit (5yo mare), who's been back and forth to Florida, traveled perfectly fine.
We found the "equestrian center" easily enough. All I could think was "wow, there are a damn lot of horses here." No barns in site. Just lots and lots of paddocks, some few with carports for shelter. I later learned there were 45 horses there. Some of them belonged to boarders, some were in for training, most in for sale on commision.
The "arena" was on the highest point of the property, a covered pen about 50x70. One end of it was turned into 10x10 stalls that I never saw cleaned the entire time I was there. A fugly stallion occupied one of those stalls, right where mares had to be worked in front of his very unhappy nose. The clinic was held mostly in the remaining 50x60 "arena". I guess this was okay, since only one horse was worked at a time.
This was not a clinic like I was expecting. It was very hands off, the clinician did all the work, only letting the owners get involved for the last few minutes of each drive.
I was already a bit wary, but I was determined to be open minded. I wrote a check for $300 dollars for this (plus a couple of hundred in gas and another couple on hotel and meals), after all.
When we had the girls put away, we drew up our folding chairs to watch. Two mini's had already been through the "program" and a big QH gelding was the current victim. The gelding was being "lunged" in the pen with harness on, a twisted wire snaffle bit wired to his halter, and dragging a mess of PVC pipes with plastic sacks tied to their ends... My friend and I looked at each other, and I know we both thought "uh-oh". Spirit, the medium pony, has a morbid fear of WHITE (and really only white) plastic or paper. She was "round penned" as a baby, apparently enough to hypersenitize her and not enough to get her "sacked out". And we've never been able to work through this (though to be honest I've never spent much time trying). Still, this clinician was supposed to be a professional...
The lunging thing was rather inventive. In the center of the pen, a huge stake had been driven into the ground. Attached to this was 20 feet of rope. The rope was running through PVC pipe, actually electrical conduit. When I asked what the hell that was, I was told that this was to keep the horses on the outside of the circle. The horses were attached to the fixed lunging contraption and just sent around endless until they "accepted" each step.
The "ideal" process was this:
Drape blanket over horse tied to railing. Flap it around a bit.
Tickle horse with short whip with plastic sack on end.
If horse doesn't explode, harness horse with ancient filthy NYLON harness, oft broken and oft repaired with bailing twine and such. No crupper and made for a much larger horse.
Attach a bit to the horse's halter with snaps, if they aren't broken, or wire if it works better.
Attach horse to lunge contraption and send it around by chasing with whip and plastic sack or with a pom-pom thingy, if the horse didn't get lively enough with the whip and sack.
Once horse "accepts" this treatment, attach a length of PVC to breastcollar on each side.
Send horse around more.
Once horse "accepts" this treatment, attach another length of PVC to breastcollar on each side. These new pieces have a plastic sack on the end.
Send horse around more.
Once horse "accepts" this treatment, attach a third length of PVC to breastcollar on each side. These new pieces have three plastic sacks on each,
Send horse around more.
Once horse "accepts" this treatment, attach an axle thingy to the last pair of PVC pipes, so horse is two dragging pieces on each side and a wheeled thingy. All liberally covered with plastic sacks.
Send horse around more.
Once horse "accepts" this treatment, attach a plywood "dashboard" to the axle thingy.
send horse around more.
Once horse "accepts" this treatment, stop. Take all pipe stuff off, turn horse around and start at the beginning, but going the other direction.
After horse is thoroughly tired and "accepting" (remember it is like 110 degrees, high humidity, occasional faint breeze), attach horse to beat up, poorly balanced cart. If traces won't reach, use bailing twine to make up the difference.
Attach reins to bit and ground drive in the pen, forcing horse to shove hard on shafts to make the tight turns.
If horse doesn't freak out, head outside, with open gate to Interstate 10, get in and walk around small yard area.
Let owner get in also and take lines, walking around small yard area.
Done. Horse is now a broke driving horse.
Okay, so QH gelding has gone through the process up until the point of being driven outside the arena. As they were driving out, I noticed that one of the hold backs was disconnected. I had to end up calling the holdback strap "the thing that connects the breeching to the cart" to get the clinician and his assistant to understand what the hell I was talking about.
So gelding is driving in yard, and owner gets in, and when asking for a turn, gelding bolts forward and clinician makes grab for reins to stop him. Seems the other holdback strap broke too, and when the horse turned, the breeching (and then cart shaft) rapped him on the hock. Did I mention this was horrible, nasty equipment? But the gelding recovered, and owner was ecstatic that her horse was now a driving horse.
So it's time to work the last mini. This is one of those mini's that is everything wrong with the breed. A horrible under bite, mishapened muzzle and head. The "process" was really shortened for him. I'm guessing because the mini harness the clinician used had a closed bridle so the poor little beast couldn't see the trash chasing him. So after like a hour of work, the mini is in the yard being driven by clinician. Who then steps out of the cart and the owner (an 8yo boy) gets in sans helmet and drives BY HIMSELF!!!! With an open gate leading to the highway! I offered the mother a helmet, when I saw this, but she looked at me like I was crazy. My friend asked me quietly "you are planning to wear a helmet, aren't you" I assured her I would have helmet and gloves before getting in behind Kitty or Spirit...
Oh, did I mention that the traces weren't long enough on this mini, so they used bailing twice to make up the difference? And that after the 1st boy finished his 5 minutes of driving, the older brother (11 or 12) drove, also without a helmet!
Finally it was done, and the mini put away.
The clinician had offered to take a 9th horse (an auditor asked if he could) and since he agreed, they wanted to start with one of mine, so that there would still be 4 to do the next day. I agreed, though I was tired, but I was trying to be easy to get along with. I pulled out Kitty, since she was the easiest to catch in the pen they were in. I still don't know if this was a good decision.
So the clinician goes through the whole process with Kitty. I made sure he knew, told him many many times, that Kitty was a complete virgin. Never been lunged, never been bitted, never been tacked. Knows feet, baths, blankets, leading, loading, tying. That's it.
So he got Kitty through his process up to the point of driving the cart in the pen. Kitty was getting frustrated with trying to understand the reins/bit, at the same time she's trying to figure out how to turn the cart in that tiny enclosed space. Right about the time I was getting up to stop the process before she exploded, the clinician stopped, saying he would finish with her in the morning, since she was getting upset. Kudos for him.
8 am finds us feeding the girls and ready to go for day 2. Kitty is first up to "finish" her day.
Clinician starts her exactly where he left off, no going back and reinforcing lessons, just continue immediately from previous point and puts her to the cart and ground driving in the little pen. She is still completely frustrated with bit/reins/turns, but she's putting up with everything.
After like 30 minutes, clinician drives her out of the pen into the yard and hops in. Kitty is trying, her big problem is the bit... Turns are so frustrating for her, she can't figure out why her mouth is being pulled like it is. I get in, drive for a few minutes (with helmet and gloves) and we're done. A very unsatisfying experience. Kitty needs lots more time on the ground, learning the use of the bit. The breeching sat way too low for her, so she couldn't back up (which I disliked seeing her asked to do anyway, since she doesn't know the bit well enough). I was just very very displeased with everything now.
And now it's Sprit's turn...
And I look up from focusing on Kitty to find the idiot clinician's idiot assistant lunging my pony with just a halter and lunge line (and ever present whip with plastic sack), and accoding to my friend, who saw the assistant go fetch Spirit, has been lunging IN THE SAME DIRECTION for 45 MINUTES in no shade 110 degree heat! I told everyone that Spirit was rehabing from a suspensory lesion she got in January. I told everyone what leg it was on, and here is this girl lunging Spirit with the bad leg on the inside of the circle at warp trot speed for nearly the whole time I have been working with Kitty!!!!
I passed Kitty off to my friend, went out to the assistant and told her that was enough, thank you very much. Spirit is very game, and unless she is in side reins and really being "worked" , she thinks lunging is a distance race, as in "I should go real fast and after x number of circles they let me stop". The assistant was lunging with the line to the bottom of the halter, on about 20 feet of rope using a 3 foot whip with a plastic sack as a "go" tool, which Spirit completely ignored, since it was so far away from her. Anyway, I stop the mindless lunging. Check the leg, and trot Spirit in hand for a second to check for lameness. And get her a much needed drink.
While I'm doing this, the clinician and the assistant are pounding a stake into the ground of this outdoor paddock (ie no shade), and moving their lazy man's lunging gear to this new place.
I decided Spirit was okay to continue, as long as EVERYONE knew again, that she had a suspensory lesion in January and zooming around on a small circle was a bad idea...
So no sacking out with blanket and sack for Spirit... I don't know why. But the clinician just "skipped" those steps. He draped her with the harness that had been too big for Kitty. I told him I had my own harness for her. He insisted on using his own crap. I told him I had an open bridle for her, or a closed bridle. He still insisted on fastening a bit to her halter with double ended snaps.
My internal warning sirens are going off, but I'm trying to be open minded here... So I sit back.
Spirit is hooked to lunging contraption. And sent off at a warp speed trot. She's happy enough to not stop, after all there is no cue in the bridle to stop, no one ever says "whoa".... So they finally get her stopped and attach the 1st pair of poles and send her off again, but only like 3 circles. Spirit was figuring out that she could really stop when ever she wanted to and no mean person (aka me) was going to discipline her for being a lazy sluggard on the lunge line.
So they had the 2nd set of poles with the damn white plastic sacks, get them attached, and the clinician steps back to get his whip thingy. The assistant is still at Spirit's head, but I don't know what started it, but Spirit busts away from them and is flying around the circle at top gallop, throwing herself to the ground trying to get away from the sacks chasing her. She stops long enough to pull straight back from the stake, then leaps into the conduit covered lunge rope and runs from the chasing sacks some more.
And no one was going to stop her!
I stepped right into her path, she slid to a halt and stood there trembling so hard I couldn't get to the buckles for the harness. The clinician came up, I guess he figured if I was unharnessing the pony we were done, so he got his harness off while I just petted Spirit, she kept shoving her head in my chest, trying to hide. It was pathetic. I was in tears, so was my friend.
I use heavy Hamilton halters. The super doubled nylon ones, with heavy hardware, brass grommets in the holes, etc. Spirit shredded her halter in the fight. I had to cut it off of her later, since the brass was deformed and it couldn't be unbuckled.
I got Spirit hosed off, and just walked her all over for nearly an hour trying to get her breathing and pulse down. Got some e-lytes into her, rubbed her down with liniment, wrapped the leg with the old injury and just walked until I thought I could speak without committing murder. She was broken. Alternately dead headed with exhaustion, then jumping on top of me, scared of every leaf and shadow. It took hours for her to graze for more than a mouthful at a time.
And the clinician had the nerve to tell me I should hang plastic sacks in her pasture.
WTF?!? I want the pony to drive, not work at the land fill! She was reasonably okay with the white plastic caught on fences and such as long as it wasn't chasing her. Now she'll probably kill her rider the first time she see plastic on the trail. A problem she didn't have before being tortured by this "professional".
Okay, I'm participating any more... Still left to go are a pair of pony mares and a Belgium mare. The lunch break was called.
The owner of the Belgium came up to me and very quietly said "thank you for stopping that", but she still wanted to see how her mare did.
Everyone else, in comments that I was intended to overhear, said I was obviously ill-prepared for the clinic (who's flyer said no prep necessary) and needed to work with my ponies more at home first. That my pony should have been worked through the issue if I ever want to drive her.
Hello? I was the only participant who had actually ever driven a horse before and actually knew how to harness one. These same people had spent the previous day asking me endless questions about CDE, how I started my current competition pony in harness, if their horses can do CDE, etc. Even the clinician spent time asking about CDE. Which didn't up my opinion of him, since he didn't seem to know the types of vehicles I was talking about, much less the harness parts I was talking about... But because the "process" failed miserably with Spirit, it's because *I* don't train my horses well. I told them way ahead of time, and multiple times, that Spirit was afraid of white plastic. But the clinician made no deviation in his process to work with this. Like he only knows exactly one way of doing things, and woe be to the pony that doesn't fit the program.
I had mentioned to another participant that I had a mare in training with a top driving trainer. Which made the host lady ask why I was at her clinic. I told everyone I like expanding my bag o' tricks, maybe find a new way of doing something. Most of the others thought this was weird, that if I already knew how to train (even though I told them I've only started ONE pony in harness, so I'm hardly a trainer), I was wasting my money at the clinic. Anyway, some of the people had heard of my driving trainer, but thought he was just too expensive and he wants to the pony there for at least 30 days... While the clinician guy, who will take in training horses too, only costs 75 a week if you bring your own grain and hay, and you can pay for a week at a time....
Okay, so back to the ponies.
First up is a nice looking pinto. Until I saw her walk. Sore on both front feet. She has navicular disease according to the owner and is barefoot, no corrective shoeing or trimming. But since she can't be ridden anymore, driving is fine, right? And did the clinician decline to work with the obviously hurting pony? Heck no, he rammed her through the process. He used the owner's harness. And went though much faster because the pony harness had a closed bridle with it, so the pony couldn't see the damn sacks. But the owner's pony cart is sized for a shetland, and was to short in the shafts for the pony. So he puts this 12 hand pony in the same cart he used for Kitty and the QH gelding. With bailing twice to make the traces reach. And drive off before handing the lines to the 10 yo daughter of the owner, again with no helmet. Who drives the foot sore pony all over for a good while.
2nd pony is up. Another 12 hand pony, this one a POA, and also with health issues. Who uses the same pony harness (which fits better in some places and worse in others). She takes much longer, because the closed bridle didn't fit her, so he had to go through the entire process with the damn sacks. But ended with little girl also driving this pony in yard with open gate to highway with no helmet with the harness fitting all wonky, and instead of actually buying shafts of proper size, the clinician told them to just weld an extension on the cart to make it fit.
This guy knows NOTHING about safety, proper harnessing, proper putting to the cart... He's telling the owners of the ponies to make sure to have them more than 2 feet in front of the cart when put to... Okay everyone, how far behind a 12 hand pony is the real "kill zone" where the pony has max power to the kick. Hmm... maybe 2 feet? And in one of those little show carts with no dashboard, what body part on a child is right at optimum kick height? Why that would be the torso!
I tried to tell the owner why that might not be a great idea, but since my pony is too crazy to even be started in harness, I have no credibility...
I tried to tell the owner that having the breeching riding up under the tail is a bad idea, that the pony can't stop the cart and can't back up, and very well could bolt if the breeching ends up under the top of her tail, but again, what the hell do I know?
My friend swears that I made the clinician defensive, that that was why he treated Spirit the way he did. That on the first day, when I tried to hold an intelligent conversation with him about competition vehicles and what to expect in the competition since he thought he'd try CDE also, that with the other participants all wanting CDE info, that I was just bothering him. Esp. after I pointed out the broken holdbacks...
I'd like to think adults don't act that way, but I might be wrong.