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I thought I better get a post dispatched ahead of the threatened shit show that is going to be their live feed-a-thon. That’s where they basically hold their viewers hostage unless they cough up money for hay and we’ll get to that in a bit.  We also have another horse about to take the long walk to the killing field, more revelations from the inner sanctum of Biz Desk and some other fun stuff today.  I have no clue how best to present it or organize things so I’m just going to throw it all up in the air and deal with what lands first.  Turns out the worst news hit first, so let’s deal with it…



This was posted about Aviana on July 7th.  As you can see, they call her sane and sound and go on and on about how nice she is.  She’s actually in pretty decent shape for a HiCaliber horse considering she’s been there since last October. Unsurprisingly, Manson has advertised her as and OTTB because she has a tattoo.  Aviana is actually a QH that has raced which is kinda obvious by her very identifiable brand.  However, we know Manson doesn’t like blind horses so…



Not even 2 weeks later, the `sane’ mare has become unsafe to treat and is about to get shot in the face.  The `board’ voting basically means Manson told her yes men what was going down and they all said `yes, ma’am’.  This is bullshit.  This is a healthy horse with a lot of life left to live and these asswipes are going to kill her because the don’t have the skill set to deal with her.  What was that Manson said about riding with a bit the other day?  Something about too many people putting the burden on horses when they should be bringing up their own skill set?  This mare came to them with a cloudy eye.  If they know blind horses don’t do well with them, then stop fucking buying them!!!!  Simple.  Why should this mare trust Manson?  She doesn’t know who she is other than some loud person that probably gives off all sorts of bad vibes that wants to stick needles in her. It’s not like Manson actually spends any time with any of these animals that might be considered pleasant.   I’ve seriously never seen even a vet that had to sedate anything and everything they have to mess with.  How about instead of paying for all these drugs all the time, they invest in some lessons on proper handling?

Moose is the old guy they bought from Misner they other day.  Romney Faye had already declared him a compassion pull and apparently Manson agrees.  What that means is he doesn’t deserve to have his teeth done as Manson danced around the issue tangling herself up in a web of her own lies.  Basically, she feels that he’s not worth the dental work because she’ll likely be shooting him soon.  I don’t know that Dr. Spini saw him at all, but his teeth do look like EOTRH to me.  This link explains it and from what I can tell, Manson basically googled EOTR and misunderstood what they meant be lesions when she attempted to sound like she knew what she was talking about.  I guess my point is that if you’re going to purchase the horse, do right by him or leave him for somebody else.  Giving him a couple of weeks to get eaten alive by flies and lose even more weight isn’t kind or right.  This horse was worthless to Misner.  He was never going to ship him because he would have been rejected.  He was picked up specifically for HiCaliber to sell to the village idiots.


Meanwhile, behind closed doors, Manson is scrambling.  Her favorite ass barnacle seems to have jumped ship or maybe she just found some place close to home where she could pound on horses.   I know of another med team member that is gone or going and they are bleeding volunteers.  Horses are still getting these horrible rubs by their fly masks and box cutters left where they eat.  I’m not even blaming the volunteers.  There are too many horses and not enough people to properly meet their needs each and every day.  They have untrained and inexperienced people out there doing their best and it’s not enough.  This is not setting people up for success.  Then they wonder why some horses act wild when they finally decide to mess with them.


It turns out it’s not just the med team that’s falling apart.  It seems they’re having issues getting these animals fed too.  I’m not sure why any of the residents of that place can’t get off their asses and feed, but apparently it mostly falls to volunteers, although rumor has it Michelle actually lowered herself to water horses the other day.  When I heard about it,  I immediately ran out and bought a lottery ticket and several cases of bottled water and canned spaghetti.  I figured it was either the end of times or a sign that other unusual things might happen that day so I covered my bases.  I’ll let you know how it works out.  The horse in the picture is thought to be Savannah.  You may remember her from being the one usually covered up in a fly sheet.  As you can see, yet another emaciated horse failing to thrive at rescue.  Thankfully, she’s gone out to a foster that seems to do a good job getting weight on these horses.  Why did they allow them to get this bad before getting help???

So this happened tonight. Manson finally decided to show Firetyme on live feed.  She claimed it was all about the angles with those past pictures having him look bad.  Well, she provided the angles for these screen shots so you can be the judge.  I had already been sent the screen shot of her whining about having to feed him.  She referred to him as `chubby’ at one point in the video and thinks he’s doing great.  Besides the fact he still looks worse than the day he arrived and he was pretty bad then, she has no clue what she’s talking about.  This horse is showing signs of refeeding syndrome and she can’t see through her ego enough to realize.  No, the big pot belly is not normal, nor is the edema she has mentioned a few times.  He needs his proteins not oils and whatever other crap she’s trying to push.  Actually, he needs CARE.  Robyn was kind clueless enough to show us the kind of care Firetyme has been getting lately…

The above two pics were also from the live feeds tonight.  As we can see from his whiteboard, he hasn’t been out of his stall for a walk for six days and nobody has bothered to groom him for a week.  That basically means nobody is spending much time with the horse.  We probably don’t want to know what’s under that mask right now.  I’m not sure why a horse only needs water in the morning either, but this entire `program’ poor Firetyme is on is a pretty good indication of what the problem with this poor old horse is.

Remember Skittles the pony?  Skittles was the pony they got outbid  on at auction some months ago.  I think it might have even been before Christmas or maybe right around that time.  They claimed the guy that got Skittles was a dirty flipper and basically pitched a wreck over it.  Somehow, they convinced themselves and the village idiots that they were entitled to some first right of refusal on a horse they never owned just because they told the guy to call them if things didn’t work out.  Flash forward a few months and the guy is selling the pony and his other horse for whatever reason.  He offered them to HiCaliber.  I don’t know what their conversations were like apart from them trying to talk him down in price, so that when he finally does show up at HiCaliber he does not have the pony.  He says it’s been in an accident or whatever.  I don’t know the guy.  I don’t know what the deal was aside from the screen shots provided.  I just know the pony didn’t materialize and HiCaliber talked all sorts of doom and gloom about the shape he was in.  It also inspired this super professional and foul-mouthed, even for Manson, video . Clearly, but these pictures above, he was fine and continues to be fine.  Hopefully, that closes the chapter on the Skittles The Pony drama.

So, as many of you already know, we are being bombarded with a live feed-a-thon from HiCaliber.  They are `shaking up’ how they fundraise which apparently means they are begging more because they $650 responsible rescue is not keeping Manson and her assistant, Robyn in eyelashes.  Robyn even decided to show us where the donor dollars go by doing extreme close-ups of her eyelashes and crowsfeet.  Because they can’t come out and say how they spend all the money, they are blaming this on a super great deal for orchard hay this time.  That’s right, the last two hay fundraisers we’ve had in the past month were so successful, they’re doing it again and bigger.  This time they want $9600.  They swear it will last longer.  I swear they’re lying.  Thankfully, their stunt didn’t last long even though the response was luke warm.  Manson got bored and changed her own rules saying it was only until sundown but maybe they’ll be back tomorrow.  We’d already seen her stuff her face, trudge around the place, curse, fart and belch.  It was the usual from her and her barnacles.

One of the things to come out of the live feed sitch tonight was Manson inadvertently showing the terrible condition of some of the animals and how little she knows.  The little donkey, Noel, she referred to as fat and chubby.  What she actually appears to be is insulin resistant and is going to be in trouble if they don’t act on it.  Trish is in the barn with some kind of bandage job that I can only imagine means they are actually trying to fuck up her legs worse.  Does nobody on that ranch know how to run a proper wrap, and what is it with all the tape they use?  Use a fucking standing bandage with a pad on the wound!  Bunny, yet another Louisiana horse, is in rough shape with the big pot belly and all bones.  Poor Breezy still looks like shit as she completely lied her ass off about his situation saying she had become friends with his former owners and had already blown through the 10k the Appaloosas came with.  What she neglected to tell everybody is she’s getting ready to kill one of the mares and has been sucking up to the owner so she can do that.

Here’s a few other fun things from live feeds today and recently.  The horse in the tiny pen is Mercy, recently returned from Andrew Fice.  (seems like all the horses are back from the Ficehole other than poor Dylan and Rojas).  I just thought the mountain of shit behind her and her tiny little sand pen might have something to do with a horse getting mean or aggressive eventually.  The other screen shot is dumbass Rene outing her fake profile by signing her post thinking she was in the HiCaliber admin profile.   Even Manson is careful not to out hers other than that unfortunate incident when a pic of a Japanese aubergine was emailed to the object of her extreme jealousy that one time.  So professional, these HiCaliberites!

How long ago was it that Michelle was on the news saying how she needed to tell the stories of all those poor OTTBs with the burned out lips?  Except none of them had burned lips and hardly any were OTTBs?  Yeah…Remember how she initially told us that Satan had already pulled blood to DNA identify them in Louisiana?  Then us `haterz’ informed her that the Jockey Club didn’t use blood to ID horses any more and haven’t for at least 15 years, so she quickly changed her story to having this paper bag of hair that somehow meant she was on it.  Turns out that was a lie too.  The truth is she’s done nothing and I’m not really surprised because she hasn’t begged for money for the kits yet and you know she would have the second she knew how much they cost whether the fee was getting waived or not.  Likely it is not going to be waived.  This is a prime example of lying about petty shit.  The `racing commission’ has nothing to do with horse identification beyond flipping lips in the paddock during the races.  If she wants to know who these horses are, she needs to get DNA kits from the Jockey Club, pull the hair samples and send them in.  There is no other way around it.  She’s had these horses for over two months and still hasn’t done anything towards finding out who they are like she promised when she was trying to drum up money.  It is a simple fucking phone call to get this rolling and she can’t even bother to do that now that the money has been spent and no more is likely coming in for them.  The whole effort from requesting kits to horse identification would take about two weeks max.

How awesome!  You are all cordially invited to go clean up the mountains of shit on the ranch while Manson sleeps in and has a spa day.  I’m sure this is so she can attempt to schmooze some goodwill and maybe cover that large lump sum payment on the ranch that is supposed to be due in a few months.  There’s nothing in it for the volunteers other than Manson may wave at you as she drives by in her golf cart, but you can feel good that you did your part in prolonging the inevitable by covering her ass once again.  Hopefully the honored guest doesn’t know anything about horses or they’re basically screwed anyhow.  The pool party sounds like fun though.  Count me in with a guest!

These screen shots are a little #TBT gift for you on a Friday.  A few of you have been asking about the mysterious HiCaliber University in the comment section and my moles and insiders are nothing if not givers.  I hope they consider the behind closed doors shit fit/meltdown/tantrum over the leaks, my thank you gift to them.  This is for sure one of my top five favorite Biz Desk posts maybe ever.  For the bargain price of only $50 per class,  you can learn horse psychology from Manson!  This coming from the person who is so afraid of horses she can’t change a wrap without sedating them to the point of staggering, but she’s going to tell you all about how to `understand and unfuck’ horses.  I guess with the number of horses she has a hand in fucking up, she’s creating her own client base.  Test riding and groundbreaking with Manson and Bang Bang Becky had to be a laugh a minute.   I’m sure they taught how misuse pressure and release techniques and keep your horse guessing at all times.  I would totally sign up for the online version of that.  Then they even had a trailer class with Bang Bang Becky.  If her auction loading techniques were what she was teaching, what a treat that class must have been.  How to stand in front of your horse and expect them to move forward.  How to reward your horse for not doing what you want.  So much to learn I’m surprised they didn’t break it down to beginner, intermediate and advanced sessions.  Then we have the piece de resistance, with Manson teaching riding lessons at $45/hr.  I wonder if she taught the star fish or the monkey fucking a football seats?  Maybe both?  What about the one leg hop up to the wither dangle mounting technique?  How many lessons until you, too, can get your horse scuttling around the arena with a hollowed out back and its head thrown back showing its extreme discomfort?  Mostly I just wonder who was stupid enough to pay these gunsels for this stuff and if they did, where is the money because it sure didn’t show up in the medical fund since they start every `ask’ at $0.


I think we’ve probably had enough fun for one day again.  I’m kinda hoping they calm their tits over at HiCaliber so we can have a quiet weekend for a change.  One of the little rants Manson got on today was about slaughter.  Slaughter is the big funding source for her because she likes to use the threat of it to inspire people to dig deeper.  She admitted that she used to be pro slaughter and even tonight, she couldn’t come out and say she was anti.  It wouldn’t suit her business model if slaughter was no longer a threat, which explains why she doesn’t bother to educate herself on it or stay up to speed.  Sadly, I’m sure most of you know that the return of domestic horse slaughter is a very real threat right now, so there are a few things you can do to speak up if you are so inclined.  You can contact you representatives and ask them to pass the SAFE Act because we do not raise horses for food in this country and as such we medicate them differently than animals raised for food. Thank them if they are already a co-sponsor.  Then we need to educate people.  The worst lie I see is that bringing slaughter back is somehow going to change the numbers of horses shipping to other countries etc.  It really won’t.  Horses closer to the Mexican border are still going to go there and the ones closer to Canada will still go there.  No more and no less horses will be slaughtered because slaughter is a supply and demand business.  They will only slaughter what there is a market for and the availability of slaughter in the US does not affect the demand for horse meat in a foreign country.  It’s kinda disgusting that a horse rescue as large as HiCaliber, that claims to save horses from slaughter every week is so very ignorant on the subject.  Educate yourselves!  There are links in the side bar here of some excellent resources on the issue.  Go back through the archives on this blog if you’re bored enough.  The information is out there.  I hope everybody has a happy weekend!  Hug a horse in person or by speaking out for them.  Most importantly, don’t let Manson make any more disappear.

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Dear Manson,

I thought I’d drop the pretense.  I know you read here.  You pretty much can’t make a live feed without talking about something that has been on this blog or in the comments, so I thought I’d make your day and just drop that 4th wall.  Let’s do this on the direct.  This all for you!

First off,  please stop lying out of your lying lie hole.  I actually wonder if even you believe what you say.  That pictures you posted of Firetyme are shit and you know it.  If you truly want to discredit what is out there about him, then post a video.  Put him on live feed.  It might be a nice break from having to watch you scratch your nose as your eyes roll around.  One of your own volunteers was on a FB page confirming that he is still emaciated.  She saw him this weekend.  You say to call the vets but they can’t tell people your business and that’s not their job.  It is your job to give updates on the horses that you bought with donated money.  Maybe he did gain weight in the last week.  I hope he did.  The fact is he never should have been allowed to get that emaciated in the first place and he wasn’t an isolated case.   I don’t understand why you won’t let him go to the one of the very good and legitimate homes that have expressed an interest in him.  If you were truly all about putting the horse first, you’d let him go.  He clearly isn’t thriving with you.

Your statement that people are using your misfortune, bad luck or whatever it was you call it, to `live off you’ or gain something is almost as ridiculous as your eyebrows.   Trust me, none of us are getting rich off trying to save the horses you are neglecting and killing for no good reason.  I guess if I wanted fame or notoriety I’d use my own name.  Lord knows I have had some interesting and potentially beneficial offers come through my inbox as a result of covering your shit show.  I’ve had them before and I’m not about that.  I’m about the horses.  As far as your assumption about people from your past seeking revenge, that’s a load of BS too.  I’ve taken on many other causes others than yours in the past and I will again some day too.  I’m not part of your past, thank God.  Your self-importance is astonishing.


You know, as I forced myself to sit through the live feed listening to Dawson basically hack up a lung as she stood there covered head to toe (what are you hiding?), I remembered that you still haven’t adopted her.  That $1000 purchase that you hit up Shane Dawson for but the horse still belongs to HiCaliber, so does that mean his money is in your pocket?  You say you have to go through the adoptions process like everybody else, but you and I both know that isn’t true.  You snatched Rizzo up immediately when you found out he was papered and young.  You did the same with Barrett after he was gelded.  Both horses would have been snapped up via adoptions but you helped yourself to them for $1 each after allowing the village idiots to pay for them and their `responsible rescue’ fees.  Just like the village continues to support and pay for Dawson and Tara until they are healthy enough for you to snatch up for $1.  Does Bang Bang Becky’s mom know she’s going to have two more dumped on her?  I guess it’s all good as long as you keep bringing her HiCaliber feed to feed your personal horses.


I’m glad to know that Mirage is going to have her surgery.  Isn’t it funny how all your bills are such round numbers?  You googled a surgery like hers the day you brought her back to the ranch and *shocker* it turned out to be exactly what you estimated.  I think that must make you at least a 32% vet, although you know and I know you’re never going to show an invoice.  You don’t show the actual cost of most things and that slides right by your village idiots.  It’s a real shame you didn’t express the same joy and gratitude when Pam S stepped up to save Saban.  Instead you jerked her around for days while Saban lost even more weight and suffered in pain.  Of course, you never really asked anybody to save him.  You were terrified of that horse and you wanted him dead.  He’s doing great now though, no thanks to you.  It’s amazing how much weight he gained before his surgery and how much the staff at SLREH seem to like him.  They even posted an update on Golden Carrot’s page.  They never do that for you.  Why would they when you drag in mud caked horses like Boyer and Praline that they should have seen literally days before?  It’s probably clear to them how little you care about these animals that provide your lifestyle.  I’m sure they have a good giggle at the scrubs, hoops and delusions though, so there is that.


You went on this little riff about having dentals done on the horses.  You have told so many stories about dental work on that feed lot, I’m not sure what to believe. Perhaps your dental protocol is fluid. (btw, fuck you for ruining the word `fluid’ for me).  Engineer has been with you what?  Close to a year now and you’re just getting around to doing his dental and he had to lose a bunch of weight to get that done?  First we’re told that dentals are part of your intake process and the $650 responsible rescue fee, then last week you said that you don’t do dentals all the time, so which is it?  Why did Engineer go so long?  How do you explain so many horses that leave your property needing their teeth done so badly?  Maybe start writing down the stories you tell so you can keep them straight.


It amused me watching you try to be vulnerable today.  I especially liked the subtle  and manipulative things you peppered your live feed with to keep those village idiots in line and stop the bleeding.  Telling them to `believe in what’s right’, to be good people, be inspiring and all those kinds of inclusive statements designed to lift them up and make them feel a part of something bigger than themselves and like they belong.  That’s just basic psychology you can google up online.  The problem is some of us have an education and went far beyond psych 101 so you, my dear, are strictly amateur hour with that stuff.  We’re not buying what you’re selling.  Too late for tears.


You asked some questions today.  I felt they deserved real answers.  Honest ones.  You wondered why, when you’re down, people don’t rally behind you and support you.  Sponsor horses etc.  You said that was the time that people should get behind and offer more and do more.  Perhaps you need to look at why you’re down in order to understand why not.  Why would people send you even more money as you sit there on live feed with your veneers, you obviously freshly micro-bladed eyebrows that look suspiciously lifted, the fake eyelashes and your enhanced lips to the point your top lip can’t even move.  People aren’t stupid.  They know how much shit that all costs and you constantly tell people you have no income.  So as you sit there showing off all your recent cosmetic work refusing to do a legitimate update on a horse that is starving in your care along with at least 4 others recently, are you really surprised people won’t give you any money?  You photoshopped your hay invoice last week so nobody could see the actual amount.  You never post a receipt or an invoice.  You never give a donation total for all the money you collect at auction every week but it always seems to be exactly enough and you always start over at zero the following week.  People outside the village aren’t stupid.  Now, you’re low because your hands are in the cookie jar and people know it.  I’m glad Richie ponied up a new to you truck for you to drive.  Maybe ask him for a monthly allowance, but you better pray he stays off social media.


Speaking of finances…you seem to think people have short memories.  Maybe Romney Faye Baker hasn’t cashed a check for awhile, but we know you two raked in no less than $15,000 between all the gofraudmes set up after she lost her son and it turns out she never had to pay his end of life expenses anyhow.  That’s not even taking into account that she was still living with Dumbass Darrell at the time.  We won’t even get into the whole check under another name she used to pull before `officially’ going on payroll.  You girls have been fiddling numbers all along.  I guess that will come out when and if you ever get your 990’s up to date, right?  When can we expect those by the way? Time is running out…tick tock.


I’m not going to rehash all the issues with your lack of horse husbandry and the filthy and deplorable conditions those animals are living in.  You know it.  You know your detractors know it, but you still have your village idiots to back you up. How is it if you have `hundreds’ of volunteers, you can’t manage to get horses fed on time and keep their water full? Even though you climbed up on the cross when you whined about how even though you have distaste for other organizations, you can still admit they take good care of their horses but nobody ever gives you credit.  You’re correct.  That’s probably because you don’t take good care of horses and you’re a hoarder.  I think horses at Misner’s lot are probably living a better life.  Come on down off that cross now.  Somebody else needs the wood.


As you got more holier than thou today, you talked about how you let people do their own thing.  How you aren’t about tearing people down.  It all sounds so very inspirational.  Sadly, that doesn’t line up with your actions.  You know, testicles left in mailboxes, Fireball left in mail boxes and where kids can find it,  mailing vulgar links to people you know would be deeply offended, and then there is naming a pile of shit after people who dared to leave you and call you out on your shit.  Time to start pulling up those big girl panties and practicing what you preach.  You get what you give…


I think I’ll close out with a little advice for you.  It’s time to own your evil.  Get your hands out of the cookie jar.  Get your ass out of bed and actually put in the time you ask of your volunteers.  You whine about not getting paid, but free rent for you and several horses, free vehicles and meals, probably adds up to far more of a salary than many people make.  Don’t believe me?  Go get a job and try to support your lifestyle with that income.  The state you find yourself in isn’t because people hate you.  It’s not because anybody is jealous (of WHAT?) and it isn’t because you had a fucked up upbringing.  It’s because YOU, and you alone, make bad choices and there are animals paying the price.  I’m almost 100% certainly you could jump on your broom and jet away from rescue forever and not a single one of us will care to follow up with you as long as you’re leaving animals alone.  Think about it.  Just remember, as long as animals are getting shot in the face, starving and hoarded by you, people are going to continue coming forward and trying to put an end to the suffering.  The jig is up.  Don’t go away mad, just go away.


As ever…








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I have a guest writer today.  Her words and experiences are something every person who has been following the HiCaliber situation needs to read.  These are 100% her words.  The bravery and honesty you’re about to read is the real deal and I am honored to share it here.  Without further ado…

You call it HATE. Venom. Anger. Hostility. Slander. Liable. Or whatever vindictive venture you’d like to spin on it… that’s fine.


You WILL twist my words, and warp them into some sort of evil vendetta that I’ve had all along and I will sit back and laugh and tell you that you’re fucking Nuts and I’m sure in the end you will Only make me look like a Villan or someone who needs mental stability -but, the truth is – I don’t give a flying fuck anymore. IM DONE.


I’m done lying. I’m done covering YOUR ass, my ass and everyone else’s involved. I’m done playing nicey nice- kissy poo with someone who’s two sheets to the wind 24/7. Nope… sorry, I value my sanity and peace of mind far more than this type of quiet-agony.

So here I am – This is it. I draw the line and admittedly; I’m the first to step over it.


I don’t know what is “RIGHT” anymore but i can definitely tell you that every ounce in my body, gut and bones says that – THIS IS NOT IT.


So, here we go.


Warp, Pickle, Otis, Tricky, Kira, Kirek, Bastille, Piper, Payton, Gabana, Essie, Neva and Grace deserve their stories to be told… and in my opinion so does Grant, Gerdi, Wrangler, Saraha, Willow and Casey



Hello, some may know me as an avid horse/ animal person. Some may know me as a loud- outspoken, BLUNT to the point- woman who can be pretty annoying and pretty scary at times (trust me I recognize this trait 😉)


But this started in mid 2015 when I decided to FOSTER for Hicaliber Horse Rescue.  I have fostered, adopted, transported, drank with, volunteered, slaved countless hours/days/ months of manual labor at their facility, bent over backwards for, bled, sweat their red white and blue , bought every merchandise from their store humanly possible and I believed strongly and passionately in Hicaliber Horse Rescue and even at one point was a glorified “Trainer Director/liaison “  up until this current calendar Year of 2017…

My falling out was admittedly a series of events but it really began in December 2016 when I suggested HC make a complaint or suggestion box somewhere and that they needed to hire a barn manager- someone who can actually manage things on the ranch- but I was quickly shot down.  I also mentioned their Human Resource lady was difficult to approach and could be at times abrasive – which if that was difficult for me, I wasn’t sure how others could do it.. so that’s why I asked how we could do get complaints and suggested presented to her without going to her directly… well- that went over like a lead balloon. Things hit the fan and I was told to praise publicly and coach privately- which I got. I stepped back and realized I probably should have kept my mouth shut.     ***************


So the stories I am about to tell you are the only ones that I can factually back up, provide witness statements, screen shots, phone call logs, text messages, actual photographs, bank statements, along with veterinarian and farrier records for.  These stories do not account for my many other heart wrenching encounters or firsthand experiences, but these are the only ones I can prove without a doubt not only transpired, but happened just the way I describe and do not compromise the identities of those who wish to be kept secret… and let me say, is there’s a lot of you who wish to keep things secret…


Which is fine, at one point – I-too believed “ITS ABOUT THE HORSES” and that I needed to be there “Be there for the horses” then one day someone asked me ‘who’s horses are they’ and I thought… because well, I felt defensive- they’re like mine cause I’ve donated and done so much, I care about them… then that person said to me, ‘No, someone there writes the checks for feed, electricity, vet and farrier- who is it? And where are they when you show up?’ And I thought to myself…. well, technically that would be Michelle and her Board of Directors and I’ve only ever seen them out a small handful of times and on the weekends. Hmmm…. so that got me thinking..


Who is responsible for the care for these horses?  When everyone is gone, who is the one that is supposed to get out of bed and feed them in the mornings, or put water in the their buckets on a hot day? Who is supposed to be making sure Cali Girl stayed on her feet and when she coliced all the time? Or give her banamine?  Who is supposed to muck their pen and make sure they know they’re safe and loved- if it’s not me as a volunteer then who?


I thought hard about this, and I battled HARD with myself as I knew the logistical answer is supposed to be the founder, the residents and the board of directors whether in the state of California or not these are the people who generally are held accountable for things in court… but I knew in my gut of guts that If I didn’t show,  Saint wouldn’t get his wraps changed on his hooves, or his ankle deep piss filled stall wouldn’t get cleaned, or the horse in vineyard wouldn’t get caught cause she was difficult to manage and not many people bothered to catch her, flush the fly eggs out of her eye and put a fly mask back on her. I knew in my heart that if I didn’t go help catch the mare from North herd, & fish her maggot filled wound in her butt cheek, no one else would- I mean she sat there for over a week and was “being monitored”. I knew that if I didn’t show up – things wouldn’t get done….

so I KEPT SHOWING. and I kept swallowing my pride and I kept being there for the horses. That’s what any good volunteer has done and is STILL doing.


So this is simply just some of my experiences I can prove:


Warp: I fostered Warp from mid 2015- July 11th 2016. 


She came to me with problems with canker in her rear hooves and the label of being “difficult to manage” (which was definitely true). I originally have had great success with a combination of purple mush and an antibiotic called drycow, when I explained how I’ve previously had success with canker on another horse… HiCaliber told me at that time, purple mush was out of the question and they felt that I should try a product called “White Lighting” as they felt that was more economical, and affordable than purple mush… so, I did as they asked… baring in mind, this was all coming out of my pocket. I believe HiCaliber paid for a bottle of white lightning one month, but that was literally “it”. Sigh. Well, Warp seems to have been improving up until about April/May time frame when all of a sudden her canker was back, and she was beginning to distressed, where she was double cycling and coming into heat, she also started dropping weight considerably. Of course during this time, you start with the basics, attack the infection, up the feed, change/add feed, consult farrier, consult chiropractor, call vet. Vet came, pulled blood the end of June, and by the beginning of July (2016) her results were back and her blood cell count was through the roof and a bunch of other things weren’t adding up, basically all pointing to she had cancer of some sort…  So, The Board of Directors consulted, and determined given all the not so great things going on for her, it was best to euthanize her within the near future… so, I made plans… I decided that we’d give her a week or more, make her comfortable as can be, I really wanted to take her to the beach to see the ocean and have a photo shoot… and then, we’d do it. 

ok. I started making plans. This was a farewell, see you later type of thing… she was doing just fine in the mean time… just make her comfortable. HA! 


On July 8th, on one of my routine hoof soak/wrap days… I had taken Warp out to bathe her, and tend to her rear canker-ridden hooves… and in typical Warp fashion, she went to kick at me, missed, and instead hit the top of a spiket/corner of tack shed….. and INSTANTLY could not stand/walk and there was MASS amounts of blood…. We are talking- so much blood it looked like someone had just cut a pigs throat… (I freeeeeeked). Called Michelle (founder) called Romney (CEO) and tried like heck to let them know I needed to call the vet… ok, I called. Well, WCEM’s head vet was on vacation and his associate at that time was on call and answered and when I described what was going on…. That there was mass amounts of blood everywhere- coming from the hoof, she couldn’t stand, she couldn’t walk and wouldn’t let me look at it to even see what was going on…. His response was : she’s bleeding from a hoof that you know has canker, and you plan on putting her down in the near future is that correct? ((Yes)) I don’t see this as an emergency. I’m not coming out there. Click.  

Insert my deer in the headlights look- I have never been so mortified in my life… what the heck are you supposed to say/do in a time like this? ((Granted, NOW-a year later-I know EXACTLY what I should have done and said)). Soooo, not my horse- what do I do? I call Michelle back and tell her the vet wasn’t coming and im mortified. I understand that canker bleeds (a lot) but this was an insane amount of blood. I couldn’t even walk her to her stall… what was I going to do? 


So, I asked what now? Michelle advised that I just make her comfortable, and dose her up high on pain meds until that Monday – when I would have to trailer her back to their ranch to be euthanized due to “Insurance reasons” and we could not do it at my home under any circumstances.


SIGH. That was just going to have to be what would happen. I didn’t know what kind of repercussions there would had been if I called a different vet to come out in an emergency… so, I just over dosed her on pain meds. She was going to die in less than 36hr anyways. 

Monday morning rolled around…. I was supposed to be at the ranch by 8am for Michelle to euthanize her… upon arrival.. Michelle ended up strolling out of the house around 8:30/8:40 and had advised me to put Warp in the upper arena as she didn’t feel like she could euthanize her that day and she was going to have Dr.Grove do it later that day  (Insert my deer in headlights look-I knew Dr.Grove was out of the office until that following Wednesday- why was this woman lying to me?). Once Warp was put into the upper arena, Emily.C (a feeder Lead) had walked up to us and asked us who the new horse was that was in with IceCream and what to feed her (as they were currently feeding horses)… again, Michelle baldfaced lied and said “oh that’s Serena, she can eat teff” –uhhhhh what? (ok, im really confused at this point). So, Michelle felt insistent on putting new fosters onto my horse trailer…. So away we went in to golf cart to go shopping… 


I picked out the horses, loaded them onto my trailer and numbingly left Warp in that arena and drove home… but something didn’t sit right with me. Something was wrong. Why so many lies in one morning? Did Michelle just rename Warp as “Serena” and is she going to just shove her into another pen somewhere and not euth her? What was going on? 


I went home, did what I needed and then felt SICK all afternoon. It wasn’t until around 3pm  when I got a message from another volunteer saying that she was with Warp and that they were getting to euthanize her so they were asking for people to leave…..oh hell-no.  In my comfy pants and flip flops, I drove my ass over there as fast as humanly possible to find Warp was out by the barn eating out of one of the gators. With the volunteer holding her (she was not a horse who could be tied, even a little bit). 


The arena was being used for lessons, and I ended up taking over-holding Warp and people started to leave the ranch slowly… one by one. 


When things got interesting was when I sat there from 4pm- around 8pm….Robyn would come up to me and say she wouldn’t know where Michelle was, and then forget two seconds later that she just told me that Michelle was at her dad’s in San Marcos… Then Becky was there, said Michelle was on her way home, but they may not euthanize because the guy who hauls bodies away- his trailer broke… then Michelle said she would be home shortly… she was stuck on the 78. (insert eye rolls)… I was starting to get pissed.. I was texting back and forth with Michelle telling how upset I was, and that if this was a matter of funds, I’d happily call a vet to come PTS her, or if it was a matter of being hauled off; that I knew someone who could do it.. otherwise wthell. Finally by 8pm…. 

Everyone had left except a small number of us and Becky asked me if I was going to leave ? (ha! After all the lies that day?) I looked Becky in the eyes and said “you better call the fucking cops if you expect me to leave”


So, Becky took that as a ‘f-off’ and started out and grabbed Grant and gave orders to Brittany (Michelle’s daughter) and a boy named Turtle to grab tarps while she grabbed the gun. 


She came back out, grabbed meds and I started walking Warp down to the gravel road by Michelle’s home. Becky explained to me about how when hey shoot the horses via .22 that they usually fall and their bodies twitch and do what they call “running to heaven”.  (Insert my poker face- I’ve been around a number of euthanasia’s via gun shot in Texas when I assisted an Equine Vet and there, it was shoot behind the ear-aimed to the opposite eye-pull trigger-one and done, body drops no twitching-dead –soooo sure thing lady). 

Sure enough… she sedated Warp, aimed for above-and middle of the eyes and shot her…. Her body “Ran to heaven”.   When I examined her rear Right hoof once she was down, it was obvious, her coffin bone had punctured through the sole of her foot on Friday and that’s most likely why she was in so much pain and there was so much blood… her canker had completely deteriorated the entire hoof…



Next was Grant. 


Im not sure why there is so many stories, and why people have said such vicious things… but I can definitely say that you just have no idea what you’re talking about.


We walked Grant from the trailer to the gravel road, next to Warp. There was a lot of tears, and sad sobs.. Becky told me how she loved Grant and this was extra hard on her, as she had taken him on as her own project and when it came time to saddling him for a ride and his intense reaction that when they had the chiropractor out, it was confirmed he has shattered a wither bone. He was in pain. And she had felt horrible for not recognizing it before hand, and how she felt that she let him down. This was hard for her. That’s when she sedated him, and held the gun up and shot him. When she went to shoot him, he raised his head at the last second, and her shot was not a kill shot. He backed up, stunned, and fell down the hill into the barbwire and a large over grown bush/tree and was twitching and moaning and coughing blood… Becky reloaded as quickly as possible, she jumped down before any of us could and shot him again. A couple of times. 


Yes. It happened. Becky missed. I’m still not entirely sure why HiCaliber euthanizes this way, but they do. 


I was there, I’ve seen when it doesn’t work. 

…and yes, trust me… My first real experience with HiCaliber goes out with a bang- I was emotionally robbed and asked Becky for some damn Fireball as I’d never tried it and needed some. Stat.So we sat and cried, and drank. 


I ended up leaving and driving home before too long, it was late and I had a family at home… on my way leaving the ranch I saw Michelle come driving in-as I passed.


Michelle texted me a couple of times that night telling me how much she was shocked that had never happened and she needed to switch out the ammunition and how –angry she was was and I just simply told her, it wasn’t Becky’s fault and to please tell her that she did everything she could have- given the certain circumstances.


That day…. SUCKED.



Tricky: He was return from Maloree Hanks, who did training on him, for soundness issues and went to the ranch and then into my care… The day I picked him up – he would not load and Dana and her bf Cory at the time were there at the Ranch and spent hours trying to load him in front of volunteers who watched and eventually I found out once I got him home-  It was obvious that when Dana took him up to the barn he was drugged without my knowledge and that’s how she got him loaded (oh joy) he was so drunk once I got him home that day that he fell out of my trailer and could hardly stand (I had taken video of that as well) I was flabbergasted. Who does that? And doesn’t say “oh take it easy driving home on your washed out dirt road cause he can’t stand or lift his head” ugh. Well, I eventually started him under saddle & it was obvious he was not sound and very laminitic even with shoes and pads and drugs, he still could not remain sound for even light riding or turn out time.. so Michelle eventually started talking about euthing him to save on funds because the farrier could not get him sound and that was when Dr Grove mentioned Denerving at around $400…. And with me trying to consult people figuring out what options this horse had before being euthed that was when Maloree put forth the funds and ended up adopting him in a record time.


OTIS: Good lord, this poor horse. He came to me the same day Warp died. He was one of the horses I took home, and came to me with long feet and hair for days. I brought him home and started to figure out that what his issues were… he was barn-sour… and not even in the ok-we-can-manage type of way.. someone, somewhere let him get away with murder… so, we began training. And we went to so many different places like you wouldn’t believe… the mountains, the rivers, and bushes, and worked cattle… we had several people come to meet him, and several people all said they wanted him and then dropped the ball, either didn’t send a payment or didn’t finish the paperwork… so, my work continued. Finally 3mos in… I decided to ask Michelle if he was ever tested for Cushings (PPID)- her exact words were “Yes, I believe so and he doesn’t have it” –uhm…. I didn’t believe her. So, the next time I had WCEM out, I just had them pull blood and tell me the results and bill HC directly…. (I was playing games). So they did. And usually results take a couple of days, and I had his within HOURS…. He was positive.. and his numbers were EXTEREMLY HIGH. So we started him on pergolide immediately. (I was mad-why lie?) Now…. I’m pretty uneducated when it comes to cushings (PPID).. and while I thought I had done all the research there was on it… it wasn’t until much later- that I discovered we did a sincere injustice to him and his potential adopter. Yes, good ole Otis found his forever person in one of my students… and she fell ass over elbows for him and has done all the research humanly possible… what Hicaliber once boasted about Cushings medicine being only around $60 a month…. Was now going to cost his new adopter around $170 …. And not only that, but something I hadn’t learned while fostering Otis, was that once they’re put onto pergolide- that the horse needs to be retested 30days later to see if the dosage is correct and again 30 days AFTER that to ensure the new dosage is correct and then again once every year. These tests are about $140 each. While that is something every Potential new owner should consider… these aren’t exactly things hicaliber disclosed nor was it something that you can readily read online somewhere.


Pickle : A beautiful Horse came to me for fostering, out of North Herd barefoot and lame. This was the first time foster people tried to get me to sign a foster agreement of any kind – and when I read it over I laughed out loud. They first said he was sound when I had video of him walking up the hill to my trailer at HC lame… and then there were silly things like they’d only cover up to $60 worth of feed per month and I was supposed to cover everything else -ha. Nope. I refused to sign, asked for changes or a different written agreement and never got them.  (I never once had a foster agreement contract on any of my horses). So I immediately requested Pickle see the farrier and have shoes and pads put on-on HC’s tab as he was known to have laminitic issues and couldn’t be sound – no one ever got back to me so I trailered him on a Wednesday to their ranch and had a farrier do it anyways. That’s when I learned he also had returned from a previous Foster needing a hock flushed and be put on previcox from the vet who was there – so sure enough, on shoes and the right medication I got him sound and going good under saddle and into a home faster than I could blink an eye.


Kira: one of my faves. Came to me scared and uncertain but such a sweet sweet horse. I saw her out in south herd and said “mine” lol. I just needed to get her out of there and into a home. I brought her home and found that she was green as a green bean. I put hours upon hours into her both on the ground and in the saddle and threw my entire heart into that horse so that we could get her into a home… other than general hoof attention I felt she was pretty well off. I was able to find her a home with a friend of a friend… it was a perfect match! I was stoked on life… up until I realized that Hicaliber dropped the ball in listing adoption fee’s on their website (June 2016) and she was still listed as $500 (supposedly that’s the rate that all horses start at when they come in from auction). And well, there was her fee. False advertising? I (as a trainer for HiCaliber, we do not make ANYTHING from the adoption of a horse while HC covers hard costs- this is strictly 100% donated-time/work spent, nothing-Not a penny from their adoption goes to the Trainers). SO, its no surprise that I was mad as hell that I did all of this work for HiCaliber – to be able to adopt this horse out for a reasonable fee, and HELP THEM and have THEM benefit it- and instead they dropped the ball, and gifted my hard work away so absolutely no one benefited except the horse….which, in the grand scheme of things-should be whats important right? (RIGHT)… I was just mad that I did this for them to put coin in their piggy bank -to feel that they spit in my face… Oh well – SHES IN A MORE THAN INCREDIBLE HOME. Mark this off as a lesson learned. 


Essie- wow. This horse. Talk about a whirl wind. I’ll never forget when I went to the ranch one time and saw her in one of the runs down in “Quarantine” and Michelle asked me if I thought she was “neurological”.. I looked at her and went… uhhh no. she’s just gaited. So, that day, Michelle wanted her to have a fly mask put on and I went into the shit filled run, and attempted to approach her. We were out there for a while, and she kept dodging me and hiding behind another horse… so I basically said – f-this, it isn’t my horse… not my problem. So then Michelle stepped in, and chased her around and never was able to catch her and we moved on…. Later on, she asked if she could send Essie to me and have me work with her… Of course I would! So Dana ended up hauling her to my house one day and put her in a stall while I was gone… and I came home and was shocked. So. This is what she looks like when she isn’t in a “herd”. She acted feral. So, I gave her space. I waited about 8-10days before even stepping into the stall and messing with her.. when I did, I was horrified. I recognized instantly – she was BLIND in one eye. (This changes things). I sent Michelle a text saying gee thanks for the heads up… and she replied that she had no clue…shocker. WELL, the eye was draining a lot, and I ended up having WCEM out and examined her.. It was clear it was due to trauma, as we pulled out chunks of white wood shavings from her eye. (same white wood she was enclosed by at HC). It was the vet’s theory that there were so many flies, that when the horses don’t have masks and rub their eyes and faces on the fences (much like Essie must have)-that pieces of the wood got in the eye and obviously the general rubbing/pressure of rubbing injured her eye). So I immediately went back online and started looking up photos of Essie at Intake and again when they sent out a plea for foster… sure enough, in a matter of a month or so… she CLEARLY went blind and her eye was injured. What a devastation… and then, she was chased around and hooted-and-hollared at by idiots who were trying to put a fly mask on her and all they basically did was scare her. How could she even bother to trust anyone ever again? While this was horrifying news to me, I continued on. Not my first rodeo with blind horses… I got her under saddle, and ponying out on trail through rivers and the ocean.. but no luck in finding her a home. Wasn’t until I reached out to Denise of Tracy Acres and explained the entire situation and that I was willing to help sponsor her feed and any medical bills and then she explained to me she was at max with her number of horses and she just took on Donovan and Milo and they wont be able to help me because they just cant financially do it. Then of course, out of no where Michelle was asking me about returning Essie to their ranch due to their lack of funds or if I was going to adopt her or what…. Well fudge. I don’t charge HiCaliber hardly shit. I asked for $260 a month for FEED and basic care, and then I work with their horses for FREE  2-3x a week…. So, the fact that $260 to cover just feed was too much for them, was frightening to me. So what does one do? Did I want her in the beginning of winter- to return to the knee deep mud being thrown back into a herd and chased by ropes and non-horse-knowledgeable people? Oh hell no. 

I adopted her. And swore to myself id find her a home.  She is still in search of a sanctuary. ((side note, since my interaction with Denise Tracy I was not so surprised to hear she has adopted not only one, but 3 more blind horses who needed help through HiCaliber, who HiCaliber raised major funds for… while again this is no surprise to me.. this is a devastating blow to me, how could HiCaliber snobb their own horse, ESSIE out of a potential home? Is it because I was already doing the hard work? And paying for a lot of stuff already? why?)) It was also a shocker to me that 4 mos later, during routine dentals at my own ranch that we would discover she was not in her early teens but late 20s… Sigh. Well this should be interesting to find her a home now.



Gabana: slaughter truck 11 mare. Or as I call her, WORLDS OLDEST HORSE lol. My heart tugged when I saw her. She was depressed and declining at the ranch… I had to take her home… so I did. I put in an app, and brought her home… turns out, on the her vet intake-her teeth were noted “WRL” (Within Reasonable Limits) HA!!! I think I laughed so hard, I threw out a rib. That poor horse has no back teeth. They are freaking gone. Lol. So yes, WITHIN REASONABLE LIMITS because of her age.. she needed to be on a moosh diet and not hay. So we have obviously put her on said diet and she is THRIVING!!


Payton: Said to bolt when they test rode her, and had magically came up on their dollar menu. Welp. I was actually going to take her on as their new $1 holla program and try it out… SURPRISE, she was green but definitely broke to ride and an awesome little trail horse. I loved her and am still debating whether or not to find her a home. – probably the only horse I haven’t had any issues or SURPRISES arise from. I’ve known at least from day number one to expect the worse, and from day number one I’ve gotten nothing but pleasant surprises. Maybe that should have been my plan all along? Just assume NOTHING is ever done when said… and expect the worse.



Kirek: Oh man, this mare!! Talk about HELL ON WHEELS. She came into our ranch like a freight train. She was happy one moment and the next she was rearing, bucking, kicking, striking, teeth baring, charging at fences or at you while you cleaned her pen (lol). This horse was rotten as rotten could be. And I quickly determined whatever the heck happened at that ranch meant she needed to decompress here. So we let her just be. And handled her accordingly and had one or two come to Jesus meetings. Mama-don’t play! And while her tantrums minimized… it was clear she needed a job and a purpose. It was also clear, that the farrier was a TRIGGER for her… wow, have I never seen a horse loose their shiz when seeing the sight of someone –wow! What a jaw dropping experience… something, I felt horrible about… she needed a change. She needed something different. And boy was I surprised as hell when her adopters put in an app for this girl. They basically said they wanted her as a PROJECT and to use for Clinton Anderson’s training camp… HELLS yes!! BOOTCAMP!! Well, to my shock and dismay- the potential adopters arrived to think they were looking at a quarter horse…. Little did they know she was gaited, and that was pretty much almost a deal breaker. Next, SURPRISE! Kirek was mistakenly labeled as $1 on their website and her real adoption fee was $800…. Ha! Sure enough, don’t you dare ask me how or why this was pulled off- because I call this a miracle… but the adoption for this family took something along the lines of 30days! And there was a TON of back and forethness and A LOT of lying and beating around the bush. One person in adoptions would say that they were checking references and needed to do a home check, and another email would say “please bare with us, we are all volunteers with full time jobs and families thanks for the patience” and then there was Michelle emailing the family and then beating around the bush again.. this poor family texted me on an almost every other day basis… WOW. Just wow. What on earth would take THIS LONG… finally, the 4th week… the family texted me saying they were giving up… obviously HC didn’t want them to have her.. well, let me tell you – 8pm at night I was on the phone in my car on my way to dinner – BEGGING – literally crying… telling this family to not give up… and that I’ll try my hardest to get HC to respond and get the paperwork back to them… and that if needed, they could come back and pick her up and I’d send her off with my own paperwork and one HC’s blank adoption contract for her to sign and she could take her… ((why you ask? Hello! It only takes $9.99 a month to do a criminal background check on ANYONE, it takes less than 24hr to find their family members, friends, associates, their work and it’s address, where they live, how long it takes for them to get to work or their general grocery stores -google map their address, cyber stalk them and get any info humanly possible on a person and if HC hadn’t done it by now- shame on them! I of course already had! And it didn’t take me 4weeks to do it & their DocuSign is an easy template- plug in the horse’s info and go- not to mention send someone to do a home check… )) ugh. I ended up going off on adoptions AGAIN…. AND AGAIN IT DOES NOT TAKE A MONTH TO DO THIS KIND OF WORK- while they clearly had plenty of time to do umpteen live videos on the weekends but couldn’t answer one of this families emails or fill in a contract)) sure- shit enough….after my blow up on Adoptions… Adoptions magically had a contract done and signed off to the adopters and they were at my door step the next day… WOW – and when they arrived they explained the only reason why they stuck it out, was because they felt I was the only honest person throughout the entire transaction (wow). What does someone say to that? Here I am supposed to be representing an organization and I was dumbfounded… how could I defend them and act professional? I blew it off…said thank you, stayed humbled and presented them with MY commitment documents-to my fosters. If HiCaliber fails, I will always offer a buy back policy for the lifetime of the horse, >> I << microchip my fosters and register them to me and I offer a 60-day continual training contract incase they ever decide they need vice fixed or just need to horse to be worked while they are away or injured… they can sent the horse back to me for 60days for FREE…. Yes, I DO CARE and I do want the best for these horses.



Piper: another horse, another victim of neglect. Poor Piper. She had been with HC since 2013, a part of the famous Granny Wrinkles save… and has been adopted, returned, adopted, returned, fostered and then returned… and then I got her. And she was originally sent to me as a foster, I had her for maybe 20days and during that time I had found all kinds of issues… she was deathly scared of being tacked up and saddled  (like the sight of a saddle sent her into a fit, she had tried to throw herself down several times when we would just take one out and set it down infront of her- it was bad) and she was super cautious about certain issues and just bad! Well, I saw hope. And put in for app and got her for the dollar menu… thinking… ok this will be easy… ha, wasn’t until I got my contract I was told that she had put her previous trainer from Ramona in the hospital and it was a serious injury with brain bleeds… well, ok then. Thanks for sending her to me to TRAIN and didn’t bother saying anything until NOW-when I put in an application… fun. Great. Thanks. Signed it… and carried on… Did I mention Piper is looking for a new home now??? LOL!! All joking aside, we worked through her issues and she AMAZING… but what the hell!!

Gertie /NEVA : while this isn’t my horse, (or as I feel conflicted)this shouldn’t be my story to tell, but I feel like if it isn’t told… No one of real importance will ever know. January 16th 2017 – Neva was adopted by a long time volunteer who had dedicated her body, heart and soul to the rescue. She was their religiously stripping stalls, doing meds, helping farrier and vets, moving and doing all the grunt work. This woman? She gave her all to that ranch and decided Neva was the horse for her… January, she scheduled with me to adopt Neva and send her to me for 30days for an easy tune up…. Easy peezy right? HA!! At 4pm in the afternoon, I arrived truck and trailer ready to haul and little did Neva’s owner know… she’d find beloved Gertie in Price arena, DEAD. Stuck in mud, (price arena’s mud was knee deep) and according to biz desk (HC’s secret group for volunteers) Gertie’s body was discovered at morning feeding, and sat out in the sun all day (not covered) in front of the gate and because the mud was so deep, and a guy who hauls bodies off couldn’t get into the arena… they had to wait on Becky to arrive home later on that night to use her tractor to dig and pull Gertie’s body out for the body-removal dude.. WOW. We ended up having to make poor Neva go over Gertie’s body to get out of the arena. Well, after a quick rinse- onto the trailer she went. And homeward bound she went. She was barefoot and unsound. Well fudge. I was obviously not going to be able to school her anytime soon.  Within the first couple of weeks we had the vet do her teeth (they needed to be done and hadn’tbeen) she was scoped to check for after effects from Strangles (as she was one of the victims who got strangles from the ranch)… her rear legs swelled up like balloons and skin started sloffing off. She had Mud-fever or also known in the east as “Scratches”. It’s common in horses who are kept in poor conditions, deep mud and bacteria fungi –shit hole essentially… (please, read up- and educate yourself… its 110% avoidable) we fought hard to help her heal. She also had xrays, multiple vet appointments with different vets, farrier appointments left and right – shoes, pads, shoes with different pads, shoes with gel pads, shoes with acrylic pads and finally that was the golden ticket..  it was conclusive as the farrier was starting to see a pattern with the HC horses becoming lame… that they were all in deep mud and walking on their heels. So their heels were worn down and their toes long… Neva ended up making a full recovery and is full of piss and vinegar again and is finally home with her owner. But not before her owner spent THOUSANDS on top of THOUSANDS to SAVE her after the initial “rescue” did. 



Grace- well in December 2016, as HC’s Trainer director it was my duty to go check on Grace while she was at Buzz’s and after she dumped Robin on her back weeks before. Well, I went and saw and conquered. I was impressed and shocked with how well trained she was and seemed… we did everything and went everywhere and she was great. I was half heartedily wondering what she was doing still in training but whatever… Buzz was doing his job, she was a nice horse. So OF COURSE I bragged about Grace. By March, something had happened and between December and March, Grace had returned to the ranch and had “Thrown” and/or “thrown and bolted” with three riders. Hunnnn….. well that’s interesting. What on earth happened? Well, her behavior landed her on the euth list and caused a HUGE uproar within HiCaliber. Robyn was quick to bat and defend Grace but Michelle wanted no part of it. So naturally, Neva’s Adopter stepped to the plate because by March she was deeming Neva as a lost cause, and forever companion/pet. Neva’s owner stepped up and put in an app, and was approved and was ready to be picked up. So, having just had the vet out the day prior to remove a shoe to do xrays again, we took Neva with us on a Wednesday (knowing the farrier would be there to have the shoe put back on) and we’d pick up Grace in one go –ha! Funny story… or not so funny. Upon pulling into the ranch, I was on my phone driving (I know shame on me-but it dinged and I looked) and there is little Taylor (18yr old) in her golf cart driving over to Michelle’s house with a rear hind horse leg is in the back. (annnnnnd click. Photo-click-save) and I glance over and viola there is Michelle on her front porch with another leg playing doctor. (Because this is for human-knowledge and understanding). What makes that – any different than that From David Aguilar where she got HiCaliber Americana from? Shoot, David lives down the road from me… He’s out there chopping up cows, pigs, chickens, horses on the weekly…. How is she ANY different than him? He was obviously never convicted of any crimes from that “rescue effort” when Michelle as an ACO took animals from him- did she learn this from him? Is there a secret “scape goat” that I need to know about? I mean, what kind of person goes and kills a horse, chop off it’s limbs and then proceeds to play with them on her front porch  (these are all thoughts that raced across my mind as I continued to drive through HiCaliber’s property and around and parked by Pyramid, well enough of that- There’s the farrier, jump out, take Neva out- lets make this quick… he tacks on the shoe and pad again… and Neva’s owner goes and grabs Grace… of course Grace is up the hill in Training-area, and SHIN deep in mud again… and can barley get out… (THIS IS MARCH NOW)… She finally gets out, and gets down, load the horses- brings them home. 



Put Grace in a secluded pen and treat her as if she is sick… ya know… to just be safe…. WELL SURE GOOD THING I DID…


In 48hrs, She had a 102+ fever and was symptomatic of Pigeon fever (Strangles). FUUUUUUUUDGE! And surprise….. Joplin in North Herd was also symptomatic (per Biz Desk-fb volunteer page)… when I confronted Michelle and advised her and let her know we were going to have Grace’s snot cultured and had be monitored for Strangles…Michelle claimed there have been no actual cases, and no one had any of the same symptoms… (those Joplin was just pulled from North herd, and Grace was in Training area) well OK THEN…. More horses continued to pop up sick at their ranch btw and she never once told a soul about Grace and bothered to mention to keep an eye- nope. Nothing. Two weeks later Joplin was euthanized for supposed “soundness issues” and we continued to quarantine Grace. Grace ended up staying with me for quarantine and to do that 30day training Neva’s owner paid for back in January… so I did, and WOE. Complete different horse. Grace was nervous, uncertain, distrusting, spookish, and over all a completely different horse from back in December. Which leads me to two theories… 1) HC fucked her up from her return from Buzz’s (4mos prior) and made her regress into this violent little bombshell so bad that I could hardly recognize her OR Buzz drugged her in December. While I know Buzz, and his association on The Arab circuit, I find the drugging theory unlikely. So, what on earth happened to her?  Sigh. We still have Grace, and of course will continue to do right by her and helping her find her forever home. Putting a bullet in-between her eyes, in my opinion is not the answer. We also learned around the annual dental check ups around here  that on her paperwork stating she was 8yr old was not only wrong but she was actually in her mid-20’s.




We then come to 

Bastille: I went and picked up Bastille some time in January and originally thought he was the bees knees in horses.. although a yearling, I originally thought that he had a good mind and was going to be easy to find a home for. HA! I should know by now, people don’t just send me horses because they’re “nice”. Other than feet, he seemed in reasonable shape, probably happy to no longer be standing in mud… in a couple weeks time, he put on a decent amount of weight, and started GROWING- like sprouting like a weed… dang horse had hit a growth spurt, luckily I had only been doing ground work with him and working on manners as he was older and appeared that he had never been handled. Wasn’t until the farrier visit that I discovered, he had been in a foster prior where they hadn’t handled him hardly any –if at all. Well FML. Lol. His attitude had begun to blossom and he was gaining weight and growing rapidly, and as I kept saying… If he was mine, I’d be waiting a year or better to ride and give him a work load, but I felt that it was imperative that he get a good start now and slowly be brought into working.. well, thank goodness I followed my gut! Wasn’t until a couple months later I noticed his weight was fluctuating and something was amiss… called the vet and sure enough… his teeth were bad and needed to be done, and caps that were in the back were ulcerating his cheeks and basically I felt that I was neglectful in not checking his teeth right away! Ugh.  WHY hadn’t I gone with my gut in the beginning ? Why didn’t I fully check his mouth beforehand? Maybe I just thought he had baby teeth and didn’t need a dental yet? I don’t know… shame on me for not checking and shame on me for not being on top of it…


In May, he ended up injuring himself and striking a railing the wrong way tore open his leg above his hoof.. I asked to call the vet, and was turned down. Michelle claimed it would be a waste of time based on photos… suggested I use drugs and staple it myself… which meant I had to do drive to HC, go into the med room myself, grab drugs, return home, sedate, clean it, return to the ranch to grab staple gun because after I cleaned it and sent pics, she THEN suggested I staple it… well f-it… I drove right back over and grabbed stapler and came back and ended up having to treat it again and deal with him again… poor dude. All of MY headache could have been avoided and probably they could had saved money if they just let me call the vet. I was mad as hell. 


Admittedly, by the end of May dealing with Bastille’s less than pleasant- young-colt-attitude with doctoring and removing staples etc, I had it my mind… I was hanging in there for the sake of Bastille… with his less than pleasant attitude – if he returned to HC’s ranch… he’d be listed as a fuckhead-Friday horse, regress in handability, and most likely be shot for behavioral issues… all I needed to do was try like hell to find him a home so he didn’t have to go back. I NEEDED to hang in there – for the sake of his life. 


Welp. The day finally came. Last day in June, and Michelle was done with me… (and I her, trust me when I say the feelings were mutual) They wanted to bring Bastille back to the ranch to save on funds… because obviously- paying for hard expenses such as feed was too hard at my place, so they needed to think logistically… well, kootos to them…I needed to think about what was best for Bastille… sigh. Insert the meme of the woman who adopts 32 dogs while her husband sleeps and she greets him with a good morning smile- I offered to adopt him for a reasonable fee and rehome him myself provided they agreed. And viola. His contract was magically done in less than 24hrs. Greaaaattt!!! ANYONE WANT ANOTHER HORSE? Lol.


If you are still with me and wondering where I am going with this – it’s simple.


Again, these are events that have happened, that I CAN PROOVE and they are heavy on my heart. This is not to discourage anyone from adopting from any particular rescue and this is NOT to bad mouth anyone.


These are facts. This happened. And these are my emotions behind it.


I stepped up and got involved because I believed in the GREATER PICTURE. “For the horses” – I believed in someone and I believed in a cause and threw my heart, body and soul passionately into it like a blundering idiot without a brain. Because, lets face it – that’s what we all have done!


Yes, absolutely they have had my back 80% of the time and the other 20% with Michelle shit talking me behind my back to others… which, cool if it makes her sleep better at night- whatever tickles your panties.


I have just reached a point in my life where I am done. I have no business being involved in rescue. Maybe I should have learned my lesson from Debra Hawk and Fallon livestock yard, or Sharla Sanders and Second Chance race horses, or how about Rebecca Cook and her shit show in Nuevo or  how about Linda or Liz in Anza, CA.


All good people and organizations that’s started with Good intentions that Just went to shit.


Maybe I should have taken a long hard look at myself and realized that any time I’ve ever gotten involved in SOMETHING that I thought was good- it has turned to shit. Maybe I’ve screwed up somewhere in my own moral compass.


But what I can tell you, is that THIS is not right.


There comes a time where you, as a person who owns animals (any species) will have to ask yourself at least once in your pet’s lifetime the question “what is humane” (what is the right thing to do or what is the right way to care for this animal). And you will have to answer yourself.



You can go off what the ASPCA recommends by some handbook, what the federal government deems, and then you’ll have your passionate preachers and your non chalant pet owners… but, what ever you come up with – at the end of the day, you will have to ask yourself it.


to me, for horses… it’s to be kept on flat ground, provided with feed, water and shade and free of manure and pests such as flies and rodents etc. horses should not have to live with ongoing medical conditions/ailments or unkept feet. They should receive exercise (at least once a week) they should be checked on & at least physically examined more than once a week. They should be cared for and loved and properly groomed. It’s not hard. Or at least not rocket science.


If an animal isn’t taken care of, usually someone calls the humane society… heck, if you lived in Norco, CA your neighbors would be calling your ass into the humane society for not picking up the pile of poop your horse just dumped 20min ago….. no joke.


I believe in Quality not quantity. I believe in thriving and not just surviving. I believe in actual rescue and not feed lot conditions… but everyone is different- what may mean “rescue” to me, may not to you or someone else.


If you support HiCaliber- then I give you mad props. And suggest that you stick with it… if you love them, then throw yourself into it fully – and I mean full- body, heart and soul and be there for those horses- they sure as hell need you. So, be there for them. Be their voice and be passionate about what you represent. And that is probably the best advice I can give -It has done nothing but open my eyes, and I encourage it!


As for the others, I encourage you to come forward and speak- we have SELF- HELP GROUPS 😉lol. That part is a joke. Ok maybe a lame one.. but it’s true. There are those who were once heavily and intimately involved (FOR YEARS) who know shit that no one else does and like you, have a screen shot on your old phone (like I do) and you have witness accounts that feel something that is just heavy on your heart. I welcome you, I love you and urge you to speak. Michelle’s not going to do anything, Ingrid maybe Romney or Rene may be quick to BS everyone but, the most they would do is try to blame ME or their “haters” for getting to you like some rabid disease.  We can call it #truthitis


(Unless you signed a NDA – then you’re a fucking idiot- I still love you but you’re an idiot) & I’ll call you my personal #villageidiot lol… but if u need a beer or cup of wine to just vent – you can do that. “If it’s not in writing- it never happened”


So, just keep in your mind though – As I’ve been told countless times, “small trickles lead to bigger streams”


It does count. It does matter.


Your experiences won’t be deflected or ignored. Post it on your own page. Make it public, or to your friends..  hell, YELP and the BBB are looking better and better each and every day. One thing HiCaliber has refused to acknowledge is one simple and key Life Rule in the Equine Business :



“The Horse world is small. So small, that you might want to be careful; who you shit on”


I hope I have brought some more insight to your eyes, this was not written in vain or with any ill wishing.. “if” they fall, it will be a devastation on everyone’s behalf.. I just simply wish them the best, but I sincerely hope they get their shit together. I clearly could not make a difference within their village, so maybe you (the one reading this) can? I wish you best- who ever you are- I just needed to vent my troubles and my painstakingly passion to “Help”. Obviously, I could not help HiCaliber from the inside out… maybe I can encourage them to look at the bigger picture-and-fail-forward from the outside. There are still villagers and village idiots that I love, and i will never judge you because I know exactly what you’re going through and I know why you’re there. I just wish there was more I could do to help make a difference.



Signed, I’m sure… (my new label)



Rhiannon Huppert

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Does anybody know if there are any California women’s prisons that have animal programs?  Asking for a friend.  Ok, not even close to a friend, just asking.  Actually, just wishful thinking at this point.  I dream of orange.  Never have I dreamed more of it than the past few days.  I won’t bore y’all with my writing process other than to say I kinda had a post just ready to go in my mind and then, as they always do, HiCaliber shit their pants and sunk to new levels of loathsome.  As a result, a few things have had to be pushed back a day or two and I’m going to have to do a few posts close together.  Due to popular demand and because this is an active situation, we’re going to spend some time with the Saban shit show and go from there.  Settle in for a long one, people.  Self medication is highly recommended; especially if you have rage issues.

As most of you know, we’ve been following the saga of poor Saban since he was branded a `Fuckhead’ by Charles Manson and sent off to have his ass handed to him by Andrew Fice, gunsel extraordinaire.  This was towards the end of May and Saban was already a bit ribby.  Fice mentioned that he came with a slight injury to his head and started to treat it.  Sadly, he treated it by sealing off the wound so the infection had nowhere to go but inside and by June 14th Saban was already back at HiCaliber unable to eat and the wound was much worse (WTF Wednesday ).  These dates are important because a lot of lying has happened about this horse on Manson’s part.  I’ve been covering Saban since he got sent to Fice and actually a bit before.  Even though Fice had zero clue why the horse `wouldn’t’ eat and Manson didn’t know either, it took myself and some other readers on this blog less than 30 seconds after seeing a clip of him to know that it wasn’t because of his teeth.  It was very clear the horse wanted to eat but was having problems with his upper jaw the way he was mouthing his food.  What ensued after the horse getting sent back to HiCaliber was Manson  playing doctor while claiming Dr Spini had been working on him.  Due to pressure from the village and this blog, she posted an update on the horse that was mostly her showing how afraid of the horse she is and saying how awesome Fice is and that the horse was `on the mend’.  (Saban June 19 ).  The interesting thing to note in the linked video, is she says `we don’t know what happened.  Maybe he bumped it on a pipe corral’.  The next we see of Saban is an update with Moss showing Saban turning into a skeleton as an abscess tried to blow out his upper jaw. (Dr. Moss and Michelle explain Saban’s`bone infection’ )  Moss indicates it’s likely a bone infection and they are treating it as such.  He indicated that the next step if treament didn’t work would be a CT scan.  Despite Manson’s histrionics and attempting to use Moss as a human shield, I don’t blame him.  He can only work within Manson’s parameters and she basically talks over every vet and forces her diagnosis on them, including saying that it was normal for Saban to get worse before he got better.  What she wasn’t saying is that Pam S, who most of you know from the comment section here, had already offered to pay to get Saban properly diagnosed and was not only getting royally screwed around by Manson having to show she won’t be told what to do, but completely disrespected and chastised in private by Manson and Ingrid because she dared to comment on this blog.  This was only after she had been treated like complete shit over at HiCaliber’s Facebook page by villagers and board members.  Here are some of the message they sent Pam but only after making sure her credit card was on file and Pam was covering the bills.

We should probably cut Manson a little slack that she didn’t recognize what Pam was doing.  Pam was actually setting her personal feelings aside and putting a horse first.  Manson may preach it but she doesn’t really practice it.  All this aside, somehow over the course of the past week Saban’s story had changed. He went from being a horse that had recently gotten aggressive to one that always was and came with all this baggage.  She also claimed that he arrived with the injury and they’d been treating it even before Fice got the horse, but on June 19th, she said she didn’t know when or what happened.  I’m sure she’s furiously doctoring up an intake record to cover her ass as she reads this.  What we do know for sure is that she showed no interest in what was going on with him at SLREH and it was up to Pam to give updates, which she faithfully did.  They could learn a thing or two from Pam about how to give an update.  She didn’t feel a need to disgust people or air her dirty laundry, she just gave factual information on how the horse was doing and where they were with his care.  Leave it to one of the HiCaliber losers to keep things classy.  This time the Cannabis Queen, Maloree, decided to get a dig in during one of the updates.  This would be the same super horsewoman that decided that it was the humane thing to do, to load Flloyd up and ship him 1700 miles across country to get a bullet in the head.

If it wasn’t for Pam that horse would still be standing in a stall starving to death because Manson never once even asked her village for help with this horse.  She’s been itching to shoot him for a long time now.  After there was finally a diagnosis for Saban (walled off abscess with damage to the TMJ joint) and an estimate for a treatment cost, Pam, rightfully made a request to have horse signed over to her.  She tried to handle that matter privately, but Manson not only rejected the offer, she got all shitty with her by posting the offer after she said she would keep their conversation private.


Here is Pam’s actual proposal to them:

I think it was a reasonable proposal.  She had already made a large investment in that horse and was prepared to spend even more.  She just didn’t want him to return to Fice or HiCaliber as the horse clearly did not thrive in either of those places, and she offered Manson an out on the horse that would save face.   In fact, one of the vets at SLREH had made the comment that Saban seemed more reactive towards men, so sending him back to Fice made no sense at all.  I’m not sure what Fice has on Manson, maybe he has pictures of her dismembering puppies or something, but she’s willing to alienate even more donors by standing by him.  It can’t be because she wants what is in his pants  The guy always sounds like he’s been huffing helium. As has become the norm lately, HiCaliber got a lot of flack for their stance on this issue and they alternated between banning people and tripping over each other as they tried to get their stories straight.


I also wanted to put this little clip up from May 19th were Manson basically indicates that Saban’s aggression was recent.  They had him since January and this was the first ever mention of it.  Also some of the statements she posted in the screen shots above were very telling.  She talks about nicer horses more deserving of care.  The biggest head scratcher was that she stated that regardless of Pam’s insistence on getting Saban properly diagnosed they would be at the same place in his treatment.  Ummm, no they would not.  He would still be back at the ranch starving while she and Dr. Moss treated a non existant bone infection with drugs that were never going to penetrate that walled off abscess and while we’re at it let’s talk about her insistence that he arrived at HiCaliber with it. Considering how badly it blew up and that it caused him to be unable to eat, what are the odds that was sitting in there since January?  Zero. Manson was in rare form though, not only content to ban a long time supporter and former volunteer, she actually took the time to private message her an obscene youtube video about taking it up the ass.  This was all before she decided to throw on her scrubs and head out to SLREH to shove the camera in Dr. Potenza’s face and attempt to get her to back up her bullshit.  That wasn’t before I got a shout out though.


I love how she refers to Dr. Potenza like they are colleagues and they are working together.



Showing off what cheaping out on dental work looks like.  WTH are her back teeth????

I have to admit it was pretty freakin funny that she had to put on scrubs to go talk to the vet. I was a bit surprised and more than a little disappointed she didn’t drape her stethoscope around her neck for effect.  The same vet who was not wearing scrubs even though she is a real vet and was working.  I don’t know why Manson bothers putting these poor vets on camera.  She talks over top of them and tries to steer them to say what it is she thinks.  It didn’t work out so well with Dr. Potenza.  Not only was she standing there petting  man-eating ​Saban while talking, she basically wouldn’t cosign on his `behavioral’ issues not being pain related stating that she didn’t really know the horse like they did.  People need to remember, that she wouldn’t know the timeline of this horse’s actual behavior issues probably being consistent with that abscess starting to brew (mid may).  She’s also a vet and not a horse trainer.  Knowing that there was likely no way that Potenza was going to lie for the camera for her, Manson went back to the car to make up some more lies so that the village idiots wouldn’t realize that horse was injured at the ranch and that she either inflicted it, overlooked it, or just flat-out neglected him.  While we’re at it, let’s talk about their concerns in letting Pam decide his future.  Set aside the fact that Pam is the one who cared enough about this horse to invest in him when they are too busy trying to talk people into naming flies and shit piles for money for their slush fund to raise money for his treatments.  Even though it appeared the majority of the village was on board with Pam getting the horse, the HiCaliber brain trust got all sanctimonious about how they could never just sign a horse over to somebody without knowing where it would go.  They conveniently forgot their $1 menu horses are able to be sold to wherever those trainers feel like without HiCaliber checking the home out.  Let’s look at how Saban was living at Fice’s place.

Think things might be better at HiCaliber?  Guess again.  This is the current conditions there.

Manson took the time to inform us on a live feed that it is too hot to clean pens because it they can’t drag the arenas or something.  I couldn’t follow the logic so I may be reporting that wrong, but there was some strange excuse for not picking up their shit in the hot weather that made no sense at all.  Privately, it’s a different story though.  They’re bribing volunteers to pick up shit.  I guess we’ll find out Monday who won the whole $75!  Notice you need to take a picture of your clean pen because it’s not like Manson or any of the other residents could be bothered to go check the pens for themselves let alone actually pick up a fork.

Do you recall the big hay switch and bait last week?  The sponsor a horse page vs. the raise money right now for a load fundraiser?  Numbers were flying everywhere and the math was not adding up.  For some reason they were asking for money to sponsor horses that were at Fice’s and other places, while horses on their death list were not mentioned.  Then on the other fundraiser I was having real trouble figuring out the math.  First, let’s go back to June 21st when they got a load of hay in and had everybody guess how much it was and how long it would last.


So, on June 21st, they were claiming that they were paying $8400 per week for hay.  Flash forward to last week and they are selling the village idiots a super great deal of a load from a new supplier that is going to save them all sorts of money for $8000.  Add up the ask on their Hay, hoof hero whateverthefuck and then add up the total cost of just the hay they are asking for is $100 per horse for 188 horses which would be $18,800 but they don’t say how long that feeds them for. It doesn’t make sense. I noticed the Appy, Breezy, is on the list for sponsorship, so I’m wondering if that meant they’ve blown through the 10k he came with.  It’s confusing and I think that’s on purpose.  Do you know what else is confusing?  The fact that Manson told us back on May 19th they were paying 4k per week for hay from yet another new supplier.  Kinda makes the $8400/week and subsequent numbers baffling.  Another thing that is baffling is that so many village idiots have not realized that without auction this week they had no funds to skim, so all this other stuff magically appears.  Not a single receipt or invoice was shown as per usual

Speaking of Breezy, he is not doing well and neither are the mares he came with.  He has somehow contracted Salmonella on top of losing a whole bunch of weight and packing an infection from being gelded.  Gee, imagine that!  Take an elderly stallion from the only home he ever knew and cut his nuts off within the first 48hrs he’s there and then wonder why he’s not doing so well in the heat.  Then take those poor crippled mares and stick them in a round pen with no shade and wonder why they are not doing great either. Blame it all on a change in feed.  Now that they’ve blown through the money they came with, I’m sure Manson’s interest in them is minimal at best.  Manson being the same rocket scientist that claims they don’t do dental on new horses because it’s too invasive but apparently castration is just fine.

I know these are old pics of Firetyme.   Despite being promised updates on him over a week ago, Manson has still not provided one.  We’ve had every excuse from not being able to upload to she’ll get to when she gets to it.  What is really at play is probably two things.  Manson is contrary at best and this is a sick little power play on her part.  She’s showing people she won’t jump.  Also, we know the horse is in really bad shape and after the Sully situation she knew that a second one in that condition would sink her so she’s not going to show him until she gets weight on him.  At the present time, he’s in the barn getting Thrive.  I’m hoping it’s the feed and not the bullshit that Satan sells.  Maybe that’s why we can’t see pictures of him. He’s covered in Thrive stickers.  Ok, I’m being sarcastic, but I wouldn’t put it past these people.  I wonder why they won’t just actually follow the UC Davis refeeding program and give that a chance.  It’s clearly working for Sully aka Willie at Sale ranch.  Even though he’s starting to show signs of some issues due to prolonged starvation, he continues to gain weight and look brighter.  What I do know is Manson is even dumber than I originally thought if she thinks people don’t realize what is going on.


July 7

I have to say this wasn’t the post I originally planned to put up today.  The Saban stuff kinda pushed its way to the front and I tried my best to put it in some order.  I have LOTS of other stuff that I need to get to including some more milk carton horses and some insider things which I know is always fun.  I will try to get something up in the next couple of days so we can get semi caught up.  If you sent me things to use, please know that I will as soon as I possibly can.  In the meantime, keep speaking up for the horses.  They’re counting on it!

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Here we go again…I’m going to have to inflict another long post that jumps around on everybody.  I figured if I didn’t get to it, I was never going to be able to catch up.  Even though there is no auction this week, who knows what the gun club over at HiCaliber will dream up to top up the piggy bank fund?  Then, since we’ve recently added the Thompson feed lot and their deadly duo to our roster, we need to touch base with them too and, sadly, updates on some of our milk carton horses.  I think I’m going to start with a bit of an explanation and a meltdown that many of you might not be up to speed on.  I was going to take the high road on it, but since fingers are being not so subtly pointed every which way including in this direction, I’ll deal with it and then hopefully, we can move on.


Referring to Snuggles

By now I’m sure that most of you have seen this screen shot.  It’s been floating around in the background for a few months.  Not a whole year, but a few months.  Yes, it hit my inbox and I was holding onto it.  I was doing so because I was asked to and I’ll get to that in a minute.  Sadly, there seems to be some bizarre race to break news about HiCaliber and this screen shot got into the hands of a group (screenshots below) who, I am told, are working closely with Rick and Laura Bell, who also operate under the name Rod Marcus.  Again, this is what I’m told.  I’ve been kinda done with the Bells since a few years ago when I posted about the conditions at their rescue at that time.  It’s a post called Antis Behaving Badly .  That was then and I still stand by that post even though it was Charles Manson Michelle, that blew the whistle.  Things were a lot different back then and the fact that Manson turned out to be a huge asshole, doesn’t make what was going on at Starlight right.  Manson was still maintaining the appearance of being a decent rescue and the horses at Starlight Sanctuary were in trouble.  I have no clue what the situation is now.  I do know that they got off on the charges and sadly, that’s the usual unless there it a case of extreme abuse.  Ever since then, rightly or wrongly, the Bells have been on a mission to bring down Manson and Romney Faye Baker.  It’s personal with them.  Sometimes the posts on their blog barely mention horses they are so blinded by their need for revenge and that is not for me to judge.  Blog away and get out your aggro if that’s what gets you through the night.  When it does become a pain in my ass is when they get hold of a sliver of information and run with it and make up their own story.  That just fucks up things for everybody takes away any credibility.  Such was the case with the screen shot.  Yes, that’s Manson admitting she sent an identifiable horse and at least one more to slaughter and yes, from everything we know, that horse was, in fact, Snuggles. We still haven’t identified the other/s and now that will probably never happen.  I’m sure many of you recall the absolute uproar over Snuggles and the conversation in this screen shot happened right before they came out and admitted that they traded Snuggles for Erick.  I think they thought, given the story they spun about Snuggles going to be a bucking horse, they could get away with it and I think they confessed because Snuggles, being a paint, was going to stick out like a sore thumb on Misner’s not very private lot, and yes it is MISNER and not Meisner.  At any rate, Manson and Romney Faye were fast on their feet and turned their fuck up into a money maker and got Snuggles back after soaking the village idiots for a bunch more cash.  Erick was lucky enough to go off to foster so he wasn’t doomed to starve to death at HiCaliber.   That’s the story behind that one screen shot.

Now, I don’t really engage much on Facebook because it’s a lot easier to fly under the radar that way and you get to see more things from that vantage point.  For some reason, even though the drama had died down over that screen shot, it flared up today.  Maybe it’s the heat and everybody is bored from being stuck inside in the A/C or something. I don’t know, but it resulted in a flurry of fuckery some of which seemed to be vaguely directed my way for some reason.  I don’t know much about this North American Horse Care Alliance other than they back The Bells and they think buying from Kaufman kill pen is cool but buying from Thompson feed lot is not. That’s their business but I’m not sure how you can be a real anti-slaughter advocate and be dipping kill pens and contributing to the problem.  For those of you new to this blog, this is not my first go around with the slaughter issue.  I fought the good fight against Sue Wallis and all those people back in the day and the one thing that made that all possible is it was a truly collaborative effort between a lot of blogs, websites and individuals.  There was none of this trying to get a scoop or competing against blogs.  I remember working closely with other blogs and linking back and forth.  We fought those battles together.  This whole thing with HiCaliber has turned into this bizarro race for the scoop and I’m here to say it’s stupid and it’s counterproductive.  I get a lot of information flow through my inbox and I try to organize it and present it so that people can make sense of it.  When I’m asked to sit on something, I do so because the bigger picture here is not just entertaining ourselves with how fucked up the players are, but to actually save some animals and I have to say, the people who comment on this blog seem to understand that completely.  Yes, there is a lot going on behind the scenes and no, I can’t always post about it because that’s not how things get done.  Any individual can report to the AG, the IRS or the Humane Society if that’ s what you want to do and it all helps.  Several sparks make a fire.  I’m not competing with anybody, but I’m doing the very best I can to help some horses in the long run, just like most of the readers here.  I’m getting things posted up here as soon as I possibly can.  The last thing I need is some other blog or organization throwing a tantrum because they don’t like how I do things.  So, with that being said, let’s hopefully lay this to rest and go our separate ways.

Satan has had a busy few days since we last checked in with her.  First off, she was deeply offended by some mistakes that were printed in the last blog, so I wanted to correct them.  Doughboy actually lost 19k gambling and not 15k when he filed that false police report and it wasn’t a probation violation but instead came down after one of his cattle theft arrests (Jacob loses 19k).  It is hard to get all his arrests around that time straight so hopefully that clears that up.  The most recent probation violation and prison panty buying live feed extravaganza was accurate though.  Satan didn’t really care about the previous post at all and to show how much she didn’t care, she made not one, but no less than three live feeds to tell us how little she cared including one where she read most of the post, up until it wasn’t about her anyhow, out loud for her adoring tribe members.  I’ll just say she can lie on the fly and hooked on phonics is not working for her at all.  It was kinda amusing to watch her stumble over the words that were more than two syllables and then to add or subtract words to completely change the gist of a sentence was interesting.  That is a real talent to be that quick on her feet.  She also spent the earlier part of Sunday doing yet another live feed showing us what a great horsewoman she isn’t.  It was amusing to see her single wide trailer behind her for part of the feed.  I have no issue with trailers as some can be quite nice.  What I do have an issue with is boasting about how wealthy you are when you not only live in a trailer, but one in close proximity to other trailers and you rent it.  Why lie and pretend you are something you are not?  Speaking of which, I was cringing having to watch her poor horse with an improperly fitted Pessoa on so all it was accomplishing was bugging the shit out of the horse and she’s fairly lucky the horse didn’t get hung up.  I’m sure it was lost on her tribe though and I should probably cut her some slack as the karma bus was headed her way with the first of hopefully many stops.


I realize laughing at other’s misfortune is probably bad form.  However, when that person is somebody like Satan that has caused the absolute suffering of so many innocent animals and actually made money, hand over fist, by doing so, then I’m ok with it.  She’s not dead, she’s not paralyzed and despite what Doughboy reported earlier in the day, she does not have a crushed pelvis and ankle.  I’m not a doctor, not even a 30% one, but I could tell by the way she was wiggling around and bending her legs to show off old injuries, that her pelvis was likely just fine and no, I’m not going to go for the obvious burn here either.  Her `crushed’ ankle was unimpressive as it didn’t even have much swelling and the severed artery turned out to be a bruise.  It seems she took a page out of the Charles Manson book of whipping a minor injury into a money making drama except she was far too upbeat in her dramatic emergency room live feed.  *yawn*

Speaking of competition, it seems that Manson and Satan are having a little one to decide who is the biggest douchenozzle.  Because they are slowly melding into one entity, Manson also decided to show us how little she cares about this blog by showing us she reads each and every comment and takes it all to heart.  I guess part of that is joking about shooting horses in the face, because that’s always good for a few laughs.  Despite promising everybody an update on Firetyme last Wednesday and saying she had filmed one, she has offered every excuse up from not being able to upload it, even though she can upload everything else, to treating everybody to a nonsensical post about her dog rubbing its rusty bullet hole on her arm.  I should say surviving dog as I was told that small animals come to curious ends at the hands of the Manson family.  So far, one pug (different from the one pictured in her post), one hairless kitty, a guinea pig and Pigeoto have all met premature ends with conflicting reasons why in recent months. Anyhow, even though the village idiots were amused and distracted by Manson’s antics, pretty much every other horse person noticed that there is still no word on Firetyme and that the horses she used for her little comedy videos are starting to lose condition.  Cammy and Merle have only been there a few weeks and there never was any intake information on either of them.  They came in with the ill-fated Posh and they are already looking like they’re losing weight.  Nike and Adidas were on the first load from Louisiana so have been there since mid May and neither has actually gained much weight nor does it look like they have seen a brush yet. Judging from the scuff marks on the back of Adidas, he’s not getting his turn at the feed enough to gain weight.  I would think rather than pissing around trying to prove how much they don’t care about us `haters’, their energies would be better spent proving us wrong and actually looking after horses as well as doing proper updates on them.  We’re so far from horses being first at HiCaliber, they’re hardly in the picture most times.

I thought it would be nice to have a little update on Sully, now named Willie.  It’s amazing what a week of proper refeeding can do for a horse.  I’m sure Manson will be claiming they got him ready to start gaining weight or something along those lines, but the fact is he was dying with them.  He still may have issues to do with starving crop up, but for now he appears much more enaged with life in the frequent updates posted from Sale Ranch.  Nobody has ever really said how old he was other than `old’, so that could be anybody’s guess.  The screen shots are from Satan and somebody has some explaining to do because the village was told they paid Doughboy $20k for 20 horses and now Satan is saying that is not so.  Of course nobody ever saw an actual receipt other than the initial one for the $2000 deposit that set this shit show in motion, so what the final total handed over to Satan and Doughboy is anybody’s guess.  Just keep on handing over that money village idiots…

HiCaliber Tanner was one of three weanlings bought from Misner last November.  He was the smallest one and had a lot of health issues to go along with that nasty fresh brand on his hip.  The vets did a lot of work on him to get him back on his feet and we aren’t sure how much Manson experimented on him when the cameras were off.  We were told he regained his health and he was adopted along with at least one of the other babies.  As some point in the last couple of months, little Tanner found his way back to HiCaliber and, as shown in his most recent picture, he’s not looking too well.  Still waiting for the`official’ announcement from Manson that he’s back and would be interested to hear where she shifts the blame for his condition and what diagnosis she pulls out of her ass.  Don’t let him slip away without a mention.


Sadly, it’s time to acknowledge some of the horses that have met their end at HiCaliber.  As with so many there, Sabrina and Mardi were not really heard of much after their intakes.  Sabrina was quite lame when they bought her but had been released from SLREH to go home after being brought straight there with another horse they bought called `Daughts’.  She took the tarp nap at some point after that. Mardi was never really heard from again after purchase aside from some mention she was showing signs of being neurological.  Manson was on a neuro kick at the time and was spending a lot of time swinging off horses’ tails.  Gertie was a bit different. She’s one that I’ve had a few requests about what happened to her in my inbox because she was around and being ridden for a while.  I can’t say when she got to HiCaliber because they seemed to have done a pretty good job of erasing her off the face of the earth and the only picture I could find was the one above, with Roy.  From what I was told, she died around the time they were having that strangles outbreak and she either died on her own or was shot, but the `cause’ was bastardized strangles aka a lung abscess.  RIP Pretty Girls. 😦


HiCaliber Curtis was recently euthanized without a mention.  He was lucky enough to get the needle and not the bullet.  He’s still just as dead and they were never going to tell people either because nobody thinks to ask after these horses.  Curtis had the misfortune to be with HiCaliber since last June.  He had spent part of his time in foster, but had recently returned.  His official reason for having to die was because he was really old, although the intake said he was 19 and they said he was pretty mean, even though they had said he was `great’ for an intermediate beginner’.  I was told he was losing teeth and condition right before he died. Whatever his issues were, I’m sick that HiCaliber continues to wipe horses off the face of the earth like they were never here.  RIP Curtis.


I think I’m going to leave things off here for now.  Hopefully, that will hold us for a few days and with no auction this week, maybe no new horses will have to go be warehoused at HiCaliber.  I shudder to think of all the live feeds Satan is going to inflict on people now that she’s hobbled for a few weeks.  The closer we get to the release of the Platinum Ticket documentary, the more manic she’s going to get, so buckle up!  Manson can mess around and not really give updates on horses for only so long before even the most loyal of village idiots find somewhere else to spend their lunch money.  Personally, I’m more than a little amused that my `hater’ blog is taking up so much space in what passes for their brains since neither of them can hardly come online without making some reference to the comments on here.  That’s a credit to the people making the comments and their willingness to even be patient with the odd village idiot that decides to come over here to teach us all a lesson.  I’m beyond amazed that somebody who was treated so rudely over on the HiCaliber comment section could put all that aside and put a horse first.  A horse that wasn’t going to get help any other way.  They weren’t even asking or thinking of doing right by him.  If that’s what being a hater is about, then sign me up!  I hope everybody has a safe and happy 4th, animals included!


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Today we’re going to switch things up a little bit.  We’re still going to cover those hilarious horse shooters over at HiCal but we’re also going to add their BFF and idol into the mix as well.  Of course we all know who Satan Tara Michelle Sanders is, but I think it’s time to give her a little more of the very thing she seems to crave the most.  Attention.  I’m going to do my best to do this justice, but I have to admit I’m a relative neophyte when it comes to all things Satan.  She’s been on my radar for a few years, but she actually has always irritated/stressed me out.  After she got run off the racetrack I thought I could just ignore her.  Foolish of me.  Where the HiCaliber contingent are like cartoon villains,  Satan is just completely  evil and hateful.  Deep evil.  Hard evil.  The fact that these two entities have joined forces is just straight up scary for any horse that finds itself in their path.  However, yesterday was kind of a good day for horses and their advocates and that’s what we’re going to deal with on this post.


tara thompson

I thought it best to do some brief introductions before we get into the really fun stuff and where better to begin than with Satan?  Depending on the day, Satan likes to tell people she’s either 27 or 30.  Every single public record I pulled has her between 36 and 38 which makes a lot more sense considering all the things she claims to have done and the fact she looks rode hard and put up wet most days.  Amazing barrel racer, A circuit hunter/jumper, leading racehorse trainer, the list goes on and on and none of it is true.  Yes, she probably chased a few cans.  Maybe she hopped a horse over a cavaletti or two and her race career was less than stellar.  She won a grand total of 5 races at a low-level track and didn’t make enough to keep Doughboy in donuts.  Her current gig, besides neglecting horses and conning people is multi-level marketing.  I don’t know too much about Le-vel but if she is an example of what the products can do for you, it’s not a great endorsement.  Tara has been with Doughboy aka Jacob Thompson off and on for a number of years.  In what capacity, I can’t really say since she claims they are not married, but is listed under his last name on several documents.  She also moves out on him at least once a year, so what their official status is anybody’s guess and I don’t really care either.  They are partners in crime and that is not in dispute.

Next I will introduce you to Jacob aka Doughboy, the convicted felon.   As you can see by his arrest record, he is a bit younger than Satan which makes her a cougar.  RAWRRR!  I always thought the idea of behind being a cougar was to get your claws into some hot young stuff, but whatever.  It’s not like she’s an upgrade from his first wife either.  Satan never exactly tells the entire story on Doughboy’s criminal history.  Like any good villain, she places the blame everywhere but where it belongs.  To make a long story short, Doughboy wrote a bunch of checks on some cattle when he had no money to cover them.  From what I understand he got caught in this little buy/sell scheme where he’d buy a load, then flip it quick and make a small profit.  Eventually it caught up with him and he ended up owing nearly half a million dollars, resulting in ten years probation and having to pay restitution.  Unfortunately for Doughboy, his elevator doesn’t run all the way to the top.  He makes a habit of violating his probation on a semi regular basis resulting in trips back to jail every so often; the latest being earlier this year when he neglected to tell one of his parole officers that he moved.  I think that was a 3 week stint that time and it resulted in my most favorite live feed ever.  After pretending like he was just out of cell range for about 4 days, Satan finally had to admit he was in jail and we were all treated to her shrieking and crying as she drove around and had to shop for prison panties for Doughboy.  It was the stuff of comedy legend.  He also had to go back to the concrete motel when the dumb ass lost $15k gambling in a casino (convicted felons are not supposed to be in casinos) and got the brilliant idea to file a false police report claiming he was beaten up and robbed in the parking lot.  Unfortunately for Doughboy, the security cameras did not support his story, so he was out the money and back in stripes over that brain wave. This all happened around the time of some other shadiness of personal horses dying under mystersious circumstances.  I just can’t wait to see what he comes up with next!

Now that you have met Satan and Doughboy, let’s briefly talk about the notorious feed lot.  Romney Faye Baker has alternately referred to it as `The nation’s largest kill pen’ and `the nation’s most active kill pen’.  Neither of these things are true but we shouldn’t be surprised because Romney Faye is often laying claims to lofty but untrue titles for HiCaliber too.  What the Thompson feed lot actually might be is the nation’s most filthy and neglectful one.  All kill pens suck and all kill buyers are shit, but Thompson’s take it to a whole other level, or they would if they were actually kill buyers.  They are not by any stretch of the imagination. Their pens are pure filth, if they feed the horses at all it is moldy crap that even cows wouldn’t touch and the pipe corrals are falling down and dangerous. That’s in addition to the disease and untreated injuries within their herd.  It’s not uncommon for horses to just lay down and die and their bodies left where they dropped until somebody eventually gets around to moving them, sometimes days later.  They have no contract to ship to slaughter and most kill buyers won’t have anything to do with them.  That’s not to say their horses don’t end up at in the pipeline, because they often do, but only if an actual kill buyer pics them up at whatever auction that Doughboy or his sire decide to dump them at.  Despite all their threats of them shipping direct to Mexico if people don’t bail the horses, that is just not so.  They have no ability to ship a slaughter load directly to Mexico.  I’ll get more in depth with their fuckery at a later date.  There is a lot of it to cover.

This was the live feed the kicked of yesterday’s freak out.  It’s also the shorter of many, which are also saved and posted around FB if you care to look for them.  I can’t listen to everything she posts because I’d have no time for my own life and animals, but this was the first of a few.  Thankfully, there are enough people willing to take one for the team, that we can take turns and still have an idea of what went on.  As far as I can tell, despite her rambling and contradicting herself, is that the Thompson lot and Dr, Hoerner are under investigation.  She basically blamed everybody from HiCaliber, other rescues, haters and finally Sully the horse for her situation.  She claimed that the USDA or Dept of Ag or the Illuminati or whatever had a plane flying over the lot for a long time taking pictures and because she is all smart and stuff, she figured it out and called them.  As near as I can figure they are getting busted on some paperwork errors and, when the inspector came to the lot they were as disgusted by the conditions as any other person with a shred of compassion would be.  A problem many advocates and horse lovers have had with them is that injured and sick horses are just left to languish and often die on that lot because they claim they can’t treat them if they are shipping to slaughter.  Obviously, this causes a lot of needless suffering, but according to Satan, she is only trying to save and rehome horses and will treat them as soon as they are purchased or some such bullshit.  Also according to her they were told to treat them or ship them immediately and Gary, sire of Doughboy, is tired of the drama so he’s just going to go get a contract and start shipping direct.

thl prohibition

The screen shot above is the proof that Doughboy has no contract to ship to slaughter, can’t get a contract to ship to slaughter and won’t be getting one for a few years yet and that is ONLY if he can pay his bond.  As far as I can find, Gary hasn’t had a contract in recent history and it’s just not a pick up the phone and get one situation.  Hopefully, that clears that up despite what Satan says.  The Thompson lot is not shut down as of right now but only under investigation.  Satan is claiming that Gary wants all horses out of there by July 4th and then they will no longer be doing the private sales.  That was her story at one point yesterday.  In between driving around ordering tacos and Mountain Dew, emotional eating and ranting in the Dillard’s parking lot and telling us all how super smart she is in stuff, she somehow managed to regroup and take a page out of the HiCaliber book of emotional blackmail and attempt to turn a negative into a money maker.  This was only after Charles Manson and Romney Faye Baker offered their very public support.  I guess this is the hill they have chosen to die on.

God help us and all horses if Satan reinvents herself as some sort of rescue/rehab situation.  As if the horses in Louisiana aren’t already screwed enough between their fuckery, Bastrop and then civilian abusive shits like the contingent that tortured Dr. Drip.  The legitimate rescues have enough to contend with without having to deal with Satan and Doughboy trying to join the club.  Then you have Manson’s letter of support which is basically a sign of them melding into one hateful entity.  I feel like I’m wasting my time with this blog and should be out looking for horcruxes or something. This is horrible.


Meanwhile, back at the west coast feed lot ranch, things have been eerily silent on the HiCaliber front.  Well, not really all that silent.  They have been attempting to be professional by what appears to be taking Dr. Moss hostage and using him as a human shield to deflect their fuckery.  I’m not even sure what the hold over him is but he didn’t seem very happy in these videos and he was mostly just being assistant to Manson as she frequently contradicted him and overrode his expertise by telling him she read something in a magazine.  I shit you not.  It kinda reminded me of those hostages that are forced to read out how well they are being treated as somebody is standing just off camera pointing a gun at them.  Hopefully, Stockholm Syndrome will set in soon and he will seem happier in future videos.  HiCaliber still absolutely refuse to give an update on Firetyme or Saban nor do they even publically respond to questions about them.  Instead we were shown an update on Percy (pictured above) where Manson informs us he has navicular and is at the end of the line if they can’t get him comfortable.  I’m super confused about this because a few months ago she was telling us he had a soft tissue injury.  I’m thinking it was suspensory or something along those lines, but definitely not navicular.  Now they want to heel nerve him along with HiCaliber Doug.  I guess we are done with the run on peen cancers and have moved on to navicular now.   Maybe we should start a pool on what the next ailment to sweep the world of rescue will be.  It has to be something that requires surgical intervention and a chance for Manson to wear her scrubs.  Meanwhile two of the Louisiana horses just hit the $1 menu.  Nadine for being crippled and Rogue for living up to her name.  Both are young and neither appears to be a Thoroughbred or be in Manson’s good graces.  Hopefully, they get the hell out of there soon before they get branded as `behavioral’ and find themselves under a blue tarp by the wood shed.


Once again, I feel like I’ve just kinda skimmed the surface.  This stuff with Satan is a developing story and the stuff with HiCaliber is an ongoing saga.  HiCaliber, thanks to Romney Faye Baker and Charles Manson, seems to have gone all in with Satan, but are currently trying to lay low in hopes some donor dollars come back their way.  Satan is going to spin this story a million different ways and Doughboy will likely treat us to another live feed threatening people, which will get sent directly to his parole officer and round and round we’ll go.  However, this time feels a bit different.  Things ARE different.  There are a lot of wheels turning.  There is still a LOT of HiCaliber stuff to come out.  I try to prioritize and keep things in some semblance of order, so there are lots of things yet to come.  The Satan stuff, which has been ongoing forever, is just heating up in time for her star turn in the upcoming documentary, Platinum Ticket’s Final Ride,  which will be out this summer. Hopefully, now that I’ve given a bit of background to the readers here that may not have been following her antics, we can get right into things in future posts.  I’ve got a lot of things in the inbox I want to get to so I hope to get another post off this weekend at some point.  Until then, keep up the good fight and don’t forget to hug a horse if you’ve got one.  Virtual hugs work too.  Most importantly stay the course!


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Well, here we are with another auction extravaganza in the books.  Today was typical in some ways, funny in others.  We’ll get to that right away.  First, however, we have a village idiot that wants to be famous.  I’ve mostly left the village idiots out of things aside from mentioning them as a group.  I thought that was the kind thing to do.  Apparently not.  It seems that at least one of them wants to be famous, so I thought I’d start out by obliging her.  I’m feeling generous today.

Everybody say `hello’ to Heather.  Since Heather doesn’t know where I live in order to come jump up and down and throw her skirt over her head to get my attention, she decided to buy the shedrowconfession.com domain and start up her very own spoof site.  She also opened a Facebook page under this blog’s name so she could try to snag some of my traffic or something.  Unfortunately, Heather isn’t as smart as she thinks she is and it took all of 45 seconds to find out who owned the domain and look her up.  She’s quite the little HiCaliber foot soldier.  It also didn’t take long to find Heather complimenting herself on her own mad writing skillz.  I almost felt sad for her, but then I remembered that I’m a bit of a bitch and gave my head a shake.

Even though I usually black them out,  I figured I’d leave the other village idiot names on the screen caps since they seem to be gagging for attention too.  These didn’t come from the HiCaliber page.  Because they don’t spend enough time following HiCaliber, some village idiots have started a little group for `Friends Who Love HiCaliber’ so they can sit around flicking their beans and discussing how much they love HiCaliber as well as compiling `hater lists’ and calling for every single person that likes certain rescues to be banned.  As soon as Heather got called out for her fuckery  on own page, she tried to act like it was no big deal that she got busted.  That was strange since she went on a flurry of locking down her internet by deleting her Etsy, her wedding registry page (whatever DID happen to Royce btw?) and anything else she could think of other than her Midway Wholesale Imports LLC which appears to be a one man show, or woman in this case.


In othe words…`I can’t get any attention on my own so I thought I’d ride the coat tails of the very blog I claim to hate’.



As you can see Heather is shitting her pants.  Don’t worry darling, I wouldn’t cross the street to spit on you, although I do know your home address now.  The problem is, you steal the name of my blog, you get my attention and that’s not always fun when you’re a fuckwitted shitgibbon.  I have more pictures than I posted too but since Heather is a heavy filter enthusiast with her profile pics it would probably be jarring for her to see her actual visage up here on the site.  I’ll save those for another time. These things happen when you do stupid shit and leave your ass hanging out.  Despite her little flurry of deletions there is those little green triangles on Google that will show cached pages and if that doesn’t work there is the wayback machine.  I’m flattered that I’ve got the village idiots so stirred up that they are now paying money they could send to HiCaliber to try to redirect traffic from this site.  The very best thing about it all was I didn’t have to lift a finger or spend any time getting this information.  Before I had my first cup of coffee today, it was all sitting in my inbox so it took no time at all to fill in the blanks.   I also found out that since this blog has been well established for a number of years and falls into the high traffic category, what Heather is doing is called domain squatting in bad faith and she could get in big trouble for that.  People knocking on the door and serving papers kinda trouble.  It wouldn’t cost a dime to put those wheels in motion either.  Silly rabbit…


So, moving right along, let’s get down recapping the auction shenanigans.  As most of you are aware, HiCaliber has been in heavy damage control mode for at least a week.  In preparation for auction today, they cleansed the FB page by posting stale updates on horses and featuring other horses that were either at foster or had only recently returned to the ranch.  I guess that’s the only way they could dig up healthy looking animals to show.  It was pretty much a shit show from the word go today.  Because Cheech is doing another Louisiana run, we were treated to Bang Bang Becky driving the trailer and sharing her vast knowledge of horses.  She took us on a visual tour of the bay that happened to have dapples and attempted to paint a picture that he was abused because he had recently pulled mane, some hair rubbed off his face, which Romney Faye Baker immediately referred to as deep gashes, and then surmised that he had spur marks which must have meant people with really long legs have been riding him because they were under his belly.  You could almost hear the dramatic soundtrack playing in the background as she said  `Pulled mane and a bridle path!’ She also informed us he had `a lot of wind puffs’ which makes him really special because a horse usually only has two hind legs, so to have a lot of wind puffs would be unique.   A couple, yes.  A lot, wow! The horse was in good shape.  He certainly didn’t need to be saved over the `skinny’ older TB, but they prioritized him over all the others and purchased him in the ring.  If you notice, the above posts indicates that Misner `got’ the gray mare.  Actually he is the one that brought her there in the first place.  Not sure if it’s the same horse, because Romney Faye had a fantastical story to tell about them getting her near Oregon, but he bought a gray Arabian mare at Mike’s for $125 a week ago.  Today the village idiots paid $1000 for her between her purchase price and the piggy bank fund responsible rescue.  I know what I’m writing doesn’t really jibe with the post from HiCaliber, but it will.

Ok, from what I could gather, they started out their freedom walk feed owning the bay and the gray, but I think only the gray was bought off Misner along with one of the chestnut TBs that they bought later.  Maybe both were.  I’m still not sure why they felt those two were needing to be `saved’ other than Romney Faye likely thought they were sexy.  She did kinda spazz out over the dapples thinking she had discovered a brand new color of horse.  She also speculated that two of the OTTBs had probably been together a long time because both of them had tattoos that started with the letter `Y’.  What I found the most funny, but not funny, was her going on and on about how skinny two of the horses were.  Given the condition of Sully, Firetyme, Saban, and Engineer that all happened on their watch, she never gets to point a finger at anybody else for having a skinny horse.  They also looked better than most of the horses they have in pens on the ranch and were mainly sucked up in the flanks and probably needed a good drink of water.  These people never think to give them water for some reason.  Romney Faye also diagnosed a white spot on a belly as spur scars and she and Bang Bang Becky decided a parrot mouth was buck teeth.  At some point, Bang Bang Becky slunk off somewhere leaving us with Romney Faye Baker’s loud mouth and constant flipping the phone around to pose selfie style, with a sad face beside various horses.  Finally, when the funds were just not coming in she pulled out the grief card and played it.  As a result, three private buyers stepped up to buy the bay (which they had already bought and raised funds for), the other chestnut and the little half Arab looking guy.  Romney Faye made a big show of offering to return the money they had raised for the bay along with sounding like she was reading from a script when talking about after care and quarantine.  I kinda tuned out.  Between having to hear about her `baby’ and her loud mouth in general and the need to never shut up, I had to turn the sound down for awhile.  I know I’ve mentioned it before but there is only so many times I can sit through listening to her call these horses by their new names like they should respond and baby talking them when it’s kinda clear most of them don’t like her at all, especially the ones she calls `mamas’.



Becky was right!

The best part of today was being treated to a master class of how not to load a horse courtesy of Bang Bang Becky.  I’ve never really been an Arab person myself, but I half wanted to phone in and buy this mare today.  Not only is she kinda nice looking, she appears to be smart.  She no how, no way, wanted any part of going back to HiCaliber to waste away in a small pen.  She never really got down and dirty, although they gave her every reason to, but she categorically refused to get on that trailer for an hour and a half.  She initially put her front feet up in the trailer but when nobody rewarded her by releasing some pressure, she basically said `fuck that’ and backed out and stayed out.  She didn’t want to move forward with all the mixed signals she was getting and I didn’t really blame her.  I’m not sure why twirling the shank in her face is supposed to encourage foward movement or why lunging her and getting her even more worked up was supposed to help.  The body position for lunging, if that even was what they were trying to do, was bizarre.  They contemplated attempting to back her onto the trailer and then, they parked one of the PB horses directly behind her so she couldn’t fly backwards.  I’d have been so pissed had that have been my horse.  Finally, as a last resort, they decided to use the chutes to run her into the trailer.  It seemed to me that the twirling shank began to make contact and it really is a testament to that mare’s intelligence. that she didn’t climb that half gate and really hurt herself.  They gave her every reason to.  Between Romney Faye’s incessant yapping, Bang Bang Becky’s clear frustration and we’re not really sure WTF Robyn was doing other than getting in the way, I’d have tried to escape the fate they had in store for sure.  Poor mare.  She fought the good fight.


So that was basically it for auction today other than yet another little cry sesh in the car with Romney Faye Baker.  Some of the village idiots have sent her some more baubles to hang around her neck and fondle, so that meant we needed to have some tears and be reminded that she is grieving.  She was antsy to get out of there today.  I’m not sure if that is because it’s been rumored that her fiance, Dumbass Darrell, has a bit of a habit of falling into the nearest vagina when he’s not being closely supervised or what. They crowed about`sweeping’ the auction and getting all the horses but, in reality, only two have the misfortune of going back to the feed lot.  The others were private purchases and I’m not sure why they consider that so awesome considering those are impulse buys and often quick flips.  They even have a donkey that was a private buy a few weeks ago already listed for sale.  Maybe they’re taking a cut from purchase prices or something.  We certainly never see an auction slip and the other thing that disturbs me is that that are paying cash for these horses  There is always a run for the bank after loading and that’s just weird.  Any other organization would have a check and write one for purchase.  I’ve heard of them jacking prices so there’s a little for the pocket and maybe this is how they are doing it.  $25 here, $50 there, who’s going to notice?  Not very transparent by any stretch of the imagination.  I just find myself feeling really sad for those horses that end up getting drug back to that feed lot.


I’m going to keep this on the shorter side today.  I have more of our milk carton horses, aka the missing, to feature, but the past few entries have been pretty heavy with that sort of thing.  My hope is that we can eventually get as many as possible remembered and acknowledged.  I find it especially disturbing that a rescue wipes their existence off the website and pages like they never existed. The very same rescue that raked in nearly $100k by telling their donors they wanted to tell the stories of OTTBs that turned out to be almost every breed but.  I’ve been encouraged to see so many people speaking out and gathering strength in numbers.  It’s amusing to be called haters when the reason for this blog and its following is for the love of horses.  Much of what Romney Faye Baker said today was in direct response to this blog and, rightly or wrongly, I’m taking total credit for Michelle not abusing the public live feeds with her personal issues lately.  I probably jinxed that by mentioning it though.  The point being is we are making a difference.  The big difference that everybody is wanting will take time, but it’s worth pursuing.  With that being said, I will sign off for now.  Keep fighting the good fight!

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