had several emails about Davenports in endurance competition. Obviously, Davenports
enjoy this sport.
From Jay Wilson of Las Vegas, Nevada: Just a note to tell you that the Davenports did well. This week-end Gwen Farmer and a young friend of her's and Chris Leombruno and I went to Gunnison, Utah and participated in the Hells Kitchen endurance ride. We all completed and the horses did great! At the vet checks Bah-Rani, our stallion, HF Sir Edwin our gelding, Persephone CF, and Dekadas LF all received an A grade from the vet. He said our horses were outstanding nose to tail. ...
Unfortunately, we have learned that Dekadas passed away this winter. Her dam, Persephone, was still competitive at age 19 and after a number of foals. What a mare! Our sympathies to the Farmers on the loss of Dekadas. Too soon, too soon.
From Linda Sherrill (who recently moved to New Mexico from Michigan): Artemisia and I finished the Paso del Norte 30 mile ride yesterday along the Mexican border. She is now officially a bandita! ha ha. She did an awsome job. Looks great this morning and actually ended up doing a 34 mile ride since someone (me) missed a turn and rode into Mexico... oops. You would have gotten such a kick out of her when she encountered her first longhorn steers on trail! Took her 20 minutres to go a mile because she was so scared of getting too close to them. Anyhow, we had a great ride. I am so happy with this horse! Thank you so much for the privilege of owning her.
From Mermaids in Lake Michigan...
to Banditas in New Mexico!
A later report:
In a nutshell, Artemisia CF gave me the ride of her life last Saturday at the Indian Springs Ride in New Mexico. It was the toughest ride I've probably ever done. I know it was the toughest one she's ever done. We went from a saddleback ridge down into a rock canyon complete with a creek, aspen trees and pine tree groves. Rode the rocks and the creekbed approx. a mile and a half in between the canyon rock walls and went down switchbacks (very steep) into the canyon. Getting up was equally as tough! Beautiful scenery—south of Socorro, New Mexico and north of Truth or Consequences on a private cattle ranch. We barely finished the ride in time (everyone was gawking at the scenery) and still tied for 5th place! I have NEVER been prouder of Artemisia. What a gal! She dealt with the rocks all day including hills and arroyos. Acted like she had always done rides out west! Michigan certainly does not have terrain like this, although we learned to deal with deep sand there! Every state has its own endurance ride challenges.
And still later:
Just thought you'd like to know, Artemisia did back-to-back 35 milers on Saturday and Sunday along the Mexican/New Mexican border for a total of 70 miles for the weekend. She won on Saturday and also got Best Condition, and came in second on Sunday. Not sure if she got Best Condition or not for Sunday yet. We had to leave before the awards banquet. I'll keep you updated, but she is doing awesome! I'm sure it's because I'm able to ride so much more down here. I can take 60 degree weather in January at an endurance ride! No problem! Or, as they say down here, No problemo! I am so proud of her! <PS: She was Best Condition on Sunday, too!>
from Jeanie Miller: Fin [Fin deSiecle CF, now owned by Bobbi Hinckley] is now at my barn and she and Rowdy [Rubato CF] are best pals. She is a mare, that is for sure, but she cowtows to [Jeanie's old mare] Maggie who has been the boss for 12 years so she isn't going to mess around with the old boss mare! ... She will be 6 this spring and I suspect she isn't going to be done growing until she is 8. She has to bulk out yet and I am sure she will get some more height, too.
Bobbi and I have great training rides on the two Davenports. Their spooks are in unison and we are always amazed that we are still in the saddle!! Fin has learned to go thru water, how to go up hills, and her trot is beginning to lengthen. Bobbi loves her canter. I have a new digital camera so once the sun goes out and it isn't so gloomy out, I will get some pics and email them to you so you can see....
From Debbie Mackie: The type of natural horsemanship taught by Pat Parelli has become popular here in central Illinois. People attend his clinics, read his books, study his video tapes, and apply what they have learned in actual hands-on horsemanship. Some of these afficionados are Davenport people: Debbie Mackie, Kirby Drennan, and Nancy Becker are among them. On May 9, 2004, a group of ten of them gathered at Kirby Drennan's with their horses to enjoy a potluck and then to have the fun of letting the horses become accustomed to a bunch of weird obstacles.
Leontyne and the Bridge (Thanks to Nancy Becker for the Photographs!)
They encountered: a tarp held down by buckets of water, an umbrella, some twirly things, a plastic bag full of soda cans, a big plastic tarp to "wear," a big yellow rain poncho, milk jugs and a shredded shower curtain both hung from some trees so the could be squeezed under, poles to squeeze over or lead through, a gate and a narrow area to back through, barrels to go over, a paddock to practice sideways along the fence or to ride in if people wanted a small paddock. Everybody loaded into strange horse trailers. There was a pond, and they practiced sending horses out into the water. The horses all did fine. People had a grand time. In addition to the fun, $120 was raised for Illinois Al Khamsa.
From Aida Schreiber: I just wanted to let you know that Mystic and I participated in a Mounted Shooter's practice, and he is now a very good Mounted Shooting horse. He turned some (all) heads and surprised just about everyone. We shot a 47 second round, all balloons hit, on our 3rd and last round. We would have been faster, but I put away my first gun after only balloon four, had my second in my hand when I realized my mistake, holstered it and tried unholstering my 1st one, which was stuck. I had to use 2 hands while galloping round the barrel to get it out and hit the 5th balloon. We got applause for that one. Arab has a new ring to it for the folks at the practice, and Davenport is a new word! We want to see this!!
We heard about an
extraordinary story with a horse which Stephanie Parlove had experienced,
so we wrote to ask her about it. This was her reply:
I broke my wrist last month and although the cast is off, I am still recovering. There is, of course, a wonderful horse story attached to the pain and frustration of the entire event and I thought it might be one you would enjoy.
The story can get confusing so it helps to know we run all the "big boy" (technical horse term) stallions together in one large area. Currently there are three of them rooming together—Hasan Shammari, Rasan, and Nahar.
We are fortunate to have some of Roger Armstrong's horses here for what I call an extended sleep over. One of Roger's kids is Rasan, a 12 year old Cinnabar/Boomer baby. [DDA Rasan, by Letarnad out of Cinnabar CF] Now Rasan loves to be groomed beyond what is reasonable and if you are anywhere within his sight with a grooming tool of any kind, he will good naturedly "encourage" you to comb him pretty much until your arm comes out of the socket and falls to the ground. So I had just grabbed a brush after cleaning stalls and had combed Rasan into oblivian and moved on to giving a quick comb to Hasan Shammari. Hasan is a timid boy and we are working on his confidence level. He was enjoying his grooming experience when Rasan realized there was still a gooming brush within three miles of him. Rasan calmly and without malice was walking toward us to see if there was the slightest chance he could wrangle an extra stroke or 50 out of me when Hasan saw him coming and became nervous despite a total lack of aggressive signals or behavior on Rasan's part. Anyhow, Hasan Shammari stepped on that little tiny area between my foot and the end of my shoe virtually pinning my foot to the ground as he tried to get past me before Rasan arrived. Then, while making his retreat, he bumped me with his side at the same time his foot came off my shoe and I fell backward like too many pounds of something scary and hit rump first followed closely by two wrists. Unfortunately I was on an incline and my right wrist took a tremendous impact and broke the radius by my thumb.
By this time Hasan Shammari was beginning to act a bit like Chicken Little doing "the sky is falling" number. Fortunately, as sure and steady as the passing of time itself, Rasan arrived at where I was sitting on the ground. He looked at me and moved slowly where he was centered in front of me and Hasan could not accidentally create havoc. I looked at sweet Rasan and I said to him "big boy come down here and help me up, these old bones can't do it today, and that baby boy lowered his big old beautiful head, looked right at me and offered me his neck and his mane. I tried to get up that way but couldn't—no grip—so I said to him "thank you", sweetie, just give me a minute and I'll get up. And I did, but it wasn't pretty and involved rolling and awkward balancing and images too frightening to share! Rasan waited and when I did get up we walked side-by-side over to the side of the corral and he stayed there while I gave him big kisses and praised his mighty spirit. I told him "You do your Mama and Daddy proud, Rasan, and I knew them both.... Everyone should be blessed with a "Rasan" experience just once in their lives, just once...