Vaqueros and Buckaroos




Don't fence me in



Excerpted from: Vaqueros and Buckaroos by Arnold Rojas Copyright 1979

“Vaqueros and Buckaroos” was written by a man who had studied the vaquero and his methods through a lifetime of 80 years, and studied horsemanship In Morocco, Spain and Portugal. He took an active part in every phase of the horseman’s profession.
Arnold Rojas’ ancestors rode into California as cavalrymen with Juan Bautiste De Anza in 1776. There is a dedication to detail which reflects the tradition of old California, related by a man who learned the skills of vaquero, riding on the greatest cattle ranches in the world; Kern County Land Company, Miller and Lux, Tejon Ranch and many others.

Vaqueros and Buckaroos



Roland Hill on Joaquin

Part 1, page 71: Morgan Horses:

It was back in the days of my youth, when I rode for Roland and Russell Hill who ran the Tehachapi Cattle Company and bred fine Morgan horses, that I learned the sterling worth of that breed of horse.
Since then I have read many accounts of the origin of the Morgan and all have disagreed. In after years, when I traveled in Europe and studied the Andalusian in Spain, the Lusitan in Portugal, and attended the bullfights-on-horseback, I was struck by the similarity of the Andalusian and Lusitan to the American Morgan. All three, the Andalusian, the Lusitan and the Morgan have the same high crest, the same proud carriage, and all three have the same courage to face cannon in war as the Lusitan and Andalusian did in the Crimean and the Napoleonic wars, and the Morgan did in the Civil war.
The Iberian horse, besides being a warhorse, has faced bulls in the arena for centuries. At times while a spectator at the bullfight-on-horseback, I would suddenly be brought back to the old days in the Great Valley of California when the rejoneador (bullfighter-on-horseback) rode out into the arena on a horse that to all appearances was a Morgan.
It is my considered opinion – and my reader can take it for what it is worth – that back in that glorious in United States history – starting with John Paul Jones – which produced that peerless sea dog, the Yankee Skipper, who made America great, and the clipper ship famous in the annals of sailor men, one of those captains sailing into one of the Spanish Ports, found an Andalusian to his liking, and brought him to Vermont to be the father of the Morgan breed.
Clyde Hartman, who had a ranch at Glennville, also bred Morgans. His ranch had been the property of the pioneer Hughes family who came to Kern County in 1869. He bought the ranch from H. Guy Hughes, and it is now owned by another member of the Hughes family, Henry Bowen.



Stallion Domino Vermont

Hartman’s stallions were “Will Rogers” and “Captain Jack”. For some years I rode colts for Mr. Hartman, and found his Morgans just as good as those of Roland Hill. I had learned about handling horses of that breed from the best vaquero I ever knew, old Teodoro Valenzuela. “You must handle them gently”, he would insist, I know, I broke Morgans on the Cuyama Ranch.”
One day, when I was in the stable business in Bakersfield, we were returning from town in a car, when we overtook a young man riding a fine, seal brown colt. We slowed the car down to take in the colts good points, then drove home. We had not been home long, when the young man on the seal brown colt rode into the yard. He was followed by two men in a car. I was pleased to see that one of them was Chris Twisselman, a cattle man from the west side of the valley. I had known him when I rode for Miller and Lux. His men, Dick Kelly and Charlie Stewart, rode with us on the roundups on the Carriso Plains. I hurried forward to greet him, and he introduced me to his companion. Mr. Anderson, a sandy-complexioned man whose little blue eyes were set in a stern, granite face which reminded me of portraits of Herbert Hoover. But his looks belied his nature, for he was a gentle, kindly man. The first thing he did, was to buy a pair of boots and a bicycle for a little boy who lived with me – But to get back to the Morgans - - -


Antman

“This colt,” Mr. Twisselman said, “has been ridden only a few times but is very gentle. He is a pure-bred Hartman Morgan. I intended to use him for a stud but he was a little too angular to suit me, so I altered him and gave him to Mr. Anderson. He is in the land department of Superior oil Company and he lets me graze my cattle on Oil Company land. I heard that you are a good hand with horses. I want you to ride him and put a good rein on him.” I rode the horse for six years. Mr. Anderson, who was a Texan, in all that time rode the horse two times, and one day gave him back to Mr. Twisselman who rode him after cattle for many years.
Because Mr. Anderson had been very kind to the little boy who lived with me, I took special pains with the colt. I rode him in a jaquima, then in double reins, after Mr. Twisselman had a bit made for him. He took the bit very well. His registered name was “Lynn”. But we called him “Percy”.
Through the years whenever I needed a horse for any of the tasks for which a saddle horse is needed, I rode Percy. I rode him in parades in Indian costume; I rode him on trail rides in the mountains; I rode him to work whenever the cattlemen needed help; I rode him to wrangle dudes, and I roped on him in rodeos. But the Morgan was at his best as a snubbing horse, when I rode colts.
I rode my colts alone and had to mount them without help. I developed a way of mounting them. I would take a rope, and run it through the ring on the snaffle, put it over the colts head behind his ears, pass it through the ring in the opposite side , then I would join the rope ends and snub the colt up close to Percy and wrap the rope around the horn.
Percy, who in a parade would arch his neck, prick his ears forward, flag his tail, and strut down Nineteenth Street as if he were walking on eggs, oddly enough, when holding a snubbed colt in the corral, became as steady as a rock. He was a stern disciplinarian and would brook no monkey business from the colt. At the colts least movement, Percy would lay his ears back and bare his teeth in warning, and since horses talk to each other and colts are afraid of older horses, the colt would stand still until I was on his back with both feet in the stirrups. Then I would unwind the rope off the horn. Percy would never move from the spot until I had moved off on the colt. After I had ridden that colt I would go through the same procedure with another one. Sometimes I rode five or six colts in a day.
I found out how tough a Morgan could be, one day, when a neighbor came to me and said the wild mare he had in a pasture had gotten out and taken the other horses with her. This mare had been bought out of a band which had been captured in Nevada. I promised to go after her, and saddled Percy, mounted him, and rode up on the mesa where the runaways had gone.


Domino Vermont - "catty"

When I reached the top, the mare spotted me, whirled around and blew through her nose as all wild horses do. She whirled about again and set off for the mountains with the other horses following her. I put Percy into a run and settled down to a long hard ride. They were about a mile ahead of me and we began to gain steadily. I was depending on their tiring sooner than Percy, and not on his speed. Percy settled into a steady run with his nose stretched forward and the nearer he got to them, the faster he ran. We overtook them on the Olcese Ranch near the mouth of the Kern River Canyon. The wild mare was exhausted, she dropped her tail and turned meekly back when I headed her. I had to threaten them with a rope to get them back to the pasture. Percy was not even breathing hard, after a run of fifteen miles. Of course, he had been fed good oats, hay, and grain, while they had been on grass pasture.


Jean Hill on Sparbeau




Don't fence me in



Here are a few excerpts from one of A.R Rojas’ many chapters on Bits and Bitting:
Many of Rojas' published writings (especially in the early years, when he published columns in the local newspapers) are character studies or entertaining stories. In later years, as he traveled the world studying horsemanship and grew in experience and wisdom, Arnold Rojas came to be regarded as a foremost expert on the science and mathematics of bits and bitting. His folksy writings (anecdotes and stories) may be what appealed to a wider audience, but his in-depth research and analysis of the history and science of bitting is what makes knowledgeable horse people speak his name with reverence.

Horses have been driven into lines of spears, lances, pikes, bayonets, belching cannon, and rifle fire. They have been slaughtered on the world's battlefields since time immemorial. Through the centuries horses have been jerked out of the way of blows aimed at their riders, and have suffered untold abuse to their mouths so that their riders might stay alive. More lives, of both men and horses, have been lost on battlefields as the result of bad management of horses than by all the sword strokes, lance thrusts or flights of arrows.

Bitting is one of man's oldest problems, and the eternal search for a bit that will give complete control of the horse has been going on through the centuries, and oddly enough more horses have been spoiled by bad bitting than by any other cause.

We know that the lever is one of the oldest mechanical principles discovered by man, but we do not know at what period in history ancient horsemen got the idea of using leverage to stop a horse... The curb-bit probably made its way from Egypt to Phoenicia and from there to the Phoenician colonies in North Africa, and we know that its old because horses on Assyrian and Greek sculpture are depicted with mouths pried open with curb-bits.

The trigger-reined horse which was brought to America by the Spaniards was trained for use in war and not for use as a cowhorse. The reined cowhorse evolved from the cavalryman's horse in later years.

Those old-time horsemen were unique among herdsmen in developing the bit as a signaling device, and not as a lever. For a hundred years travelers to the West Coast wrote in praise of California horses and of a horsemanship, faint traces of which exist to this day.

A bit, the measurements of which may suit one horse perfectly, may not suit another. For that reason... the manufacturing of bits is a great industry.

A bit with shanks in the form of an S may take a pull of four-pounds to put thirty-two pounds of pressure against the chinstrap, ile a bit with less leverage, one with straight shanks such as a Las Cruces or a Santa Barbara, will require a pull of twenty-four pounds to put thirty-two pounds of pressure against the chinstrap. The severity of the bit is in the length of the shank. But a horse's mouth will suffer just as much from a bit that has insufficient leverage and has to be pulled or jerked hard as he will from a bit that has the proper leverage and that requires a slight pull.

If a five-pound-bit is put in a ten-pound mouth, the horse will disregard it to the extent of bearing on it. On the other hand, if a ten-pound-bit is put in a five-pound mouth, the horse will suffer from too much bit. It is when a horse is bitted properly and the rider and horse have developed an affinity to each other that the bit becomes a signaling device and ceases being a lever.

In order that a horse should become well-reined he must be prepared for the bit... and if a horse does not work on a bit it is because he has not been prepared for it. Horses have soft or hard, tough or tender mouths. Men have soft or hard, tough or tender hands, and the result is the good or bad behavior of the horse.

More horses have been spoiled and more tongues have been cut with a snaffle-bit than by any other device used to train horses.

The action of any curb-bit, whether of high or low port, is never on the roof of the horse's mouth. The action is on the tongue and bars. However high the port of a bit may be, the action of the chinstrap or chain allows the port to go only so far in the horse's mouth. Since there's about two inches of space between the bottom and the roof of the animal's mouth, the port cannot hit the roof unless the chinstrap should happen to break - a remote possibility - or is left off the bit altogether, which should never be done.

The mouthpiece which has a straight bar instead of "tongue space" is the least severe, because the horse uses its tongue to cushion or absorb the shock: he balls his tongue against the bit when it is pulled against the bars.

All mouthpieces, whatever their shape, have but one function, and that is to bear on the tongue and bars of the mouth to inflict pain. The only time the bit does not inflict pain in its function as a lever is when the horse has a mouth so sensitive that the bit can be used as a signaling device and is pulled only hard enough to give a signal. This was the original purpose of the spade bit.

But when the mouth becomes so numbed by hard and constant pulling, the shape of the mouthpiece will mean very little when the bit is pulled, because the degree of severity depends on the pull and on the length of the shanks.

By the same token, the act of putting a certain form of mouthpiece in a horse's mouth does not presuppose that the animal will become well- reined, quit throwing his head, or turn and stop perfectly. d

There are 3 mouthpieces that can inflict very severe pain: they are English-bits... One is the universal snaffle-bit, another is the S- shaped US Army cavalry-bit, the third is the bit used by the Buckingham Palace guards. It has a high port shaped like an inverted V which bears down on the bars of the horse's mouth in a squeezing action.

The knowledge of bitting is of utmost importance, yet it is the least understood. The bit is a precision tool which should be the most understood of the rider's equipment.

The art of handling a horse effectively is complicated and difficult. Even the best horsemen have to make great effort to master it. Nowhere is work and patience more effective than in training horses. If patience is the key to heaven, it is also the key to a well-trained horse.

From one of the chapters on Bits & Bitting, in THESE WERE THE VAQUEROS:

The horse's jaw consists of two triangular jawbones covered with a layer of flesh between which the tongue lies. Horses vary in sensitivity and shape of the bars of their mouth. Some have little feeling, others are very sensitive; it follows that all horses will react differently to the pressure of a bit. A horse with a thick tongue will, of course, be less sensitive and will suffer less from a pull on the bit than a horse with a thin tongue. A bit that is too narrow will pinch the lips. A bit that is too wide will slide from one side of the mouth to the other and cause the horse to turn his head sideways when the reins are pulled.

Since the curb-bit, whatever its form, is a lever, it depends on the arrangement and the adjustment of the curb strap or chain for the action to be either good or bad. The shanks are the lever, the curb strap or chain is the fulcrum or prop lifting against the tongue and bars. Theoretically, this should pull the horse's chin in the direction of the rider's hand. However, if the leverage is wrong, if the lever (cheeks and shanks) do not correspond to the dimensions of the bars of the horse's mouth, the set of the horse's head, and the length of the horse's neck, the action will be opposite to that which is desired. The horse's head will go up instead of in the direction of the rider's hand. If the cheeks of the bit are too high, and the shanks are too short, the pull will be on the headstall and poll and not on the horse's mouth. The direction is which the bit acts depends on the leverage applied by the mouthpiece, the curb strap or chain, and the shanks and cheeks. If the curb strap is too loose, it will pinch the lips. If the chin or curb strap or chain is too tight, there is no leverage.

The bit is most effective when it is placed low rather than high in the horse's mouth because the action of the headstall must also be considered in the functioning of the bit. The headstall pulls the bit up and against the pull of the curb strap or chain. The mouthpiece should be placed between the grinders and croppers (molars and the incisors) and in line with the chin groove. Since horse's mouths are not all alike, each horse requires a bit adapted to his peculiar dimensions, and his reactions are decided by the amount of pressure inflicted by the bit. A bit gives a slight signal or intense pain. If the effect of the bit is in proportion to the sensitiveness of the mouth there will be no severe pain, only a signal which the horse should take.




Hunewill Ranch: Bridgeport, CA



The 4,500-acre Hunewill Ranch was founded in 1861 by Napoleon Bonaparte Hunewill and his wife, Esther. Napoleon Bonaparte Hunewill’s ancestors were French Huguenots from Alsace-Lorraine. Bonaparte’s father was in the War of 1812, and his grandfather served under George Washington in the Revolutionary War. Known as N.B., Bonaparte grew up on a farm in Maine, where he learned blacksmithing, and how to build stone walls and fences.

In 1852, N.B. ventured west to seek his fortune by mining for gold. It took him six months to sail from Maine and around South America’s treacherous Cape Horn until finally landing in San Francisco. After six years of placer-mining (that is, mining free gold, rather than lode deposits) on the Yuba River, he amassed a sizable fortune in gold nuggets and dust.

N.B. then returned to Maine to visit his family. During this visit, he fell in love with Esther, a local girl, and married her. He and Esther journeyed back to San Francisco, this time crossing the Isthmus of Panama, which took three months.

South of San Francisco, N.B. and his brother-in-law successfully operated a sawmill in Woodside. During this time, N.B. and Esther had their only child, Frank. When floods destroyed the mill in 1861, N.B. took his family east over the Sierra Nevada Mountains to the mining town of Aurora.

There, N.B. observed a need for lumber. He found a promising location around Buckeye and Robinson Canyons. By 1862, he’d built a house, filed for water rights, and begun operating two sawmills. Lumber was hauled to the flourishing town of Bodie on massive log wagons, each pulled by 16 oxen.

In 1872, N.B. bought meadowland to graze his oxen; he also acquired some cattle. The cattle were branded with the letter "H," which eventually became known as the Circle H brand.

In 1880, N.B. built the present-day Hunewill Victorian-style ranch house. He hauled granite rocks from the nearby foothills to build the cellar and two-foot-high foundation. Bricks for the two chimneys came from a brick kiln in Bodie, now a famous ghost town. The interior wood and furniture were shipped from San Francisco. He built a beautiful, gracious home designed to last a long time. And it has.

In 1883, N.B. and Esther’s son, Frank, married a young woman named Alice. Alice and Frank had four children, one of whom died in infancy. Both N.B. and Esther loved Alice very much. Because Alice enjoyed music, N.B. surprised her with a Steinway piano that he bought from a mining engineer. This beautiful piano is still in the house today.

This underlying thread of respect, acceptance, and welcoming spirit is alive and well in the sixth generation of today’s Hunewill family.

Frank and Alice’s son Stanley was the first Hunewill cowboy. Stanley Hunewill loved the ranch and cowboy way of life. In 1928, he married a schoolteacher named Lenore. During the depression years, cattle prices were very low. It was during this time, at Lenore’s urging, the couple decided to try guest ranching along with their working cattle business. It was a successful venture. Lenore handled the guest-ranch business; Stanley worked the stock. Their son, Stan, was born in 1934.

When his mother Lenore died in her early 90s, Stan found official land-grant papers in a box under her bed. Land grants were issued to the Hunewills from Presidents Ulysses S. Grant, Benjamin Harris, and Grover Cleveland.



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Buckaroos in Paradise


From "The Humboldt Sun"
March 11, 2008
Winnemucca, NV





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