Becoming One With the Horse at Cowboy College in Scottsdale, Arizona. Photo by Victor Block
Becoming One With the Horse at Cowboy College in Scottsdale, Arizona. Photo by Victor Block

Heels down. Toes out. Squeeze with calves, not knees. Lighten up on the reins. Sink your butt into the saddle. So began my first riding lesson at the Arizona Cowboy College in Scottsdale which was followed by instructions in grooming, shoeing, advanced riding techniques and roping.

And this was just a one-day primer to what other “city slickers” channeling Billy Crystal experience in their five-day cattle drive at the College – but more on that later.

First, despite the city’s admonition of 300 days of sunshine, it was cold and rainy when we were there. And for my story, I had my cowboy shirt, hat and boots all on for the requisite photo op but ended up ensconced in multiple layers instead, including winter jacket, wool cap and gloves borrowed from the ranch. Wasn’t exactly the fashion statement I was going for.

Learning the Basics of Being a Cowboy. Photo by Victor Block
Learning the Basics of Being a Cowboy. Photo by Victor Block

The day began with some initial instruction from ranch manager and Jigger Boss Elaine Pawlowski, whose main goal seemed to be to keep us from falling off the horse and to avoid getting kicked when not on it.

My experience up to then had been an occasional trail ride where the horse was presented to me all spruced up and saddled and all I was expected to do was mount it. Not so here. Prior to even thinking about actually riding the animal, I was taught how to groom and brush her – Billie, a brown mare – and how to do so safely.

I had never been this close to a horse from all sides, responsible for the behind-the-scenes handling. Elaine showed me how to pick up Billie’s hooves and clean out the bottom of the horseshoe with a pick, removing the excess dirt, pebbles or nails before taking her out.

My first thought was, “You want me to do what?” As I was cleaning out one of her hoofs, I couldn’t help thinking there’s 1200 pounds of horse flesh here that with one thrust of the hoof I’m holding can flatten me. Fortunately, Billie was no so inclined.

AT SCOTTSDALE’S COWBOY COLLEGE, YOU AND THE HORSE BECOME ONE

During Saddling 101, my status as first-rate tenderfoot was further confirmed when I tried to pick up the saddle – and collapsed under its weight. The idea that I was actually supposed to get it atop the horse was ludicrous. I had absolutely no clue how much work went into just getting the animal ready to be ridden, much less the intricacies involved in actually riding one in the desert.

Saddles – Can’t Go Far Without Them at Cowboy College in Scottsdale, Arizona. Photo by Victor Block
Saddles – Can’t Go Far Without Them at Cowboy College in Scottsdale, Arizona. Photo by Victor Block

Riding a horse in the desert is a very different terrain than what most riders are used to and that in part is what brought Bob and Carol Skinner, local race horse owners and my cohorts at the ranch, to the College.

Bob, who has been around a lot of very different race horse disciplines all his life, claimed that each discipline thinks its methods are the right ones in terms of training and expertise. Always looking to learn something new, Bob says he came to Cowboy College to see how the cowboys do it as opposed to racers.

Might be something he can incorporate into his own horse-related efforts. That much I understood. What came as a surprise was that as much as Bob knew about horses on the ground, he did not really ride. And while Carol did, her expertise was with racehorses; cowboy steeds were still a mystery.

To begin with, racers ride Eastern saddles which carry with them very proscribed rules of posture and deportment much more regimented than the more relaxed rules of Western riding. For starters, two-handed split reins vs. one-handed neck rein – after all, in the West, one hand must be free to shoot rattlesnakes and rope steers. Amazing how much of how you and your horse interact is determined by how you hold the reins.

The Corral is Where it all Starts at Scottsdale’s Cowboy College. Photo  by Victor Block
The Corral is Where it all Starts at Scottsdale’s Cowboy College. Photo  by Victor Block

COWBOY COLLEGE IN ARIZONA: A NEW LIFESTYLE FOR A CITY GIRL

Prior to heading out on our ride, we hunkered down to the bunkhouse for chow. The fact that it was bologna, ham and cheese on white bread with mayo seemed perfectly fitting. And the To Do list I spied on a bench near the stalls was slightly different than that found in most homes: Fix stalls 3,4, and 11; arrange tack rooms; cut off screws on saddle racks; clean out coops.

And then we headed out – me on Billie, a Quarterhorse, Carol on a Mustang, Bob on a Paint. Bob commented that just squeezing with his calves as opposed to his knees made an immediate difference.

The Trail Ride is a Highlight at Cowboy College. Photo by Victor Block
The Trail Ride is a Highlight at Cowboy College. Photo by Victor Block

In the East, most trail rides are through woods; here we loped through sand and rocks and sagebrush, past cactus as tall as small buildings over a monochromatic panorama of gray and tan and muted greens. Did I say trail? Nope, no trail – just feeling our way over, around and through the rocky wasteland.

As we rested our horses atop a mesa in the Tonto National Forest, I looked out admiringly at the wide expanse of desert below, poetic mountains in the distance and a sky the color of every shade of blue found in even the largest box of Crayola crayons. This alone was worth the pain I expected to feel later in the day.

Taking in the Scenery on a Trail Ride at Scottsdale’s Cowboy College. Photo by Victor Block
Taking in the Scenery on a Trail Ride at Scottsdale’s Cowboy College. Photo by Victor Block

As we continued our ride, punctuated by an unending array of rocky inclines and descents, Bob and Carol became increasingly dismayed. Apparently, the uneven landscape and Western style of riding were alien to the two racehorse owners. The idea of riding horses over such a threatening terrain was a foreign concept, much less at a speed sufficient to maintain the momentum necessary to scale the crest of the embankment. Elaine kept reassuring them that, indeed, the horses were fine with it. She also kept reminding Carol, accustomed to riding English where proper posture is so important, to stay low in the saddle and resist the temptation to ride “two point.”

AT SCOTTSDALE’S COWBOY COLLEGE, THE PAIN OF RIDING IS WORTH IT

When I finally dismounted Billie, my legs were so wobbly I could barely make it to the corral. And we weren’t done yet – it was now time for our roping lesson. Fortunately, no actual calves were involved.

At Arizona’s Cowboy College, Roping Steer is Part of a Cowboy’s Life. Photo by Victor Block
At Arizona’s Cowboy College, Roping Steer is Part of a Cowboy’s Life. Photo by Victor Block

For those signed up for the complete Cowboy College program, this would have been just Day 1. Day 2 would be a more intense immersion into the cowboy’s world – this time actually involving cows – before heading out to the cattle ranch about 25 miles to the north.

Once there, the next four days are spent doing whatever needs to be done – rounding up the cows, moving cattle from one pasture to another, finding missing steer, branding and castrating, vaccinating, separating the mamas from the calves, fixing fences and checking water supplies, or helping other ranchers. That’s the life of the cowboy and the wanna-bes act accordingly.

According to Elaine, “Participants range from novices to more experienced riders but no matter what the level of expertise, after riding 5-6 hours a day and being immersed in cowboy training, they’re pretty comfortable and ready for the trail experience.”

The Author and Head Wrangler – AKA Jigger Boss – Relax after a Day’s Ride at Cowboy College. Photo by Victor Block
The Author and Head Wrangler – AKA Jigger Boss – Relax after a Day’s Ride at Cowboy College. Photo by Victor Block

Okay, so I wasn’t ready to go on a multi-day cattle round-up but I sure did have a whole new respect for anyone who does. The plus for me? Considering the difficulty I had walking the next day, I was glad that – unlike those participating in the whole program – I did not have to get back up on a horse. For more information, visit https://cowboycollege.com

Authors: Fyllis Hockman and Victor Block are a husband-wife team of experienced travel journalists who have gallivanted throughout the United States, and to nearly 80 countries around the world, and written about what they have seen, done and learned. Their articles have appeared in newspapers across the country and on websites across the Internet, and they each have won numerous writing awards. They love to explore new destinations and cultures and uncover off-the-beaten-path attractions. Read more of their work at The Rambling Writers 

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