Walter Davis–Professional Farrier

And the hoofs of the horses as they run shakes the crumbling field.
-Virgil, The Aeneid

Walter Davis came as a recommendation to us when we were looking for a dependable farrier for our two adopted/orphan foals over six years ago. We have also recommended him every time. He is that good. He is that dependable. We asked him if we could post an article about him on our blog. He agreed. He is a man of few words. When we told him on a recent trail ride his horse talks more than he, his quick witted response was, “That’s because she’s a mare!”
Well, he may be right, but he will talk horses and horseshoeing.

Walter is a Virginian. Born in Winchester, Virginia, he was seven years old when he got his first pony as a Christmas gift. Riding horses has been a part of his life ever since. While attending school at Ferrum College, he rode English on the Intercollegiate Riding Team on the flat and over fences. Extra time was spent working in the stables. He earned his B.S. in Biology from Ferrum, but turned his attention to farrier’s school as his life’s occupation. After twelve weeks of study and graduation from Eastern Farrier School in Martinsville, VA, he returned to Winchester. There he began his professional career running his horseshoeing business for nearly thirteen years.

Walter standing beside HH

He has run his horseshoeing business for nearly 13 years.


He works Monday through Friday and spends the weekends with his wife and children riding their horses. His clients range from mules to minis to drafts and pleasure riding horses like ours. He does not work with, “heavy shod gaited horses or racing thoroughbreds.” He says,”I feel that the horses best interests are often put aside in favor of performance for those two groups.”
Walter and Susanne

Walter spends weekends with his wife, Susanne, and children riding their horses.


“Working with the horses, being outside, not having a boss,” are the best parts of being a farrier he says. When we asked if it is easy to shoe a horse he replied,” The concept of trimming the foot and applying the shoe is relatively simple. The practice of doing so is not so easy. Dealing with 1,000 lbs that may or may not want to stand still is difficult. Adjusting to the size range of horses from Drafts to minis works every muscle in your body.”
walter shoeing HH

"...adjusting to the size range of horses from Drafts to minis, works every muscle in your body."


We asked about being hurt. His matter-of-fact reply,” Stitches from nails going through my hand after they were nailed in the hoof, cracked ribs from a horse that pulled back and broke the hitching post which sent the rail flying into my side, but that’s really it in thirteen years of shoeing.”

Walter says the best hoof care we can give our horses is to keep them on a regular trimming or shoeing schedule.

Although he has changed his own shoes, no more English boots on thoroughbreds but Western boots on his breeding stock paint, he rides and still spends as much time as he can in his barn.

Walter's plates on his truck

Walter likes his work

Have any question you would like to ask him? Direct them here, we will get them to him!

Improve your Riding Skills in only One Session?

header picSounded like a gimmick. At least I thought until I tried it out. The “gimmick?” Polocrosse. Simply put, a game of lacrosse on horseback.

This was no gimmick.

playing polocrosse

This was no gimmick.


Before starting the game my brother-in-law, Kent, and my twin sister, Chipley, instructed me while on the ground in how to use the racket to pick up, catch and throw the ball. Kent told me this game is a great, fun way to improve riding skills. “Because you take your mind off riding and have fun with the game,” Kent assured me.

“What? I am not even able to manage this ball here on the ground!” I protested all the while noticing their five grown children did not even need to practice!

a group pic before game

A group picture before the game!


Kent is my riding instructor/trainer. He is an excellent horseman and has sharpened my riding skills enormously over the years. He is quiet and tough. I realized there was no option, I was playing and improving my riding skills. Kent said so.

His one daughter, Esther, himself and I made up one team. Chipley was the referee and photographer. Their other four grown, talented children comprised our opposing team. “At least I will not get killed since Kent and Esther are my teammates,” I thought while breathing a sigh of relief. Kent loves the game and Esther played on the Colorado State University Polo Team while in college. To be one of their opponents is not for the faint of heart! Most especially since I am a greenhorn.

We lined up. One behind the other facing Chipley as she tossed the ball onto the playing field. Suddenly an explosion of laughter, yells for, “Here, Here, get it, get it!”, hitting rackets and horses running filled the wild western air as a flood. Running with their ears laid back, like chasing down a calf, these horses enjoy going after that ball as much as the riders! Kent was right! I did take my mind off riding. I was riding my “polo” pony, Flicka, like a downright crazy woman, and the two of us were going for the goal! Chipley actually got a picture of me smacking Flicka to go faster!!

lined up, ready for toss

We lined up....Chipley tossed in the ball...


There was a country song recently out on the radio. The artist and title are lost in memory, but one line I do remember. The singer declares,”I ain’t never had too much fun.” Obviously he has never played polocrosse on a pretty pony nor felt the joy of a game, family fun, fresh air and all the while improving the skill of the passion of one’s life—-riding horses.
improving riding skills

...riding like a downright crazy woman!

go blissy!

There is a rider on that horse! She's going after the ball!


Oh! One more thing. My team won, 3-2, and I was one to score of those points!
the winning team

The winning team!


I want to go back out west. I want to play polocrosse again.
beautiful Es!

Esther played on the Colorado State Polo Team.

Ride for AbbaCare

For those who choose life

designed by Helen

We designed the t-shirt for our riders.


I love life.

This is why I support those who choose life.  It would have been difficult learning how to ride had life not been chosen for me. Choosing life is astonishingly out of fashion. Perhaps it always has been.  There is nothing new under the sun.

I also love horses and horseback riding. This summer, with the encouragement and support of my farrier, we put the two together. Ride for AbbaCare.  What a great pair, horses and life.

at trail head

Riders met at Andy Guest State Park


Riders met at the trail head at Andy Guest State Park on a fabulously beautiful summer morning in July. A “day made to order,” as my old neighbor used to say. Six people willing to ride and raise money for those who choose life and need support. Each rider received a t-shirt designed by us. The shirts were printed and donated to us by our “t-shirt lady.” There were new and experienced riders, in both English and Western riding habit. I enjoyed meeting the horses and much as the riders. It was a special day. Somehow doing things for folks we do not know nor may ever meet, and into the next generation we may never see, make it all the more special. We raised over $500 for AbbaCare.
Riders for AbbaCare

Somehow doing things for folks we do not know....make it all the more special.


It is wonderful being a part of something bigger than ourselves.I am thankful to these willing riders and their beautiful mounts. As I said—

I love life. I believe they must also.

Beautiful trail ride

A day made to order.

 


7 Stages of Aging on Horseback

This fun article came to me from my niece, Esther. Thank you, Esther!

Thanks to Jane Savoie

7 Stages of Aging on Horseback

Stage 1: Fall off pony. Bounce. Laugh. Climb back on. Repeat.

Stage 2: Fall off horse. Run after horse, cussing. Climb back on by shimmying up horse’s neck. Ride until sundown.

Stage 3: Fall off horse. Use sleeve of shirt to stanch bleeding. Have friend help you get back on horse. Take two Advil and apply ice packs when you get home. Ride next day.

State 4: Fall off horse. Refuse advice to call ambulance; drive self to urgent care clinic. Entertain nursing staff with tales of previous daredevil stunts on horseback. Back to riding before cast comes off.

Stage 5: Fall off horse. Temporarily forget name of horse and name of husband. Flirt shamelessly with paramedics when they arrive. Spend week in hospital while titanium pins are screwed in place. Start riding again before doctor gives official okay.

Stage 6: Fall off horse. Fail to see any humor when hunky paramedic says, “You again?” Gain firsthand knowledge of advances in medical technology thanks to stint in ICU. Convince self that permanent limp isn’t that noticeable. Promise husband you’ll give up riding. One week later purchase older, slower, shorter horse.

Stage 7: Slip off horse. Relieved when artificial joints and implanted medical devices seem unaffected. Tell husband that scrapes and bruises are due to gardening accident. Pretend you don’t see husband roll his eyes and mutter as he walks away. Give apple to horse.

This was what a very wise sales lady told me years ago after I described what I wanted done to a piece of my jewelery.

I never saw that sales lady again.

She was wiser than I at that moment in life when I was so full of motherhood and babies. Well, I am full again, only this time with aging parents and grand-babies. Her advice would have been timely once again last month when I foolishly stopped riding lessons.

It was a rash, “pregnant” decision. Even the horses have been lonely. They enjoy our students every bit as much as I. It can be overwhelming, this responsibility of aging parents and grand-babies in different towns. I can say with surety, being at home with 5 young children was easier. Though at the time I did not know it. Everyone under the same roof makes a huge difference. Now, there are many places to go to care for my family. So in my “pregnant moment”, I made a poor decision. It took only one week to realize it.

I have contacted the students and apologized, and have asked if they would consider continuing with working around the times available to us. Some have!! I hope the others do as well.

A talented musician told me once when we were discussing life careers of a good way to know of the choice. He said if you cannot imagine a life without it, it probably is your passion and is worth pursuing. He was right also!

Come on! It’s time to go riding!

Go home, come back when you are not pregnant!

The Horses are Gone!

Every morning of every day when I get up, I look out the window to gaze at the horses. It is a fine way to start a day for me. Sometimes they are over a hill and cannot been seen, which was the case one morning this week. At least that is what I thought…

An eerie feeling of “empty” met me as I made my way to the barn. So eerie, in fact, I whistled several times for the horses. This usually brings a friendly whinny from High Hope along with a quick appearance. Not this morning. After several more whistles, each more urgent than the previous, the knot in my stomach grew tighter.

Our horses were not in the field anywhere. They were gone.

I knew this was my fault. I had not followed through on the “something told me” voice that said, “check the fence line” to the new paddock they had just been turned out in that day. I found a hole alright. Only it was, as my mother says,”A day late and a dollar short.”

Where does one begin to look for two horses on mountains and acres of forest? Horses are curious critters and have a knack of getting themselves into trouble. I knew two things: only God knew where they were, and horses eat grass.

So as I grabbed halters, leads, a bridle (to ride one and pony the other) and a bucket of feed, I prayed for help. Down by the beautiful Cowpasture River is a lovely hay field full of spring grass. This is where I would begin my search.

As I made the turn in the road , two heads looked up at me. They were busy eating grass! Approaching them quietly and with a calm, steady voice, I haltered them and lead them calmly back to their pasture.

This frightful episode ended well for us. I am thankful for that is not always the case. A horse belonging to a friend of mine was recently struck by a car and killed when he got out of his pasture. So, once again, I count my blessings.

What I learned and tips to remember:
* Be sure your neighbors have your telephone number. They will call if they see your horses are out.

*Always have halters, leads, and bridles where they can be gotten in a hurry (I do not leave halters on our horses at night, some owners do).

*Take some feed in a bucket when going to look for them. They come to the sound of feed and it will help calm them.

*Check fencing regularly!

horses at TAF in the field

Every morning of every day when I get up I look out the window to gaze at the horses.

To Everything there is a Season

When I was a teenager this was a popular song. Many moons have passed since those days, but it is true still. At my age, there have been many seasons, some good, some not so good.

I am generally the type that looks forward, not so much behind. I suppose that is why the rear-view mirror in a car is so small and the driving one so large. Yet, a season had ended for me this month that has made me quite sorrowful. I stopped teaching riding lessons.

The season I am in now, caring for my mother (with help from my sisters), has to take precedence over horseback riding lessons. It is a matter of safety and value. We have had so few lessons I cannot, in good conscience, ask to be paid to teach the same thing over and over. Horseback riding is a beautiful skill that requires dedication for safety and ability. Normal missed lessons are fine, but I am gone 1/3 of every month caring for my mother. This make my teaching ineffective. It was a hard decision. I love my riding students and teaching them. They are bright, fast learners. And above that, they love the horses.

So, for now, I have to let go. With no idea of how long or if I will every have the privilege to teach again.

Our horses and I will miss our students more than they will ever know.

Farewell for now….

riding recital pic of students

I love my riding students and teaching them.

A Piece of Humble Pie

That is what Marilla told Anne she would have to do in the film ‘Anne of Green Gables.’ when Anne accidentally got her friend, Diana, drunk off Marilla’s wine. Anne thought it a fruit drink. It was a funny scene, but none-the-less Anne needed to apologize to Diane’s mother.

Eating humble pie is not easy. I had to eat some this month when my niece came for a visit. She rode our big gelding, Webster, better than me—much better. It is hard and humbling to watch someone ride your horse better than you. We horseman tend to be a bit prideful, and rather full of ourselves. So when we are outdone on our OWN animal it is painful to our pride. However, this is not such a bad thing; pride comes before a fall. And fall I have done many times off this horse. So much so that my confidence level was lower than a snakes belly.

I knew I was going to learn something from this young, excellent horsewoman. I was not disappointed. It was a pleasure watching her interact with this spoiled horse. Yes, he is spoiled. He has always been more defiant than our buckskin mare, High Hope. He has tried himself and my authority much more. I have always been a bit nervous around him, and skeptical.

Es tacking up Webster

Esther established herself immediately with Webster.


Esther, however, established herself immediately with him. She knew exactly what her goal was and what she expected of him. “You two are a team, Aunt Mitzy,” she told me, “but YOU are the team captain!”

This is her basic premise with horses, being a team, and she communicated it beautifully to Webster. She is generous in her praise and quiet with her reprimands. Sometimes it was difficult to tell between the two because she always smiles!

cantering

She knew exactly what her goal was with Webster.


She is focused and knows exactly what she wants from the horse. She works patiently until she can tell the horse understands. This is called consistency. She works them until she sees the horse working towards the result she wants. This is called persistence. It did not take long for Webster to understand what was expected of him. That is how good Esther is. It was beautiful to watch.
getting a whoopin'

Webster is in trouble, and Esther is still smiling!

in the field

An excellent horsewoman, Esther.


Both her parents are excellent horseman, and have ridden all their lives. They have taught all their children well the art of horsemanship. To their credit, Esther sure has the best of both of them. She has worked, studied and ridden many long hours. It shows.

She had taught me much. She is a positive, consistent, quiet handler. She had a clear understanding of what behavior is acceptable and what is not. She is easy to learn from because of her positive, cheerful outlook. The horses like her as much as I do! In fact, I do not know who learned more, me or Webster. I do know this, things are better between me and my horse. Thank you, Esther!