ArizonaRealCountry.com 41 June 2019 Iallowed my very first horse to choose me. To tell me that he trusted me to be his leader. Not the other way around. It was his choice. And when it happened everything changed. For me, and for my horse. He was no longer my horse. I wasn’t his owner. The first line of the movie Hildago said it right. Cash was now my little brother. And I promised him that day that he would have the best life I could possibly give him. And I meant it. The problem was I had no idea what that best life was. But no stone would be left unturned because I now cared deeply about this horse and I would be asking everywhere I went how to make his life better. Not how do I make my life better? My life would get better when his did. And so it is with all of our horses. They now have the very best life we can possibly give them. They live like horses. It took a while. Quite a while. I asked why a lot. Over and over and over. And here’s what I discovered: Domestic horses and wild horses are genetically exactly the same. That means that the horse living in your back yard or at a stable somewhere is genetically the same as the horse who evolved in the wild and those still living in the wild. Just like a baby tiger would be, even though his mom, grandmom, and triple-great grandmom were all born in captivity. That baby’s genetics are still the same as those beasts roaming the African jungles. Some people believe that a few hundred years of selective breeding can change all that, but the scientific fact, we discovered, is that it takes between 5000 and 10,000 years to even begin to change the base genetics of any species. Which means the horses in our back yard have been programmed for millions and millions of years to live in wide open spaces where they can see predators coming, eat small bits of grass forage around the clock up to 18 to 20 hours a day, move 8-20 miles a day, on bare feet that can flex with each step to circulate blood within the hoof capsules, live with multiple horses for safety and security, and even balance their own diets if provided with enough choices to do so. Who knew? Obviously not us when we acquired our first horses, nor the experienced experts who were advising us with phrases like “this is the way it’s always been done!” Our guys and girls all lived in a manner diametrically opposed to what their genetics were calling for. They lived in tiny little stalls where they could move at best 800 steps in a 24-hour day as opposed to the 8-20 miles a day their genetics call for. And we ultimately discovered that such a huge differential was not just affecting physical structure, it was affecting their digestion, their breathing, the health of their feet, and thereby immensely affecting their stress levels which, as medical science has finally come to realize, substantially affects all of their health. Their diet was mostly sugar in a bag, which we discovered is the absolute worst thing one can feed a horse, especially a confined one. Molasses is part of virtually every packaged feed in existence. Every grain in the same bag turns to sugar the instant it gets inside the horse. Just the stress of a sugar-filled diet and being cooped up in a stall can cause or lead to ulcers, colic, laminitis, reduced blood circulation, digestive issues, lowered immune system, and, of course, each and every stall vice in existence. As mentioned above, horses are genetically programmed to eat grass forage (real grass or grass hay), little bits at a time, up to 18-20 hours a day. The horse’s stomach is programmed to release acid around the clock. Chewing grass forage releases acid-neutralizing saliva. And when that grass forage is not dribbling through the stomach into the hindgut on a regular basis the acid has nothing to work on but the insides of the horse itself! Unlike humans whose digestive acid turns on and off depending upon whether food is present, the horse’s never stops. So the grass forage needs to be there. Free-choice. Around the clock. And then there’s the herd. We discovered that a horse in a stall who cannot commune with other horses gains yet another level of stress to endure. The purpose of the herd for a prey animal is safety and security. Being with other like animals is quite literally a safety net. There are more eyes to see trouble coming. And usually, the dominant member of the group is also the number one watchdog. Being deprived of that comfort, at some level, breeds huge amounts of stress. Again, this is genetic. It’s not something they get over with time. And please don’t ever let anyone tell you that horses should never eat green grass. Recently there have been a few voices out there claiming just that because the wild horses they studied were in an arid area of the Great Basin. But such a remark is scientifically incorrect. Horses have only been in the Great Basin for approximately 300 years. The wild horse evolved for those millions and millions of years in the American west from Texas through the Great Plains’ grasslands to the San Joaquin Valley and northward to the grasses of the Dakotas, Wyoming, Montana, Oregon, and Washington. Horses are born to eat grass. Just be sure that when yours do, like in the wild, there are plenty of unfertilized native grass choices as well as other choices like weeds, brambles, berries, and trees so they can balance their own sugars which they are genetically capable of doing. On and on it goes. Building the horse’s immune system is the singular very best thing you can do for a horse’s health and happiness. And building the immune system begins with eliminating stress. In other words, living the wild horse lifestyle with diet, movement, feet, and blood circulation as close as your specific circumstances allow to the lifestyle the horse would be living were he or she in the wilds of the American west where he or she evolved. I know, I know. So many have told me “I have no choice but to board my horses” or “I simply don’t have any room for them to be out.” And all I can say is do the very best for your horse that your circumstances allow. Find a way. Or perhaps don’t have a horse. As mentioned earlier, we knew none of this a mere ten years ago when we made the big leap into horses without a single clue. Maybe it helped, as they say, to come in with a clean plate. No baggage. No knowledge. Just an obsessive and compulsive urge to offer our new family members the very best life that we could. That urge-turned-insane-quest not only culminated in our herd living a life very close to the one they were genetically programmed to live, it spawned our first two books, The Soul of a Horse – Life Lessons from the Herd, a national bestseller and the sequel, an Amazon #1 Bestseller Born Wild – The Soul of a Horse, which picks up where “Soul” left off. Together these books have changed the lives of thousands of horses and people all across the planet for which Kathleen and I will be eternally grateful. When you start where we started and really push the envelope there’s going to be a lot of stumbling around, a bunch of wrong turns, botched efforts, and, yes, stupid mistakes, thankfully referred to as humor. The trip has been so worth it and we are ever grateful to God for the opportunity to help make this planet a little better than we found it. Which is why we needed to know all this. Our horses were born to be wild and we needed to know why. And what we should do about it. Zeke, Mouse, Noelle, Mariah, Pocket, Saffron, and Firestorm tell us how grateful they are every day of our lives, and I can promise you there is no better feeling on earth. Made To Our Horses Promises By Joe Camp