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    Meeting August 19th, 2013 Board Meets: 5:30 p.m. General Meeting: 6:15 p.m.

Message from our President: Heather Hollandsworth

Well the year is already over halfway over. This year’s ice cream social was … different. First of all we moved this event to June to fit in with our holding meetings in odd numbered months and having an activity of some kind in the even numbered months.

Thank you, Janet Erb, for volunteering to make homemade ice cream for this event. The most amazing thing happened at this social…the new comers outnumbered the “old timers”!!!! We had SEVEN new memberships begin in June. Welcome to you all.

We had a lot of HTR riders show up for the point show on June 30th. I even saw some of our new members there. What a great turn out. I wasn’t able to keep track of everyone there, but I will be getting a list from Candy or Keith so that you get you participation dollars. If you helped in other areas such as lane judge or announcers booth be sure to let one of us know. I would like to personally thank Aspen and Bill for helping my mom out with the concession stand which allowed me to ride. Thank you both very much.

We had a taco bar for our July meeting dinner. There were soft shell and hard shell tacos for dinner. The kitchen crew got dinner set out while the Fairground representatives were going over what to expect while working the gates. Dinner was wonderful. Since this has worked so well, Kate and I will be having another dinner at our September meeting.

July was our big month…the LAST CHANCE STAMPEDE AND FAIR!!! Thank you to each and every one of you who volunteered to work the gates. Many of you worked more than one shift which was an ENORMUS help. I have saved the schedules and will be sure to write out participation dollars to each one of you. This is the biggest income for the club right now, which means that we need all the help we can get. I got to know some of our club members a little better and hope that those of you who worked were able to do the same. I have already received some feedback about the east gate being a safety concern. If any of you have constructive criticism that you would like the Fairgrounds to know about for the future, please let me know so that I can pass it along to them.

I would like to give a shout out to Cheryl Bryant. She has agreed (and has already been hard at work) to get our website up and running once again!!!! This is something that has needed fixed for a year. If you have pictures that you would like to share (trail rides, O-Mok-Sees, get togethers, etc.) she requests that they come to her unedited. When you see her, please thank her. This is a big part of how the public finds our club and how we can get information out to current members.

This month we are going to be celebrating our 75th Anniversary with a party. Please be sure to come to the clubhouse August 17th between 4 and 8pm. Shirley has rounded up helpers and they are working to make this a great time. The Bell Cross Band will be performing; our very own Sonny Stiger will be playing. For those of you who haven’t heard this group, this is not an opportunity to miss. I recommend getting out your dancing boots. There will be refreshments as well as a silent auction. Come and reminisce over the good times and events that have seen this club through 75 years. Heather

This Month’s Program:

75th Anniversary Party- August 17th 4pm-8pm     -Silent auction     -Refreshments
-Live music & dancing     -Lots of good people for visiting with

Kids Corner: ”Candy”

It was six years ago this September that is first met Candy. My parents and I had been talking about starting riding lessons for a while and I was going to start lessons with an instructor that I had been attending summer camps with when my mom’s boss recommended that we look into a horse Instructor by the name of Candy Score. I did not want to do lessons with anyone else but to my disappointment my mom told me that we were going out to Genesis Farm to meet Candy.

I am so glad that my parents did this for me because I think if she hadn’t, I would have never gotten the chance to write this article and I would not be as good a rider without her help. When we arrived at the barn I remember seeing a girl loping around the arena bareback and I thought to myself no matter who I take lessons from, I will be able to ride like that someday. I also remember being shocked at the personality of Candy. She was tough and you didn’t need to get to know her to figure that out. Now this is not a bad thing in fact it is a very good one and I soon learned Candy is very sweet and you can never get enough of her. I never want to leave after a lesson or cowgirl weekend.

On the drive home that night my mom told me that we would try a few lessons with Candy and if I still wanted to go with to the other lady than we could switch. I thought I had finally gotten my way, but little did I know I had when we first heard about Candy, I just didn’t know it yet. I remember the first lesson did not go at all like I had thought it would. At the other riding place you would just show up and the horse would be all ready for you, then when you were done you just handed the horse to a helper and they took care of it for you. Now my first lesson with Candy I did not even get on the horse. She spent the whole lesson teaching my how to be safe around a horse, how to groom a horse, how to put a saddle, halter and bridle on and how to take them off.

The most memorable part of that first lesson was when she put a bridle on my head and showed me how it felt to a horse when you pulled on the reins to much. I knew right then and there that I wanted to take lessons with Candy.

Another thing I like is that Candy doesn’t care how long it takes you, but you will correctly catch groom and tack up your horse before you even think about riding the horse and that is one of the many qualities that make her such a good instructor.

Another thing that makes Candy such a good instructor is that she does not focus on one skill or event. She does everything. She teaches you roping, jumping, o-mok-see, barrel racing, how to use your legs, how to condition a horse, and even dressage. Not to mention her wonderful trail rides in the pastures. I think because she teaches such a wide variety of horse skill that anyone who sticks with her and riding can pursue anything they want in the world of riding because she has given them such a wide range of skills.

Candy works so hard and sacrifices so much of her own time for her horses and rider. She even puts on her own horse shows. I remember my second laughing stock horse show where Madison, Virginia, and I had to pull horses name out of a hat for each event. Her horse shows are not about winning or the fanciest horses and outfits, but having fun and using it as a great learning experience. I think Candy has some of the best and memorable horse shows ever.

Audrey Barber jumping Not only are her shows at the top of the list but also her cowgirl weekends. Her summer camps are some of the most amazing experiences I have ever had. Her cowgirl weekends include swimming, herding cattle, games, trips to museums, conditioning your horse, horse weddings, late nights and early mornings, and o-mok-sees.

This has got to be the best camp I have ever been to and I don’t think it can or ever will be topped.


Audrey Barber and Candy Score I have so many memories with Candy that it would take an eternity to write them all.

One of my absolute favorites was the time spent with a little Shetland pony Candy had purchased named Duke. Not to mention he was obese like 600-700 pounds obese. So we nicknamed him “Butterball”. We tried putting him on a diet and he did lose a fair amount of weight but Butterball will always be Butterball. Although overweight, Duke did not disappoint on the pony attitude. I am so glad that I am one of Candy’s students.

She has taught me so much more than anyone else could and I wouldn’t trade her for the world. And that is why she is the best horseperson in the world. Audrey Barber


**We are looking for kids to contribute pictures, stories or whatever for Pony Tales. Also the Youth Advisory Council is looking for young members to participate & learn some leadership skills.**

TAKING YOUR OLD HORSES FOR GRANTED


Bucking horse
I recently shared this picture on my Facebook page. I should have known then that I was tempting fate.

I took my 5 year old gelding, Vegas, and two of our mares (Dolly, 8 and Beebe, 26) to the Helena Trail Rider’s point show on June 30th. Vegas did pretty well for his first O-Mok-See. There was some balking at the chalk lines and a little bit of shying at the properties, but no big upsets.

For those who were there you know how hot it was and how hot our horses were getting. After the third event he told me that he had enough. Since he had done very well up to that point, I agreed and unsaddled him. After having several buckets of water poured over him, Vegas called it a day.

I had two other horses and I chose the 26 year old. Now this is a mare that I ride when I am having back problems; a mare that I put beginners on; a mare that my mother adores because she has such a gentle soul. She has done this several times and I figured it would be an easy ride. So much for my easy ride … she unloaded me just a few feet past the timers. I am still in shock!!! There went my 7 year streak of keeping the horse between me and the ground.

After the dust settled…literally…I realized something. I made a mistake…I took that little 26 year old mare for granted. I did not have my helmet on; nor did I have my gloves on. I came away with a stiff shoulder and a large bruise on the inside of my leg as payment. No horse (no matter how well broke, no matter how solid) should be taken for granted. Remember that it is not always the animal you expect to give you trouble that will be the one to put you in your place. Ride with a mind prepared for the unexpected and never take your horse (even your gentle souls) for granted. Heather

From the Directors

Programs Director- Shirley Herrin

The years have quickly passed by and once again we find ourselves at a time to observe another milestone in the history of Montana’s oldest incorporated saddle club. It seems that our 50th commemoration was but a scant few years back, but here we are – it’s time to celebrate the 75th Anniversary of the Helena Trail Riders.

We wish to invite anyone who has ever been a member of the Helena Trail Riders (HTR) to join us in the celebration. We have set the event for Saturday, August 17, 2013 beginning at four pm until eight pm at the Helena Trail Riders Club House at Lewis and Clark County Fairgrounds.

Put the date on your calendar and come and join us for a time of visiting with old friends, and meeting new ones. We are planning a great time with a live band, refreshments, a silent auction and movies of past trail rides and O-Mok-Sees. Come and see if you can find photos of yourselves in the HTR scrapbooks that date back to the beginning of the club.

Upcoming Events:

August 17- 75th Anniversary Party       August 18 - District O-Mok-See      August 31 - Blackfoot Meadows Ride

Fun Facts:

Did you know? A horse has 4 gaits:

Walk (2 beats) - The average walking speed of a horse is 4 - 5 miles per hour.
Trot/Jog (2 beats) - 8 - 12 miles per hour is the average speed at which a horse trots.
Lope/Canter (3 beats) - A horse can canter at an average of 12 - 16 miles per hour.
Gallop - Horses can gallop at 26 - 32 miles per hour. Besides this, some horses have a varied gait referred to as ambling.

Did you know?

If you hold your hand out to a horse and it approaches you, while then blowing warm air onto the palm of your hand, it means that he/she wants to be friends with you. If it rests its head on your shoulder, it means that he/she trusts you.

NEW From the Members:

Please send information, tips, stories, or jokes that you would be willing to share in the Pony Tales to Angie Johnson at: a_johnson@bresnan.net or call 439-6072.



Life's experiences
Here we go again, well into the long, hot summer. Brings to mind cool water and fishing expeditions. Usually we discuss horses, but this is a good time to talk about fishing. Everybody loves fishing, or so I would assume, judging from the number of anglers and outfitters on the Mighty Mo between Wolf Creek and Craig every summer.

My fishing tale took place a number of years ago, before the peak of the Rubber Pants Boys epidemic and the onslaught of fly-fishermen and outfitters floating the river, making it nearly impossible for a leisurely float in a canoe. It was more like running a slalom course. The challenge was to dodge the Rubber Pants Boys up to their chests in the current, don’t get too close to the drift boats, and by all means, avoid running over anybody’s line. That little maneuver tends to make them people real owlly, even if all you’re trying to do is keep your canoe upright in a white water riffle. A little riffle over the rocks is white water to me.

I used to own this perfectly wonderful, battered old pole with bent guides and a $5.00 Zebco reel, handed down from my Dad’s array of fishing gear. I never got into fly-fishing, either for the sport, or for the dinner table.

Having grown up on the Big Hole River, I cast bait or spinners. The only fly I’ve ever used was a salmonfly for a three-week period in June after the Big Hole hatch. Now, M R FLIES, C M WINGS? None of these itsy-bitsy teensy little fake flies made out of three hairs and a feather. We did catch-and-release sometimes too, but at least the fish we released had a meal for his trouble. The rest of the year, we used a helgramite (which is the crawly creature before it becomes a salmonfly that you screen off the rocks on the bottom of the river when the water is low) and a cork with a long, cane pole.

So…….the Zebco was a change for me, just flip it out there and see what happens, and I was perfectly content doing just that. Then Old Stiger decides to “upgrade” my equipment, and he made a big production out of giving me this fancy pole with one of those open-faced, button-and-lever infested reels that you whip a bale back and forth to operate, takes a graduate mechanic just to figure it out.

But Stiger faithfully followed through with demonstrations and instructions. I take a few practice casts on shore and think I’ve got the hang of it. We launch ourselves in our old Coleman canoe, which is sort of like a floating washtub that you can steer a little bit, maybe. But it is a very forgiving craft for the novice canoeist and generally remains upright, even when I stand up to take my jacket off. That particular move makes the old cowboy real nervous.

I’ve told you before, he tends to over-react sometimes. Anyway, my first cast from the canoe yielded a fierce amount of moss. The second cast produced major tangles in the line. He paddled us to shore and patiently untangled my line. This took so long, I forgot the operating instructions. The third cast, the bale flipper caught on my little finger, flipped the pole up in a beautiful arc out over the river, and it sank like a rock in thirty feet of water. New fishing pole and fancy reel all gone now to Fishing Pole Heaven.

Stiger was dumbfounded – but not speechless! He kept saying, over and over, like I’m deaf, “Why’d you throw your pole overboard? I can’t believe you did that!” How do I know?? Like I did it on purpose or something! The inner workings of the male mind never cease to amaze me.

So then, since I can’t fish anymore, he proceeds to deposit me on the shore, with the following orders: “You go get the truck. Do you think you can do that? Meet me down river at the bridge.”

Bev in a canoe Okay, fine. I hiked the mile or so back to the truck, and I just arrived there, when Justice prevailed, the heavens opened, and we had a cloudburst, a real frog-strangling rain. Well, I wasn’t in any big hurry to motor on down to the bridge to retrieve What’s-His-Name, you know. I ate a sandwich, watched the ducks having a grand old time splashing in the shallow water on the river. He had to have plenty of time to fish, right?

As I came around the corner close to the bridge, there‘s Little Hiawatha, merrily, merrily, merrily row, row, rowing and looking like a drowned rat. He’s paddling with one hand and bailing water out of the canoe with his hat. Hmmmmmm, says I, what goes around, comes around………. When he finally dragged himself and his canoe up on shore, I decided this was not the time – timing is everything – to remind him that he’d been saying we needed moisture……………

Incidentally, we haven’t been fishing together from the canoe since. I’m still looking for another old pole with a Zebco reel. Bev Stiger

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