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Happy Saturday!  I have to apologize for being a bit behind on posts lately.  With Manson seemingly on the manic side of her mood swing cycle, I took it to mean she’s been feeling rather bullet proof these days so I’ve been out looking for horcruxes.  Based on the body count for this year alone, I figure there are at least 40 if not more out there.  However, even though I’ve been otherwise engaged, my inbox overfloweth so I’ve got a bit of a mixed bag again today and, sadly, a few milk carton horses to cover.  It never really ends, so buckle up and I’ll try to recap or make some sense out of the past week or so.

 

I figured we’d get the auction stuff out of the way to begin with.  This week saw the return of Romney Faye Baker sans engagement ring.  It’s Facebook official so you know it must be serious and it also probably means we’ll be graced with her presence from here on out.  I certainly don’t need to give a blow by blow  of the auction fuckery now that we have actual dedicated FB pages to at least keep the prices and time of day honest.  The usual schtick of starting with $0 and magically getting the exact amount donated with not a penny over continues.  What isn’t working so well right now is the threat to leave one behind unless the village rallies.  The village has been a bit apathetic about that lately unless, of course, we’re talking bonded pairs.  They love bonded pairs. Total bummer there weren’t really any they could pass off as bonded pairs this week though. However, leave it to HiCaliber to find a work around and a spin so they could continue to fill their weekly quota of getting that money and keeping the body count up.  Apparently parking lot deals are the way forward for the Hicaliberites.   Still, even with this new strategy, money wasn’t flowing like the good old days and Romney Faye had to shake that money-maker like it was for sale and the rent was due, which isn’t far from the actual situation any given week.  Sadly, I don’t have diagrams of the actual seating arrangement in the ring so I can’t say if anybody was humping Bubba’s leg, but he did make sure HiCaliber got their horses, including poor `Connor’ who got to go back home with him to stand in the trailer in the heat for hours on end until Cheech returned from dropping off yet another parking lot purchase in Malibu.  That was only after dropping off Charlie at the nearest clinic to be euthanized, which I don’t actually have a problem with other than the fact they say the guy that brought him is a `notorious’ flipper and yet they won’t name and shame him because he brings them business.  Instead of doing the right thing and turning that SOB in, they continue to make nice and pay him to clean up his messes while horses continue to suffer.  It wouldn’t suit them to cut off their source of shootable horses because the healthy ones tend to eat up all that `responsible rescue’ money and leave little for the eyelash and nail fund.

 

 

 

Connor was the late in the day save on Tuesday.  I’m not sure if he was no saled by Misner or they bought him off Misner after the fact.  It all blurs together after awhile.  However, it turns out that Connor is `somebody’ and those details may save his life since they were already positioning for him to be a `compassion’ mostly due to the fact that, like most gray horses, he has a few melanomas which aren’t really the same thing in horses as they are in humans.  In fact, we were treated to a lovely shot of his anus which I elected to not share on here but I’m sure Manson saved for her personal spank bank.  It turns out Connor’s real name is `Bleu Intense’ and he was one of Gary Tanaka’s horses.  Tanaka raced horses all over the world and shuffled them around depending on where they would best fit.  Connor started his career in France earning a group 3 placing at Longchamp before being brought over to race at Del Mar, where it appears he was hurt or something happened causing them to give him the next 10 months off before bringing him back in cheaper company.  This was all right before his owner, Tanaka, went to jail for fraud and about a year before Bobby Frankel passed away.  Knowing Bobby Frankel and his love for the horses in his care, Connor was likely placed in a decent home initially.   It’s anybody’s guess where he went after that and how the hell the poor horse ended up standing at HiCaliber in real danger of becoming a lab rat.  Manson has already suggested he may be neuro and that he needs a rectal .  Apparently he `needs’ the rectal to make sure he’s pooping ok.  I’m not sure why they need to go shoulder deep up the poor horse’s ass to find out if he’s pooping ok.  Most people can eyeball that kinda thing and don’t feel the need to go spelunking in their rectum unless a problem is evident.  Manson also seems overly impressed that he came from France.  She and several of the village idiots are referring  to him as a `French import’ and that may be why she doesn’t shoot him in the face right away.   It seems odd that this beat up horse is one she deems worthy of keeping alive when she has shot horses in the past for sweating too much (RIP Thomas), blind in one eye (RIP Willow, Anastasia and countless others), and just generally looking at her wrong.  Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely think he deserves a chance just as the other ones did, but it all just seems so arbitrary.  I can only pray another rescue steps up for this horse and gives him the soft landing he deserves.  Bobby Frankel is probably spinning in his grave right now.

 

 

I don’t really have a bunch to say about this as the screen shots are fairly self-explanatory.  It would seem that what the `responsible rescue’ fee actually covers is the `f’ word.  Fluid.  Sometimes it’s for vet intakes that never actually happen unless Manson is now billing the rescue for her expertise.  We’ve all seen her med cabinet so charging $15 to $20 for one dose of Banamine is a head scratcher too.  Remember that Manson is the one doing the intake and the vets, currently Dr. Talbot from Palomar Equine, only see the horses she feels she needs help with, which are very few.  I have heard that Dr. Moss’s clinic hasn’t done any intakes since June and haven’t done any other vet work for them for over a month.  Manson herself has stated dentals don’t always happen.  How often have their horses arrived at their new homes with horrible teeth?  Considering most of their inmates horses only get hay thrown at them, that $650 should be carrying them a long way, yet they all seem to hit the Hay and Hoof fundraiser list immediately, so maybe they aren’t eating up that extra money either.  I guess eyelashes, nails and fillers are more costly than I imagined.  The one thing I did surmise with all this was that Manson sending another rescue,  that she has habitually denigrated for years, $50 to help them out with vet costs was a complete dick move on her part.  It was especially dickish when she accused them of not vetting their horses only the week before.  She was obviously experiencing a lapse in being all about the love.  I wonder if she was all about the love when the money was returned with a `thanks, but no thanks’.  It’s too bad she doesn’t make a habit of forwarding funds to the rescues that actually take horses off her hands.

 

 

I’m sure everybody knows by now that those fun-loving HiCaliberites are throwing themselves yet another party this Sunday.  This one is fun for the entire family with food trucks, horse painting, live music and Manson promising to limit her sexual innuendos and vulgarity to only people who are old enough to grow hair on their armpits.  I still haven’t heard if they will be serving up testicles in various forms off the food trucks but they did geld one recently so there’s always hope.  Speaking of gelding, we still haven’t heard that Techie ever was and considering there is still an active gofraudme for his cryptorchid surgery he probably still has a hidden Easter egg up in there somewhere.  Perhaps the families will get to see him get jiggy with his paddock mates.  That always makes for interesting conversation with the kids on the car ride home. If that doesn’t excite them they can always view another cryptorchid, HiCaliber Holmes, as he fights over the fence with his neighbor as they navigate through piles of their own shit.  Extra bonus if one hangs a leg through the pipe and you get to see the 30% vet in action.   If all that wasn’t enough, I heard that Manson will be peddling her faux cannabis oil/snake oil multi level marketing crap too!  I noticed they are asking for bouncers to make sure their adoring public don’t wander off and see things they aren’t supposed to see which I’m assuming are the mountains of horse shit and less than thriving horses that are likely going to be stashed in a remote area.  It certainly explains the recent gathering up of some of the fosters so they can sprinkle healthy, shiny horses  around the place in order to keep up appearances.   Don’t forget  to bring a little somethin’ somethin’ for the cash box, folks!  Fireball doesn’t pay for itself!

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When I saw this post the other day, I became convinced that they’re trolling.  I just can’t put my mind around anybody being that delusional of full of unfounded self-esteem.  I’m pretty sure Angrid was the fan girl who wrote this up and I can’t believe she believes it.  I mean, even if she was the dumbest attorney in existence she still has to have a baseline of intelligence to pass the bar, doesn’t she? Her pants must have spontaneously combusted she lied so hard.  Horse psychology.  Really?  Do the horses tell Manson they enjoy living in feed lot conditions?  FFS she couldn’t figure out Saban was acting out in pain and damn near shot the horse, but not before starving him half to death.  I’m not sure about anybody else, but that doesn’t scream being able to understand an animal or what they are communicating to me.  While we’re on the subject of starving, perhaps she could teach a class on how not to miss a meal yourself while turning a blind eye to the weight falling off the horses just outside your window.  Maybe she could get the entire team involved and Amanda can show us all how to canter around on the wrong lead and get your horse’s back nice and hollowed out as it lifts its head in pain.  Bang Bang Becky can show off her mad trailer loading skills and then the favorite HiCal trainers, Fice and Maloree, could show us how they fuck up horses.  Romney Faye Baker can show us how to get away with anything as long as people feel sorry for you and if we’re super lucky, Denise from Tracey Acres will come down and teach a master class on how to be a good Christian while contributing to all the hate pages.  The possibilities are endless.  Where do I sign up?

Sadly, we have to wrap up with yet another few milk carton horses.  I don’t know why Manson feels it’s ok to erase these animals off the face of the earth and I will never understand how the village idiots can forget them so fast.  The first that we’ll mention is Angus.  Angus was a parking lot purchase the week before last along with the ill-fated Ditto.  Aside from his knee, Angus was in great body condition and didn’t garner as much sympathy from the village idiots; not that sympathy helped Ditto out at all.  These poor animals don’t even get a bath or cleaned up before they get drug down to the killing field to `run to heaven’ under the blue tarp.  As per usual, no vet report or even mention of Angus again once he arrived at the feed lot.  The last we did see of him was being loaded onto Bang Bang Becky’s trailer after he was sedated to the point of staggering.  RIP Angus #sayhisname

The next milk carton horse, most people won’t remember.  I don’t know that the poor little guy ever actually set foot on the ground at HiCaliber.  His name was Treat and he and his mama, Sunday, had the misfortune to join the HiCaliber hoard in the middle of May when the Louisiana clusterfuck was at its height.  They were presented along with another mare and two foals as ferals or wilds that Misner picked up somewhere.  The other mare and foals went to private buyers while Sunday and Treat were bought by HiCaliber and promptly shipped off to foster never to be heard from again until Sunday shows back up at HiCaliber without Treat and promptly placed on the discount menu.  It has been reported that Treat didn’t make it, but no other details available.  I guess we shouldn’t be surprised given the fact that there were supposed to be 3 mare/foal pairs that HiCaliber bought from Satan that we never heard another thing about after funds were raised and, while we’re at it, several of the original Louisiana horses were never updated other than poor Gideon who is already dead along with Flloyd.  Rip Treat, sorry we never got a chance to know you.  #sayhisname

As Manson continues to try to rebrand herself as  a serene goddess of love, I thought I’d leave you with a little reminder of what the real Manson is all about.  It’s not work or child safe, but it is a pretty accurate depiction of the Manson we’ve all come to know based on her social media presence.  I’ve never known leopards to change their spots and a new leaf is usually from the same tree.  Summer is basically over and despite The Manson Family grasping at any straw to bump algorithms, including using a catastrophic event like Hurricane Harvey, it seems the likes and comments continue to drop along with the donations.  Maybe people are waking up or maybe they have family members that realize they are handing over their rent money to HiCaliber each month.  Either way, look for Manson and her board of feckless cohorts to get downright creative as certain deadlines loom and bills become due.  Keep asking after those horses, especially the ones that may not seem so popular.  HiCaliber may censor their page and filter out truth but that doesn’t mean every other place does.  They’re not the only ones that can build an audience either.  Trust me on that one.  Meanwhile, I need to get back to doing my part and hunt horcruxes, so I’ll be back with y’all in a few days.  Keep saying names and keep telling the truth!

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Buona sera!  Here we are back on another auction eve.  I hope everybody had a great weekend.  I certainly did, but probably wasn’t as awesome as I hear it was.  Sadly, I was not in Italy although I did have spinach and cheese ravioli for dinner last night, so maybe that’s close enough.  I know some of my `fans’ were concerned about me posting from work, so I get a bit confused about whether I work in Italy or if I should have a firm talk with myself about when I choose to post these blogs.  We, me and the imaginary blogsters I’m accused of being, have decided that no changes will be made.  I will continue to post whenever I feel like.  Now, with that out of the way I have another very special guest poster today on the topic of HiCaliber’s auction/private buyer antics and a little peek into why some rescues choose not to work with them.  It takes a lot of gumption to stand up at all, let alone as a rescue, knowing the wrath of the village could be unleashed, but that is just what Vera, from Love This Horse, Equine Rescue has decided to do.  I can’t thank her enough for sharing her experiences with dealing with HiCaliber.  Private buyers need to pay attention to what Vera has to say in particular.  With that being said,  I’m going hand things over and let Vera tell it in her own words…

 

I run a small Arabian horse rescue, Love this Horse, Equine Rescue, in Southern California. I knew that HiCaliber was a horse rescue in Southern California, but that is all that I knew about them.

 

My first ever interaction with Romney from HiCaliber was in November 2016. On November 30, 2016, one of the members of a national Arabian horse rescue coalition that I belong to, contacted me to let me know that there were two Arabian yearlings at the Ontario, California auction and suggested that I contact HiCaliber to transfer the two yearlings to my rescue.

 

I found the contact number for HiCaliber on their website and called the toll free 855-480-HCHR number which connected directly to Romney’s cell phone. I told her why I was calling and was told that she was busy with auction and that we should text. Texting we did. (screen shots below)

She told me that I could not take the two yearlings they had just acquired at auction, but that “Voldy” had seven additional Arabian yearlings. I had no idea that “Voldy” was Bubba or David Misner. All that I knew was the Voldy was a kill buyer and that he had seven yearlings.

 

Long story short, Romney texted me that I would have to go through her to get the seven yearlings and that Voldy would not deal with anyone but Romney. Nonetheless, I repeatedly asked her for Voldy’s contact information. She refused multiple times. Romney told me via text, that she was standing right next to Voldy as I was texting Romney about trying to get the seven yearlings and that she would pass the messages back and forth.

 

Romney told me that I had to bring $350 cash for each yearling, 7 x $350 = $2,450 in CASH to her in person. She also asked me when I would get to Ontario to meet her. This texting conversation took place over a time span of at least six hours. —

 

At the same time, she told my friend who was trying to help get the yearlings that the cost was $500 in cash for each yearling, 7 x $500 = $3,500. Romney did not know that this was my friend, but she let her know that I was only offering $350 per yearling and that if my friend could come up with $500 cash per yearling, that the yearlings would he hers.  Simultaneously, I remember that HiCaliber was fundraising for the seven yearlings on their Facebook page, though the post has since been edited.

 

I repeatedly asked for Voldy’s paypal address because I was not about to just hand $2,450 in cash over to Romney. Romney told me that it had to be “CASH, CASH, CASH”.

 

Around that time, we were told that Voldy was none other than Bubba Misner or David Misner and we contacted Misner directly and stopped our texting conversation with Romney. The asking price per yearling was only $150 per yearling, 7 x $150 = $1,050.

 

Here is my question, if I had driven down to meet Romney with $2,450 cash in hand for the seven yearlings, what would have happened to the $1,400 extra cash that Romney would have had in her hand? Needless to say, I was shocked and dismayed with my first ever interaction with Romney from HiCaliber. I had always expected rescues to work with each other. Contrary to what was stated on the edited Facebook post regarding the yearlings, Romney was not working with the breeder to get the yearlings returned to them. She was trying to make a quick buck from what my experience was.

Fast forward to Tuesday, August 8, 2017. I attended the Ontario Livestock Auction because I was told that two Arabian lesson horse geldings might run through the auction. I usually work on Tuesdays, but this week I was on vacation and could attend. Aside from the above-mentioned encounter, I had tried to get HiCaliber to sign one other Arabian over to me, rescue-to-rescue, that they were fundraising for and were going to bid on at the Ontario Auction. At the time, I was told that I would have to privately purchase the mare even though HiCaliber had fundraised for her. That day, I was at work, so I could not drop everything and come to Ontario Auction. Thus, having a vacation, I decided to come to the Ontario Auction.

 

The auction has a strict policy of no photos and no videos inside of the auction ring, otherwise I would have taken a photo or video of what I witnessed.

 

I already was seated when Bubba Misner, “Voldy”, and his girlfriend came in to sit down. He sat on the same bench row, to the left of me. I am attaching a sketch of the seating arrangement, since I was not able to take a photo of the scene. When the HiCaliber crew came in, they sat down next to and in front of Voldy.

 

On my bench row, to the left of me, in sequence were my young daughter, Michelle’s young daughter, both of who left and moved around during the auction. Becky, Michelle’s girlfriend, sat directly next to Voldy and his girlfriend. Directly in front of Voldy, sat Romney, to her right, sat Rene and also the man with the white beard who volunteers for HiCaliber.

 

The Hi Caliber crew was talking with Voldy and his girlfriend in very friendly conversation. Romney, who was sitting directly below Voldy, was even leaning back and wrapped her arms around Voldy’s legs as she was talking to him and laughing with him.

 

 

I was taken aback by this scene because according to HiCaliber’s auction posts, the big-bad-kill-buyer Voldy is going to get the horses and sent them to slaughter if HiCaliber cannot raise enough funds and does not intervene to get the horses at auction. I have seen pleading posts where HiCaliber talks about not having enough funds to bid on a particular horse and how Voldy will get this horse!

 

Yet, at this auction, the HiCaliber crew was all sitting with Voldy, like they are the best of friends. (See my pretty terrible sketch of the scene.)

 

Next, I observed Voldy doing all the bidding. HiCaliber did not even bid once. However, HiCaliber listed the horses they had purchased at auction afterwards.

 

HOTSHOT: Appy colt $250 — all four weanlings, including the Appy colt had been purchased by Voldy for $210 each, his bidding number is 413.

 

The mama and foal $730 — tags 53/54 where purchased by Voldy for $740, his bidding number is 413.

 

Going to the HiCaliber Private Buyers were:

  1. Sorrel filly with four socks – $300 –this is one of the weanlings that was purchased by Voldy for $210.
  2. Sorrely filly with two socks – $300 – this is one of the weanlings that was purchased by Voldy for $210.
  3. Sweet Jenny $250 – I do not know who this is. There was a gray mule, tag 40 sold to buyer 850 for $275.
  4. Dark brown/black baby – $300 – this is one of the weanlings that was purchased by Voldy for $210.

 

As mentioned above, none of these horses or donkeys were bid on by members of the HiCaliber crew. They were bid on and bought by Voldy with the HiCaliber crew sitting with him or they were purchased directly from his lot, as in the case with TIARA (grey cancer Arab) and BELEN (one-eyed mare).

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After the auction, I texted with one of the HiCaliber volunteers who mentioned to me that the two Arabian colts that had been obtained by HiCaliber at the Ontario auction on July 18, 2017, needed to find placement since HiCaliber was not equipped or set up to handle two “feral colts”.

 

I agreed for our rescue to take both colts in and signed the rescue-to-rescue transfer papers on August 9, 2017. I asked about transfer of funds for vet care, gelding both, etc., but I was told by Rene that there were no funds to go with both colts. In a telephone conversation, she told me that HiCaliber had not focused on raising funds for vet care, gelding costs, etc. because at the time, there were private buyers who had wanted both colts. These private buyers would have been responsible to pay for vet care, farrier, and gelding costs. However, the private buyers had pulled out and thus, there were no funds. HiCaliber had had funding for their purchase price and also for their care while in Hemet with the trainer. I was told that the trainer was paid $1,200 or $1,400 for both colts’ care. However, when I spoke with the trainer while picking up Freedom, she mentioned that she had received an amount far less than $1,200 or $1,400.

 

I picked up Rollins (whom we have renamed Phoenix) on Saturday, August 12, 2017 and also went to see Felon (whom we have renamed Freedom) to assess his needs. Rollins transported well and is a totally sweet and goofy colt. He is what you call “in your pocket”. He loves his grain and carrots and follows me everywhere like a puppy. He received his immunizations the next day from our vet Dr. Marteney and will be castrated after two weeks, since we want the immunizations to kick in, per our vet’s recommendations. Phoenix did have his feet trimmed while he was in HiCaliber’s care, but he received no other vetting.

 

Freedom was very skittish and afraid when we went to visit him on August 12, 2017 and I engaged a friend who has experience transporting and handling wild mustangs to pick him up on Saturday, August 19, 2017. In preparation to his arrival, with the help of some awesome volunteers, build a special stall for Freedom to keep him and any caretaker safe.

 

When my friend and I picked up Freedom, we immediately saw the rope marks on his back legs, including an injury that had been untreated since he had arrived from auction. He acts the way he does, not because he is feral, but because somebody has used him as a tripping horse at an illegal Mexican Rodeo! He needs to be handled differently than a feral horse.

As mentioned above, Freedom received no vetting at all while he was under Hi Caliber’s care. His leg wound is going to be difficult to care for since he does kick out and cannot be haltered yet. He will have to be sedated to have his wound treated. Also, his feet are in a bad state and he needs to be gelded, just like Phoenix. Having a horse gelded in Southern California costs a minimum of $350, immunizations $70, plus wormer, and farrier care with sedation $100. In addition, Freedom will have to be sedated just for regular vet care for his leg wound, which will add to the cost.

 

I hate drama.  I’m just going to put that right out there from the start, because I’m cranky.  I’m cranky because the bulk of what I have to say today falls under the category of drama and that really irritates me.  However, ambient conditions are such that I need to address a few things or at least go on record because the amount of asshattery and just general fuckery out there is off the chain and it ain’t all coming from the Manson family compound lately.  Don’t get me wrong, they haven’t turned over a new leaf or anything, but we’ll get to them later.  For now I have some that used to be `our own’ to put on blast and it’s going to piss some, maybe even a lot, of you off.  #sorrynotsorry

 

 

So, this happened the other day.  Yet another person getting accused of being me that isn’t me.  Way to shoot yourselves in the foot, people.  These screen shots came from the Secret Horse page.  They aren’t the only ones I have, but they kinda set the tone for the blast that I’ve seen that many worried was coming.  Oh wait, I believe the word used was `bomb’.  Shedrow was going to drop the bomb on you, right?  No bombs from here, I’m just going to lay some truth down and I’m sure it will make the Manson family moist, but it is what it is.  Karen Pawly, come on down and own your fuckery.  Bring your friends too.

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From what I can tell, what started our former friend, Karen, off making a play for being the boss of all haterz was the 5 Appys at HiCaliber and a comment I made in the comment section on my own blog after somebody asked about them.  Karen lost her shit and started accusing people of things, refusing to post in certain secret groups unless her misidentified leak was removed (how did that work out for you, Karen?) and generally throwing a shit fit because she had issued an order that no information was to be passed on.  Guess what Karen?  You wouldn’t have known those horses even existed if not for me.  Guess what else?  Even though yes, I have been in touch with their family from the beginning, I have several streams of information coming in including several sets of boots on the ground.  Hell, you don’t even really know where my boots are on any given day.  You don’t own the info and you sure as fuck don’t control it.  Get used to that.  This ain’t my first rodeo.  Now, I’m sorry if the family felt there was a leak on Karen’s end because they know I’ve held their confidence to protect those animals right from the very start.  I still hold some more delicate facts regarding that entire situation in confidence.  They also wouldn’t have known there was a problem with their horses being at HiCaliber if not for this blog.  I’m not being egotistical, just telling it like it is.  I will not be telling anybody how I came to know about those horses because unlike Karen, I do hold a confidence and there are several members of her secret rescue coalition that can attest to that fact if they are honest.  Or did she blow that group up? It’s so difficult to keep track with all the tantruming going on.
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So, now that you have a little background, let’s talk auction.  A few weeks ago, a group came together to attend the Ontario auction and maybe pull a few horses.  I knew about it before it happened and like a good little team player, I did not mention it on the blog so they could remain in stealth mode.  It was my understanding that people were going to stay quiet and just be low-key with this for a few weeks at least.  Sadly, that was not to be because, unbeknownst to some, Karen was becoming increasingly drunk with power and loving the spotlight a little too much.  She decided to make a big spectacle of it by holding court on the Horror Story page afterwards.  Of course this was only after Romney Faye outed her and rather than stepping back and allowing somebody else to take over, she went rogue.  Somewhere along the line, people forgot to tell her to never look directly into Manson’s eyes or she’d lose her soul and that’s exactly what happened yesterday.  Karen went to the dark side and formed an unholy alliance.  Despite her much delayed damage control post and refusal to post auction receipts this week, Karen insists this isn’t so.  Personally, I don’t care.  She stepped out on her own and set everybody back significantly.  Well, not me, but that’s another story for another day.   The fact is I saw this coming and I called it to certain insiders.  I don’t even know WTF she thought she accomplished yesterday with Manson bringing home 7 horses, at least one of which is likely already dead but that was only after she was forced to endure a 2 hour trailer ride, not counting the stop for ice cream, to meet her end.  So far we’ve only seen intakes on 2 and who knows where the rest ended up?  Well done, Karen!

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Robyn seems worried she’s in danger of being replaced as chief ass barnacle.

What I didn’t realize is that not everybody having an issue with HiCaliber has the same motivations.  I don’t generally engage on Facebook, which is also why it’s so funny that so many different people get accused of being me while I continue to fly under the radar.  I’m not in groups and I don’t post much and certainly not on the drama pages.  I don’t really give a shit about auction aside from the fact that new horses are being drug back to that feedlot every single week, never to be heard from again.  It’s not about `winning’ auction for me.  In fact, the only thing Karen has accomplished aside from becoming Manson’s bitch, is creating a false market at Ontario.  The rescues she’s fronting for can’t sustain the weekly buys or they’re in danger of becoming what they oppose.  However,  all these shitbags have heard there is a rescue war going on and Ontario, that will allow parking lot deals and all manner of atrocities, is the place to drag horses that they can’t dump anywhere else.  They’ll get decent coin for them and nobody will turn them into AC.  What happens three weeks from now when all the coalition rescues are tapped out and acting responsibly, meaning all these horses have no buyers and they are too jacked up to go anywhere else?  Some end up turned loose in the desert to die.  Sometimes they get left tied to something so they can’t wander out to a road and get found.  They also can’t find food or water or fend for themselves and tend to die quicker that way.  I can already hear the whining about at least they are saving some and what have I done?  I don’t need to pound my chest and get kudos for what I’ve done.  That’s between me and a select few.  Look at the bigger picture.  This is perpetuating abuse.  This is lining Misner’s pockets, Horatio’s pockets and every other bottom feeding tripper and flipper.  You will NEVER be able to stop them but you sure as shit can decide not to help them get more money to abuse even more animals.

 

Ditto was one of the horses HiCaliber drug back to their feedlot yesterday.  Manson spun this awesome story about this old man approaching them in the parking lot who was sick  and just wanting help to get rid of his horses.  He didn’t speak English so no other rescue could help him because apparently nobody else in SoCal knows how to speak Spanish.  What she didn’t tell people is that she pulled into auction with at least one of these horses already on the trailer.  I’m not sure if the horse was picked up before or after their donut stop.  (They have to bring donuts to the office at Ontario so they put up with the weekly HiCaliber shit show. ) I’m also not sure whether the stud with the blown out knee came with her or even from the same place.  Seems strange one was in great body condition apart from his knee and the other emaciated.  We do know that both horses got to stand around tied to the trailer most of the day without food or water while Manson worked Karen and the village idiots like a greased pole on $2 Tuesday at the strip club.

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Manson had to be laughing all the way to the bank yesterday.  I’m sure this all went down much smoother than she ever imagined and it was pretty much text-book how she accomplished it.  While Karen is pretending that she outsmarted Manson, the fact is that Manson’s couldn’t have had her way with Karen any easier than if she’d have slipped a roofie in her gin and tonic.  Kill her with kindness, flatter her a bit and it was all over but the salad tossing.  In fact, it wasn’t just Karen that got played.  All the drama queens on Facebook played right into Manson’s hand when she put up the post about she and Karen working together.  Friends started turning on friends, blocking, deletions and all manner of insults flew.  The best part is they did it all with their asses hanging out for all to enjoy as other actual advocates looked on with one hand over their eyes, they were so embarrassed, myself included.  The HiCaliber contingent flicked their collective bean in glee watching the implosion, I’m sure.

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While all this infighting and jostling for position has been happening, the HiCaliber promo team has been in overdrive.  Since their rebranding themselves as the rebels of rescue hasn’t exactly caught fire,  Manson decided to do a 180 be all about the love or at least as far as social media is concerned.  I’m sure she remains hateful and repugnant in her personal life.   We’re supposed to forget all the truly shitty things she’s said and done and believe she’s reducing her herd numbers because she’s finally seen the light.  Ummm, no.  The actual motivation here is that she’s been jerking the county’s chain for nearly a year and has a September 15th deadline looming where she won’t really be able to hide behind Angrid if she doesn’t ‘put her house in order.  Right, Manson?

 

 

These pics are all recent.  As shown, water continues to be an issue and the horses continue to stew in their own filth as the manure piles up even higher.  This is NOT rescue.  One horse, seven horses, no horse should have to live like this.  Just because they are providing the bare minimum of care as required by law, this does not make these conditions ok.  You see Manson talk about horses hitting euth lists for `behavioral’ reasons.  Do you blame them?  They aren’t meant to live like this.  Tossing a jolly ball into their shit filled pen does not make up for room to move, socialization, proper shelter, feed and clean water.  While some people are out trying to win the auction wars, this is a big part of what the rest of us are seeking to end.  The horses at Misner’s lot live in better conditions and for many of them, the ending isn’t much different.  I think we’re up to at least 40 so far this year that didn’t make it out alive.

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Can nobody sit up for live feeds?

I’m not proud of this post and wish I didn’t feel the need to make it.  It’s an interesting dynamic that almost any time you get a group together, somebody always wants to grab the power and the glory.  They need the credit and that’s fine until it gets in the way of important things.  This is what seems to have happened the past few weeks.  I’ve watched Karen and a few others struggling to be the one in the know.  Hell, even Rhiannon has more than enjoyed the spotlight since she made her statement on here.  She didn’t even really want to do it on here, but only agreed because she knew it would gain her a bigger audience.  (BTW Rhi, the person you think writes this blog, the one you called an asshole,  is a middle person.  Do you really think people are that obvious?  Shame on you for turning on a friend like that)  I still think Rhiannon was brave to come forward and I still appreciate her post.  Her experiences were important to hear about. However,  they were no more or less important than Riley and Lynn’s experiences.  It is ALL part of the puzzle and there’s a big spotlight.  Plenty room for everybody without all this drama and histrionics.  Hell, take my place in the spotlight.  It was never my desire to have it.  I know this post will piss off some people and alienate others.  I’m ok with it.  I’m tired.  This isn’t the HiCaliber blog even though it has been all HiCal, all the time for the past few months.  My work behind the scenes will continue regardless of how many posts I make.  Hopefully, we have a few guest posts coming up that will keep people motivated and focused in the right direction. Thanks to this blog, a remarkable team of advocates exist that are quite happy to work together behind the scenes for a common goal.  Talented people who realize that the ultimate goal is more important than any one individual.  People I am proud to collaborate with and I hope to be able to celebrate with one day.  My suggestion to Karen and her ilk is to pull your skirts back down and either take a seat or learn to be team player.  We can all paint the HiCal logo on the side of our barns with a slash through it if you just dial down the crazy.  Miles to go before we sleep…talk to you soon.

I bet everybody thought I was going to pick a part Manson’s latest long assed post which basically amount to a sermon on the mount for the village idiots.  We’ve pretty much heard it all before from her since she climbs up on that cross every she ends up with her ass in a sling and, mark my words, that’s just what’s going on whether she wants to admit that publicly or not.  I may dig into it a bit later this week but you’ve all been killing it in the comments and I have much more important post today.  I have another guest post from a recent volunteer.  This one was there through many of the recent events we’ve covered on this blog.  This her personal account, in her very own words.  Again, I give all respect for the bravery it takes to come forward and tell her truth.  It is people like this, standing up, that are making the big difference right now.  I can’t thank her enough sharing this with us all.

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I was hoping somehow a miracle would be pulled off and Dragon would be safe before anyone read my story. Sadly that isn’t the case & I’m scared he may not be safe much longer. My story may not be all that exciting to some since I don’t have years of experience & tons of pictures but I feel it has to be told in hopes that it can change even just one person’s mind & possibly save the lives of some horses that don’t deserve to be shot in the head. Possibly change someone like me who was fairly new to the whole nightmare called HiCaliber.

 

My adventure with HC begins as a casual follower. I rarely watched the live auction feeds. I started following HC after I met a horse my friend adopted from them.  I would read posts, but not all. Wish I would have watched & read more before I got sucked in. Somewhere mid-April there was a post asking for riders for the Norco Parade. Having extensive parade experience I offered to ride.  On April 19th I got a message from Michelle asking about my riding experience. I filled her in and said I could pretty much ride anything & told her a little about my horses & what I’ve done riding wise. She asked me to come the next day for test rides on the 2 horses remaining that were going to be at the parade Dragon & Comfort. Now Dragon was “rescued” from auction on April 4th, yet was deemed cleared & out of quarantine 15 days after his arrival by Michelle because his blood came back negative, red flag that I wish stopped me.  I show up the next day, parked & started walking towards the barn where I saw people. I then see a vet & Michelle. First thing I hear is “back up, get away we are doing x-rays”. Uh yikes, sorry (I was at least 20ft from them). After waiting around about 15 minutes not sure what I was supposed to do or say. Robyn came by & asked who I was & I explained to her. Michelle then came over & told her to get Dragon & Comfort for me to see who I wanted to ride. This entire time I’m under the assumption that Michelle wanted to make sure I could actually ride, that she would watch me. Both horses were brought to a trailer & tied & I was told to ride both in the nearest round pen to see who I liked. Robyn then went and removed a horse from the round pen & tied it up on the outside and left me with the two horses. Looking back I now realize the horse was living in the round pen not just turned out. There was a bucket for water, but it was almost empty. I didn’t think anything of it since I thought it was just turn out time for the horse. Not a single person watched to see if I could ride, red flag pushed aside in my brain. I rode Dragon first. He was a sweet boy who was so easy for me to work with. The updates on his profile on the HC website I wrote (unsure why the date is wrong for the beach ride it was actually April 30th that we went to the beach).

I get in the round pen & nobody is around, Michelle & Robyn both disappeared. I felt really weird riding a horse I knew nothing about, but I pushed that feeling aside because I wanted to help what I thought was a great rescue. Except for the trying to walk off while mounting Dragon was awesome & that’s the moment I started to get sucked into the HC world thinking I could help these horses, that I could help this boy find his forever home. Red flags & warning signs again pushed aside. After riding Dragon Robyn showed up & showed me where he belonged. I put him  away in what I now know is the vineyard, no shelter of any kind for him & the 2 horses he shared it with, yet another red flag my brain pushed aside. While waiting for Robyn to come back I started loving on an appy mare I now believe was Geri. She had massive eye goop & was shedding like crazy. I felt bad for her. I cleaned her eyes with just my hands and shed her out best I could before Robyn got me. Then the bumper car games began, yet another red flag, but still my brain pushed it aside because I so badly wanted to help the horses. As I was riding in the golf cart back to the barn Michelle came up in another one and started ramming us & yelling all kinds of stuff about taking it up the ass. I felt weird but blew it off as just them having fun. Once back at the barn I confirmed with Michelle that I would love to ride Dragon in the parade.  She then asked if I could ride Comfort just to get her out since she just recently came off being laid up (never told why). I said no problem & was left to my own with her.

 

Comfort was a little on the skinny side for me & this concerned me but I thought she may have been underweight even more when she came in (I knew nothing about her intake or how long she had been there). While brushing her she wouldn’t stand still and kept kicking at her stomach. I fly sprayed her and decided to walk her around as I was not comfortable getting on her. Hoping the kicking was due to flies but every time I stopped she started kicking again.  I brought this to Michelle’s attention & she told me that she was just removed off of ulcer medication & that she would be sure to start it back up. Sadly now I’m guessing that never happened and she’s still suffering. After I put Comfort in her stall I see a little black pony go blazing by me. Running behind is a volunteer who said he jumped the poop wagon while she was cleaning his stall. I knew nothing about this horse, but grabbed a nearby halter & caught him fairly quickly while he was making friends with other horses. I then learned this little guy was Tonka a little stud pony. The volunteer thanked me and was nervous as hell trying to lead him back to his corral. Again, looking back I realize she probably had no clue how to handle a horse, especially a “scary” stallion.

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Dragon all ready for the parade in Norco. Totally relaxed

Norco Parade day April 22nd. I was excited to be helping showcase horses in the parade. I hung out with Dragon, took care of him & we had an awesome parade ride. I spoke to a few other volunteers but felt like an outcast since I only knew Michelle & Robyn and they were too busy to deal with me. While headed to the parade staging area Engineer was acting high strung & nervous. Instead of rider getting off and leading him, reassuring him he’s ok Michelle drugged him with something from a vile. I’ve seen people use calming pastes, but never a shot. I have no idea what it was she gave him. IMO it didn’t help him at all. Now the “fun” part of the day was when I met Mr. Andrew Fice. Holy hell is this kid bat shit crazy! He showed up on Novalee bareback and sporting a huge gash and bruise on his face. The wound one of many he said from training horses. He just kept spewing at the mouth about how great a trainer he is & what he’s done for “asshole” horses, blah blah blah… I stopped listening. I honestly couldn’t believe HC sent horses to him. This should have been the red flag I didn’t ignore, but like many I wanted to help the horses. On this day I was “lucky” enough to be added to two of the secret HC Facebook pages (Shenanigans & Biz Desk).

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Dragon at Fiesta Island

April 30th, beach day.  I believe it was on the Shenanigans page that Michelle asked if anyone wanted to go ride at the beach. I jumped on this opportunity in hopes to see Dragon again. Michelle “selected” me as a lucky rider & I met several people at Fiesta Island for an interesting day. First thing was Michelle admonished me for not wearing a HC shirt. Hell I only had one that was dirty,  I just bought it for the Norco Parade for a hurtful price of $30, but the money was to help the horses right, so why not. During the ride I was “graced” with boob comments, boob shaking & lots of other crude jokes. Now I laughed because I still hadn’t watched many live video’s & thought this was just because they were all close friends. Wow, how wrong I was for assuming that. The riding itself was uneventful & I was proud of Dragon for trusting me and going in the water. By this time I’ve completely fallen in love with him. Becky & I got to talking on the ride as our horses hung together most of it. I really liked her, she seemed like a normal person. Of course I didn’t know about her failed attempt at murdering a horse yet.  Michelle at one point during the ride mentioned to me possibly fostering Dragon, but nothing came about that day.  It was just idle chit chat, but got me hopeful I could help a horse, especially one I now loved. The worst part happened when our group was approached by a lady because one of the horses had pooped on the sand. She was a very misinformed person regarding having to pick up after horses.  She assumed it was the same laws as picking up after a dog. She originally tried talking to Robyn, but for whatever reason Robyn just turned her back. I didn’t hear the entire conversation but was graced with Michelle, Becky & Amanda yelling and cussing her out with an occasional word from Jonathan. I was in the water with Dragon when all this happened. The ladies husband than came down cussing, yelling and recording on his cell phone. I tried to shrink into the background as to not be targeted. Michelle took this opportunity to give the man the middle finger & said “tape this”. I never once said a word.  I now wonder what happened with that video, maybe someone reading this can find it & show the world what ugly personalities these people have towards the public that isn’t their village. After the pissing match simmered down it was all they could talk about. What they said, how they put them in their place. It was horrible. Yeah, the lady got nasty back but not until Michelle started in.

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Dragon before the Ramona parade

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Starbucks after the parade. So generously paid for by Michelle (cough, cough, eyeroll)

May 20th, the Ramona Parade. Nothing exciting happened during the parade, which made me love Dragon even more. He’s such an amazing horse & honestly don’t know why he’s still at HC (well, yeah I kinda do because they refuse to adopt him out).  Michelle got me all excited about being Dragon’s foster. Knowing I can’t financially afford full responsibility for a 4th horse I thought this would be amazing. My brain was going 100 miles an hour thinking I could possibly find him a home close to me or with a friend so I could always see him. She told me HC would pay up to $300 a month to a foster. Great, I pay $295 board which covers the basics & feed & I offered to pay for his feet, supplemental feed & any vet visit due to an injury or illness that happens during my care. We started planning & Dragon even stayed at another volunteer’s house in Ramona for a few days since it was closer to me so I could go get him once the paperwork was done. I was on the phone with my boarding facility; emails flew between them, me & between HC Amanda. I filled out everything. I set up the corral Dragon was to be moving into, and…… crickets…. NOTHING! No response, no “hey things aren’t going to work out”. HC for whatever reason wouldn’t sign the agreement with my boarding facility. I can only speculate now that they didn’t want to sign the contract & be legally responsible for his boarding fees. The last email I received from Amanda was on 5/27.

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At this point I got butt hurt you could say. I didn’t know what I did wrong or who I possibly upset to where they no longer wanted me to foster Dragon. I had even talked about him to several people including a therapeutic riding program and they all wanted to come see him once he was at my boarding facility. I felt like an idiot when I had to tell these people that the fostering fell through. I actually lied & said he had a potential adopter.

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Dragon with Michelle’s son being ponied on him

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Michelle in the parade, high on pain killers and horse drugs.

May 27th Valley Center Parade & the last day I saw Dragon. (Coincidence that this day was the last email I got from Amanda, Hmmmmm…..). This was the day of “Michelle breaking her back”. Before that fiasco Michelle had approached me and was upset that in our group chat for the parade riders I offered up Dragon for another volunteer to ride. After all I didn’t want to be selfish & K**** asked if she could ride him. Well, my bad I guess for assuming K**** could ride. After all she rode in the Norco parade. Michelle was not happy with me & made it known.  She even called her a few names before she was done with it & walked away. With everything going while tacking up & getting ready to leave (me planning on riding on the float) Howard started acting up. His rider just having boob surgery and who stated she wasn’t supposed to be riding felt uncomfortable with him, so I offered to ride him. Turns out Howard doesn’t like back cinches, easy fix. I hear he has been adopted now. I hope he truly is in a new home & didn’t take a bullet since all the sympathy ran out when the hole in his head healed. I got settled on Howard & that’s when Michelle decided to not spill her $5 coffee when her horse spun around. Her horse had a pretty decent spin, one I think I could have sat out even holding a coffee, but I’ve had my fair share of riding & have learned to hold on. Michelle hit the ground with a good thud landing on her side. She sat for a few minutes to regain herself & (this may come to a surprise to some) she actually blamed herself for coming off, not the horse. Once she was up she got pain killers (Motrin I thought, but now could be way wrong) took them & then proceed to her truck where she took out a syringe that look more like a diabetic needle than one made for a horse (I’m not claiming I’m a Dr. but I’ve seen both plenty of times to know the difference) and a vile of something. She told me it was made for horses & also said the name but I honestly don’t remember what it was called. I watched as Michelle filled the needle, 1 ½ cc’s she said should be enough & shot herself up right in the hip. I was blown away, horse drugs in a human can’t be good & she looked liked she had done it numerous times.  There was no hesitation in her when she jabbed the needle into her hip. She then proceeded to get on her horse and she did ride the entire parade. I know there was a video with her saying different lengths of how long she rode. Based on the photo time stamps on my phone from the parade it was about 3 hours total from mounting up, staging & back to the trailers. I can confirm that between the pills she took & the shot she was high as a kite & not feeling a damn thing. Scary part is she drove her truck & trailer back to the ranch afterwards. Robyn offered & I even offered to drive it but she refused. At this time I started feeling uncomfortable enough that the red flags didn’t get shoved to the back of my brain. I really started to questions things that I had seen and heard.

 

Once back at the ranch I bathed Dragon, gave him lots of love & put him away. In a new smaller corral (I’m guessing It was about a 48×48) with 3 other horses. If I would have known this was the last time I was going to see him  I may have done something to get him out of that hell hole right then and there. I beat myself up knowing I failed him. Failed the little man who trusted me. So, after taking care of him I bathed Novalee.  The wash area is a cement slab with a drain in the middle, one a horse could get their hoof caught in. No rubber mats. Thankfully she wasn’t tied tight cause she went down, sliding on the concrete. She landed on her side but bounced right back up. She had a few minor scraps, no blood. I found Robyn & told her what happened & she told me to just put her away that she was fine. No concern at all for her wellbeing. I walked her, checked her legs and did what I could to make sure she wasn’t injured & I put her away. And, cue Tonka the stud pony. He got out of his pen again while someone was cleaning. She came running after him just like the last one.  Nobody teaches the “never been around a horse” volunteers not to run at a horse. That boy has their number. I’m pretty sure this is a regular occurrence with him.  

 

The red flags from the day didn’t stop me entirely, although I was really cautious about all that was going on now. My eyes began to open to the BS. The 2nd truck from Louisiana was due in that night & I offered to help. Again there for the horses, right. I felt I had to help the horses & with Michelle going to the hospital I felt compelled because she expressed during the parade she hopped enough volunteers showed up tonight.

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Smoke. One of the lucky horses that went to a PB.

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First look into the trailer before they started unloading

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I was the one that sent this it Shed. Taken the night the 2nd truck arrived. Unsure who it was.

My teenage daughter came with to help. Kicking myself now for this as she’s worried sick about Camilla who melted into her for security that night. I hate that she cares so deeply for a horse that possibly has a gunshot to the head in her future (I have the sweetest pictures of the two of them, but chose not to share because I want to protect her). I left her at the barn to help triage (she’s going into the med field so no worries about her seeing anything gross). I was assigned to the area down the road where the hauler would be parking & unloading & then the horses loaded to smaller trailers to be taken to the ranch. I had the vehicle with the huge lights to brighten the entire area as it was around 10pm when they arrived. Truck rolls in and out of nowhere there’s Romney all done up in make-up, more ready for a date than horse intakes. This was the 1st time I’ve ever seen her in person. I said hi to her and got “who the fuck are you?” I was so blown away at how nasty she was to me. I wanted to snap back “gee bitch I’m here to help you & this fucked up mess” but I kept my mouth shut, for the horses. I mostly stayed in my vehicle & out of the way. I did handle Bambi when he came off the trailer. Just for a brief second before he was ripped from my hands by I think Ingrid (never got introduced). When this part of the fiasco was over I went back to the barn to help. It was organized chaos. My daughter helped with temps, worming & holding horses. Someone wanted to teach her how to give shots but she felt a little weird & declined. I held Bambi, Camilla, Smoke & Tilden. (Bambi later got his eye removed & is now suffering in a box stall. They did a fast update but wouldn’t remove his fly mask. Camilla they did a test ride on and now dumped who knows where. Smoke he’s a lucky boy & went home with a great PB who loves him dearly. Tilden, nobody knows, there’s been nothing on him since that night). Romney pranced around like she was a queen doing her live feed for maybe a half hour & got bored so she passed that duty off to Robyn & she went home. Never once did she touch a horse. I never once saw Robyn touch a horse either. All the work was being done by several volunteers. We worked our asses off that night taking care of the horses & being loving caring hands to help ease their pain & anxiety & tend to wounds. At one point I asked about Tara & Dawson because they appeared to be getting lots of attention. Someone told me that Michelle & Becky claimed them as their new horses. This brings up the fact they were paid for by donations, all treatment paid for by donations & transport paid for by donations knowing they would be owning them. Sadly Tara foundered & both are now thrown into the acres of lost horse to never be heard of again.  We wrapped up everything we could do and left around 3am completely exhausted.

 

July 19th is when Manson decided I was the troll & possibly Shedrow. In her lies she told me the reason the paperwork for Fostering wasn’t done was because he was lame, this would put him lame back on 5/27 the day of the VC parade where her son rode him, the last day Amanda emailed me. Yet on July 4th in the Parade group message was when someone told her he was lame. She didn’t seem to care & went on asking about the banner. If he was truly lame back in May why would someone have been riding him before a parade & planning on taking him yet Michelle asked how lame was he. Caught in a lie big time about a horse I loved. At this point I knew I was done. I won’t bore you with all the messages she sent me. Mostly it was her trying to convince me that the “haters” were bad & she was good. Between the night the truck came in & the 4th of July parade I started watching the live feeds & reading every post & I realized that this was no rescue, it’s a glorified hell hole where horses are dragged to their deaths for no reason. Raising money so they could live a spoiled lifestyle while horse go without proper care. I wish I had opened my eyes wide earlier then I wouldn’t fell like crap for the horses I’ve let down. Not just Dragon, but all the ones I met while there.

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There have been efforts by a few people to try and get Dragon safe. One person has already adopted 4 horses from them but they are on to the fact that we are friends & refused her his adoption.  Another “friend” emailed and asked about several horses & was only offered 2 of the 4 with high “adoption” fees and could only see them physically after filling out an adoption application. When asked about medical history & if a vet could come check out the horses the questions got ignored. Jodi was even said to not be available, yet less than 2 weeks later they do an update on her stating she’s up for adoption. Makes no sense & I’m not even going to try and figure it out.

When questioned about the criminal check on the adoption application Kelsey said they don’t do it. So uh, why is it on there?

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Now this made me laugh! Kelsey must be one of the smart ones, She figured out my fake email account) just like everyone has figured out all the fake HC FB followers’ accounts to bump the algorithm).  This happened less than an hour after I posted the screenshot of the “adoption” fees on the post regarding Comfort on the adoptables page. Guess the banhammer will be busy since you didn’t think to block people from that page or the Kids Page (hurry block me from that one).

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As I write this Dragon isn’t safe. There was a live feed update recently on him by someone new. I think it was an accident because she didn’t know the controversy surrounding him. I got a quick glimpse of him. He had a fly mask on so they may be hiding his runny eye problem. Sadly I watched it a few times & noticed he is off on his back left. This worries me as I know lame horses are shot without ever seeing a vet for diagnosis. I know now Michelle is using him as a pawn to hurt me. Letting him suffer to make me suffer. Michelle I will live on even after you kill him. A piece of my heart is with him & every single horse I’ve touched there. I’m that type of person, I care and love animals that come into my life. You will never understand this. I will cry for him just like I’ve cried for many other animals I’ve lost in my life. You using him as a pawn is only hurting him. You’re probably reading this laughing, thinking you’ve got me, that you’re hurting me. This I know is the sociopath way & you will never change without help from a professional.  I’m coming to terms I will never see Dragon, Camilla, Bambi, Tilden & many others again. When you crash & burn I will still be standing strong. You will not take me down!!

Happy weekend people.  I’m sorry I don’t have a catchy name for y’all.  It seems like all the good ones are snatched up.  I think `people’ is still a socially acceptable term or at least it was last time I checked.  Speaking of all things social, last night was the big Fireball fundraiser that Angrid has been working on for months.  Most of what I have to post about today is pretty heavy stuff, so maybe it’s best to ease into things with the Fireball Friday Fundraiser and a little peek into how that all worked out.

Early pics from the big event look like the Fireball event went about as most expected.  Angrid informed everybody there were only 100 tickets being sold and it looks like there may have been a few left over.  From her 2 for 1 deals, threats to give them away to homeless people and Biz Desk posts trying to give away tickets, it would seem that the event was not a sell out.  She issued preemptive face saver by stating that it may take 7 years for this `annual’ event to be profitable and it would seem they are right on track with that.  My goodness, I’ve seen a bigger crowd attend the opening of an envelope.  I had to laugh at Angrid’s claims that Fireball only cut a check to help because they can’t mail alcohol.  Well, yes they kinda can ship it, but they wouldn’t have had to because a company like Fireball has plenty reps working for it and I’m certain they have more than a couple in the Los Angeles area.   What likely happened is Fireball gave them a couple hundred bucks and then asked for their brand not to be pasted all over the event, which it appears it was not.  Even Fireball has standards.  With all the claims of selling `sexy singles’ and hot police officers in attendence, it almost seemed like the actual purpose of the event was to maybe get Angrid some sheet action, but like I said, even Fireball has standards.  I truly can’t wait to hear the post mortem official spin they put on things once they sober up.

Since the live feed-a-thon didn’t really work out too well last time, those wacky HiCalibrites decided they were going to put on funny hats and wigs and do `flash’ updates to encourage everybody to dig deep and sponsor horses even though it’s only been a few weeks since the last hay and hooves fund raising drive and I’m pretty sure that those horses aren’t on a 4 week trim schedule.  They also included recently purchased horses who should be covered for a few months with the $650 over and above purchase price they raise and that’s not even counting how much extra they raise for each horse because they never actually give a running tally.  Anyhow, the flash updates didn’t go so great either.  It was just a lot of heavy breathing, hands in front of the lens and horses either way off in the distance or they whiz right by so fast you can’t get a good look.  That was likely by design though.  We did learn that many of the Louisiana horses are still wearing their lot tags around their necks and it seemed we got to see Percy about 7 times.  He looks to be as sore as a boil, poor guy.  No word on how the big fund raising drive actually went, because it that’s just not how they roll.  Can’t wait to see what they come up with next week!

Just before the flash updates, they posted pics of some of the previous;y sponsored horses with thank you notes on a white board.  That’s a really nice idea actually, but again, not executed well or consistently.  Shit filled pens were the back drop for many of them and then we get to poor Squirrel.  I’m going to guess Squirrel is a cribber due to the miracle collar around her neck.  Sadly, that’s so not how you  put them on so they may as well write `Don’t crib’ on her white board for all the good it’s going to do.  I’m sure it’s not overly comfortable they way they have it and with the buckels right under her throat like they are, but it’s not likely stopping her cribbing if that’s what she does.  To make matters worse, she was shown in the flash updates the next day with it still on wrong. Word is that she’s had this contraption on wrong since sometime in July.

 

Techie was another one we got a flash update on.  It was a bit of a head scratcher.  He’s currently in with some young fillies and, as far as anybody knows, hasn’t had his remaining testicle removed.  His gofraudme is still active although not exactly raking it in.  Of course we have no way of knowing what was actually sent directly to the HiCaliber paypal to contribute to his surgery that never happened.  Was he not actually a rig or did he have his surgery?  Does Manson know that a rig could impregnate a young filly?  I guess we should tune in about 11 months from now to see what’s going on.  The other not so good thing about the flash updates and thank you boards was to see how much condition this young horse is starting to lose.  Yet another failing to thrive at the Manson family feed lot.

 

 

Phoebe was a filly that they purchased from Misner along with Tanner and Gosling.  Both Tanner and Gosling have been returned and, in Gosling’s case, adopted out again.  Now it’s Phoebe’s turn as she is up for sale.  I’m not sure how that works considering she was never on the $1 menu, but this is for sure her and she’s either in a really awkward stage of growth or something else is going on.  The $1000 price tag seems a bit much, but I sincerely hope this little girl lands softly and doesn’t have to return to the feed lot.

Here are a few more posts from the bat cave.  Manson bitching at people about fly spray being left on the ground and then posting a pic of a horse with a hay bag just begging for it to hang its hoof in it and wreck.  That’s not to mention the fly spray on the ground beside it that Manson felt it best to photograph rather than pick up.  Other volunteers post about crowded pens where horses continue to kick the crap out of each other.  The thing that actually puzzles me is the post about the sleeping horse and the one with the blanket that needs fixing.  In the time it took to make those posts so people who are probably not even on site to see (ie. ME), they could just go fix the blanket and go wake the horse up.  I know they are volunteers and they don’t all know very much about horses, but how hard is it to go straighten out a blanket?  Sometimes it seems like they over complicate things.

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Now we come to my least favorite part of doing these posts.  Our milk carton horses. First up today is Danielle.  Poor Danielle never got any respect from the beginning.  Purchased for $50 on July 11th, it was one of those days that HiCaliber bought more horses than they had trailers for and even Romney Faye Baker couldn’t shove and squeeze any more on their loads, so Danielle and a buddy got to spend an extra night at the sale barn until they could hitch a ride back to the feed lot.  Truth be told, they were probably happier at the sales barn,  because they had shade and clean water and the people there don’t seem to have itchy trigger fingers.  Once she made it to HiCaliber, Danielle got an intake video and then was never heard from again.  In the video Manson pretty much sets her up to disappear talking about her melanomas on her tail (not life threatening no matter what she says) and then goes on this riff that skinny horses look like they have stifle problems.  Don’t ask because I didn’t really get it either.  All this added up to a walk to the killing field for Danielle and getting erased off the website.  RIP Danielle.  #sayhername

We’re going to throw back all the way to last May for our next horse.  Beautiful Rita came from auction early in May 2016.  She was said to have come with injury to her fetlock.  The next we heard of her was a brief update towards the end of May where they talked about keeping her leg wrapped.  I’ve seen what passed for wraps from Manson and her med team, so that part wasn’t encouraging.  Rita was never heard of after that update.  There is some rumblings that she is one of the horses that prompted the midnight trailer ride rumors as she was there for feed one day and gone by the next morning.  Soon after, she was removed from the website and never mentioned again.  Rest easy, Rita.  #sayhername

Our next horse was Dockweiler.  He was purchased from Misner during their regular Tuesday auction run back in mid April of this year.  There is some confusion with Doc as he was initially called Theo, then identified as Dockweiler and renamed Doc.  Doc was never a stake horse, but he appeared to have been a hard knocking and consistent one.  With lifetime stats of 10 – 10 – 2, he rarely missed a check even though he ran for cheap.  Only 7 years old, he came sporting some ankle jewelery common in racehorses aka osselets.  His right osselet was pretty large and likely not set yet as Doc had last raced only in January of this year (he won).  The thing about osselets is they look bad and their x-rays can be scary, but once they `set’, most horses will be sound enough for light riding.  Some will be able to do even more depending on the degree of arthritis in the joint.  Out of all the things an OTTB can have wrong with it, that’s one of the less problematical ones if you know how to manage them.  Clearly Manson did not.  Doc is no longer with us.  RIP Dockweiler, I’m so sorry so many people failed you.  #sayhisrealname #dockweiler

Bullwinkle was an owner relinquishment that came in last August.  In the intake video Manson makes some mention that they did raise funds for him presumably for their `responsible rescue’ fee.  He was an OTTB, but they never bothered to identify him.  His name was actually Rocky, but since they have this strange hang up that names can’t be reused, this 20 year old horse was stripped of even that.  Rocky didn’t last long at HiCaliber but I sadly don’t have the exact date of his departure.  That’s the problem with these milk carton horses.  They tend to wipe them off the website within a day or two.  I think it’s fairly easy to surmise from Manson’s update and statement about not being a sanctuary, that Bullwinkle didn’t last very long at HiCaliber. RIP Rocky #Sayhisrealname

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One of Manson’s stock statements is that even if she buys a horse and euthanizes it immediately, it’s still `rescue’. I can’t figure out what part of any of this is `rescue’.  Shooting horses in the face for space is not rescue.  I know that Manson claims that is not the case, but what else can you call it when horses with perfectly manageable issues just vanish off the face of the earth on a regular basis?  An osselet is certainly no reason to shoot a horse before it’s had a chance to set.  Several horses have melanomas and live many years.  In some cases horses can’t be made riding sound, and so what?  That is part of rescue and if they can’t place horses like that, then they really need to quit buying them because I’m more than tired of having to memorialize these animals because the people who OWED it to them couldn’t be bothered.  I get the feeling may of us are more tore up over these horses we never had the privilege of meeting than the person that looked them in the eye and pulled the trigger.  How messed up is that?  While we’re wondering things, how is it that other rescues manage to operate without the carnage and without hiding the bodies?  I get that the nature of rescue means that you’re going to have more than your fair share of issues and untimely ends, but this is taking it to another level.  As they threw themselves another expensive piss up in Los Angeles last night, I wonder how many horses had empty water tubs.   How many stalls went uncleaned and who was on the property and sober overnight in case of emergency?  Something’s gotta give soon.  Meanwhile, we’ll keep saying their names and marking their passings.  Enjoy your weekend because Tuesday and the next death march will be here all too soon.

I’ve been procrastinating today.   Tuesdays are always such shit shows and today was no exception. Plus you can add the other stuff I need to cover that I probably should have a few days ago and it makes for a long assed post.  I certainly notice a shift in the wind the past week or so not only with the HiCaliber antics, but even the detractors are all kinda getting restless.  It would be fascinating to watch and analyze if there weren’t still so many horses suffering and taking their last walks to the tarp behind the shed.  Mostly, I just give my head a shake and carry on.  I think what we’ll do is start with auction and then work our way backwards.  Sadly, we have some milk carton horses to honor too, but we’ll get to that in a bit.  So, grab a coffee or whatever your morning beverage of choice is and I strongly suggest you make it Irish.  The fuckery of the last few days has been way too real.

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So, this week’s auction was fun.  I wish I was there.  Apparently Romney Faye threw a pretty huge bitch fit in the chutes when she found out she isn’t actually queen of the chutes and other people can go back there too.  I think that was the first blow to the HiCaliber gravy train today.  Another, was several other entities were there to check things out.  This meant no more lying about when horses were running through, although Romney Faye did claim they were `early’ this week.  There would also be an actual record of the prices they dropped the hammer at.  I think the highlighted wording in the screen shot I posted above pretty much tells the story.  Romney Faye appreciating the help and allowing other people to buy horses or `step up’.  What really confuses me is why she thinks she is entitled to know who anybody at auction is whether they be a private citizen or rescue.  It’s not like anybody needs HiCaliber’s permission to purchase a horse or anything.  In fact, I don’t blame them for not giving names and rescue info out, since Romney Faye and her buddy Bubba Misner tried to run the bid up  on them last week.  In fact, Bubba got in trouble for being a dick again today by trying to jump a bid $300.  He also did his best to run bids up which only ended up costing Baker Ranch a lot of money for the mini mare and foal at the end of the day when Bubba got caught out with the high bid.  Oops.  HiCaliber was pretty much shut out and didn’t actually bid on anything themselves although many of the horses noted as sold to Bubba on the sheet above ended up with HiCaliber or their private buyers.  Since their weekly quota and eyelash fund wasn’t even close to being filled,  Romney Faye stomped out of auction about 15 mins after the horses ran through and went and found two horses on Misner’s lot to drag home for Manson to shoot.  Both have cancer issues and one only has one eye.  We all know how well one-eyed horses make out at the HiCaliber feed lot.  The great news is that at least 7 horses were truly saved and that means they were bought by other parties/rescues, that have no links to HiCaliber.  You would think that most people who care about animals would just be happy they weren’t sold to flipper or Misner, but no,  the village idiots think that all horses should go to HiCaliber and so the shade started…

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I usually blank the village idiots’ names out of screen shots, but I really can’t be bothered today.  They are being over-the-top hateful and ignorant so they can just go ahead and own their cuntiness.  I’m over it.  My best guess is that denied their weekly fix of the last minute save, they are starting to get testy on us or something.  Driving over to Misner’s to fill the weekly quota just doesn’t provide the same thrill.  It’s clear that most of them will believe whatever line of BS HiCaliber feeds them including that vets do intakes.  That hasn’t happened since last year.  Manson and the med team do the intakes and IF they think they need a 100% vet then maybe they’ll get to see one.  Have none of these knuckle draggers realized that they don’t even do regular intake videos any longer?  Hell, Thomas never got to see a vet.  Go back and watch his video.  Manson says that the vet was at the ranch doing dentals and not that she was actually doing intakes.  Most of Manson’s lies are very carefully worded like that and are actually lies of omission.  It was the same thing with Moose, now known as Deacon; the vet never saw the horse, but Manson played it off like they had even though that was proven wrong as far as the EOTRH situation.

Not content to keep the drama in her own house, Manson decided to branch out and strike out at The Golden Carrot Sanctuary this past week. I think the post started out as more of a venting about donors withdrawing support of a horse, but Manson took it personal and assembled her crew to come create some drama.  They did not disappoint.  I think Manson may be have been high because she actually threw herself under the bus.  It was revealed that she figured Golden Carrot would fail with Saban, which further proves how much she hated that horse.  What rescue will send a horse off to a place they think they will fail?  Then she reveals that Saban came in with the head wound (which is likely a lie), which would mean he sat there without it being treated for 5 months and she sent him off to Fice knowing he was hurt.  Whichever way she attempts to point the finger only adds up to her failing that horse.  My favorite part was Manson posting her own intake sheets and those need a closer look…

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This is the intake sheet Manson posted as evidence that they did not harm Saban.  There’s just so much going on with it!  First off, it may be on a Temecula Creek letter head, but I know of no vet or tech that would write `furry’ as a coat condition.  They may write `coarse’ or more probably they would write `hypertrichosis’ which is the actual term, but for sure a professional wouldn’t write `furry’ unless they were a 13-year-old girl or a pretentious wannabe. Furriness aside, what is important about this sheet are the horses on it.  Roe and Saban.  They did not come into HiCaliber at the same time.  They didn’t even come from the same place.  Saban was bought at auction on January 10th and Roe, came along the following weekend as an owner relinquishment.  If you look above at all the village idiots and Manson insisting that all horses see a vet within 24 hours, wouldn’t it be impossible for Roe and Saban to be on the same intake sheet considering Saban came in from auction with 5 other horses.  How did Roe manage to get ahead of him on the intake sheet and why are there no dates on those sheets.  There is at least one lie being told, but it’s up to you to decide what that is.  Do all horses get to see a vet within 24 hours?  Did a vet do this intake?  Was Saban wounded prior to purchase?  I’m guessing the answer to all these questions are fluid.  What we do know is that after this little clusterfuck, HiCaliber scrubbed any posts mentioning the donation amounts that had to do with Saban.  So transparent!

Here’s some pictures taken around the feed lot this week.  It seems the glam team needs to step up their game when horses are starting to grow fungus and poor RJ is not thriving since his return from foster.  Aussie’s surgical site appears to have not seen any care and the bandage is only going to cut off her ciruclation and potentially damage her tail the way it has scrunched down.  The overcrowding and general disrepair continues, but at least Manson’s horse has water  even if all the others do not.

As we get closer to the big Fireball Friday extravaganza, which I hear tickets are hard to even give away for, Angrid and company continue to jump at shadows and look at each other with squinty eyes.  I have a suggestion for them that I’ve made before; take care of those animals, practice true transparency and start posting invoices and I’ll go away.  Seriously.  I’m tired.  Straighten up and fly right and you don’t have to worry about your private bat cave or who finds out you’re going to go make drunken asses of yourselves at Fiesta Island again.  If horses weren’t being neglected and left to suffer in feed lot conditions, I wouldn’t really care what you get up to.  It really is that simple.  I don’t want to see any more crap like we saw with Mirage last week.  Speaking of which…

 

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Still having issues with low water/no water

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Seriously, WTF is up with orange shirt guy?

Where to even start with this mess?  This poor horse.  Ever since the day she arrived at HiCaliber a few weeks ago, it’s been disturbing.  From Manson’s obsession with her vagina including the endless photo sessions with it and finally to her horrific ending.  I don’t even think that’s an exaggeration either.  Even though Manson was apparently off lunching with her feeders when the colic was first noticed, it wouldn’t have changed much. The mare had been brought home from the clinic immediately after a fairly major surgery not even a week prior and didn’t appear to receive the proper care.  From the screen shots above, feed and water continued to be an issue and we even had a village idiot helpfully come over to the comment section here and inform us she had been having problems passing her poop.  The horse, not the villager, although going by her behavior she’s probably a big bunged up too.  I’m not sure if it is because they truly don’t know anything about colic and how to assess or that nobody noticed until things were too late, but once again another HiCaliber horse suffered needlessly.  From what I’ve seen from other colics they have filmed, they don’t know.  Apparently that stethoscope that Manson likes to drape around her neck for live feeds is merely decoration and she doesn’t know how to listen to their gut, check gums, or tap a belly.  Any single one of those things would have probably told her that horse needed to be released right then and there.  For once she could have even been justified in shooting one if the vet couldn’t get there soon enough.  Instead, they load an unstable horse in the trailer while she’s thrashing around and, of course, she goes down and hurts herself worse.  I gathered from Bang Bang Becky’s live feed, the horse was found in distress, they medicated and turned her in the arena for some reason and then things got worse.  From what I know of colic,  I’m guessing they hit the mare with banamine and masked her pain enough for the horse to be in real and serious trouble by the time it started wear off.  None of this was likely going to change the ultimate outcome, but it certainly prolonged the agony and suffering.  I’m not really surprised given that we saw them put Boyer and Clint through basically the same thing by trying to play vet themselves.  Part of being a good horseman is knowing when you’re in over your head and when to get a vet out.  What is with these people not getting the vet out on an emergency when they need one?  I’m talking the real 100% vet and not Manson and Google.  Anyhow, the mare apparently died `on her own’ shortly after they got to the clinic which is really horrible when you think how long she suffered and how bad it was for her to just lay down and die.  Despite raising $4500 for two surgeries to fix her fistula, when she only had one, the begging for money started before the horse had passed. Manson sat in her car and cried for the camera telling us all that she was too upset to go in and be with the horse.  The actual reason was she probably didn’t want to case conference with her colleagues when she didn’t have her scrubs on.   I’m not entirely sure what the money was needed for considering the mare passed on her own before she had much more than a catheter ran, meaning there should have been in excess of $2000 in her personal surgery fund that people had already donated to.  That wasn’t even the worst part of the day.  For some reason, the Manson family and friends decided to gather for a photo shoot with Mirage’s dead body.  This poor mare was robbed of her dignity even in death.   Her name was Causingacheckmate, she was eleven years old and she deserved much more dignity in life and in death.  #sayherrealname

I get a lot of questions about the Appy mares and Breezy in my inbox.  I’m sorry to say that Charity met her end at HiCaliber.  I’m not sure if Manson did the honors, but while they were crying and posing for pictures with Causingacheckmate aka Mirage, they allowed Charity to pass without so much as a mention.  Even if it was warranted and the previous owners agreed, she deserved to be mentioned.  Breezy and Lupe remain at HiCaliber, with reports of Breezy finally doing better.  The other two mares, Pat and Tillie are apparently off to one last good home, so there is at least that good news.  I find Manson’s response to the inquiries about the horses to be laughable considering she’s the one that brought the fire down on their former home with her lies and continues to do that to the Peruvian mares’ former owners as her village idiots regularly attack them.  Don’t forget that both these families are grieving the loss of loved ones that were connected to all these horses.  I guess grief only counts if it is used to raise money for Manson and friends. RIP Charity #sayhername

Josie also took the tarp nap recently.  No tears or mourning for her either.  The poor mare was basically ghost on that feed lot anyhow.  Purchased in May, not much beyond intake was ever mentioned about her.  Manson has  recently become more secretive about her `gone to heaven’ horses and their deets so I can’t really say what Josie’s transgression was that caused Manson to erase her, but she’s gone according to my sources.  They bought her the very end of May at auction, she was given a clean bill of health and then kicked out in one of the larger herds.  That’s pretty much the last we heard of Josie.  RIP Josie #sayhername

I saw the above screen shot on a FB page the other day.  For me, this is pretty much what my issue with the HiCaliber situation is.  Yes, the grifting and money sleight of hand is beyond the pale,  but I’m most concerned with the horses.  Those five freedoms that they all deserve are not being met at a place that purports to be a rescue.  The HiCaliber horses are not always free from hunger and thirst.  That’s been proven over and over recently.   Freedom from discomfort including a shelter and resting area is hard to come by for most horses at HiCaliber and then you have the screen shot of Manson pointing out that shelter is not required.  Way to do the bare minimum!  Freedom from pain, injury and disease by providing rapid diagnosis and treatment.  Again, not happening at HiCaliber unless you count the 30% vet experimenting on these poor souls.  Freedom to express normal behavior?  Nope, not even a little bit.  Besides being cooped up in stalls or tiny pens, if a horse so much as looks at Manson the wrong way, they get branded as `behavioral’ and marked for death.  Look at how Saban has turned around now that he has room to move and just be a normal horse.  Freedom from fear and distress.  That’s not consistently happening at HiCaliber either.  The fact most of their horses aren’t regularly handled and need sedation to have anything done with them pretty much says it all.  Rescue should be about more than just keeping them alive with the bare minimum legal standard.  It should be giving them a life worth living and keeping them with these 5 freedoms in mind until a forever home can be found to provide them.

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I want to close off today with a few things that need to be mentioned.  My function as far as this blog goes is to pass on information.  That’s it.  I understand I often serve it with a healthy dose of snark and I go `there’, when most people wouldn’t.  I make no claims to any sort of moral high ground in most cases.  Yes, I make fun of Manson, Romney Faye and the more prominent members of the Manson family.  Absolutely!  If they put it out there, I’m going to comment, but where I will draw a line is calling somebody `It’.  I am nobody’s moral compass or keeper, but I do ask that if you’re going to say things like that, please don’t do it and wave your shedrow flag and for sure don’t do it and come over here to spread that sort of hate.  There are many of us that want to see an end to the hoarding, neglect and suffering at HiCaliber, but that’s where our commonalities end in many cases.  The amount of chest pounding and me, me, me I’ve seen in the past few days alone is gobsmacking.  Keep it in your pants, people!  We only have to join forces long enough to accomplish this one goal and then we can all separate ways and I can go back to having free time and not having nightmares about horses suffering and starving to death.  As for me, I’m going to take a few days to regroup and sort out the monster that is my inbox.  Until next time…

Today we have another guest poster.  I can’t express how important these first hand accounts are and what it takes for people to step up and share their experiences.  The bravery it takes to step out of the shadows and speak up for the horses is inspiring.  The videos at the end of the post are of the people working with Chi that got her safe.  It just goes to show that HiCaliber has had good people trying to make a difference once upon a time.  Sadly, they often aren’t treated much better than the horses and don’t last long. I’m always happy to turn over the platform in these instances, so I’m going to get out of the way and let Chi’s story be told by one of the people who loved her and helped to get her safe.

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Chi in the middle, Willow (RIP) behind.

I’m going to tell Chi’s story and I’m going to spoil the ending by telling you she got out. She is safe. But she almost wasn’t.

I met Chi during a Catching in Herd class. Its to teach HiCaliber volunteers how to catch difficult horses in herd in a way that teaches the horse how to be caught. By now I’m sure you know that they throw horses into the herds and forget about them, leaving them with almost no human contact or interaction to thrive or fail. They throw horses in the herd so they don’t have to bother with them, people forget their names, and they can be executed later with little to no repercussions.

Chi was the most reluctant to be caught so we focused on her. It took 45 minutes the first time and throughout she was NEVER aggressive. All she did was hide behind other horses and try and get away. We caught her, loved on her, and then released her. For the next student it took 15 minutes to catch her and again we loved on her and released. After a short break the third student was able to walk right up to her, put on a halter, love on her and release her. Chi even followed the student for a bit, wanting more love. She wanted to trust. She wanted to learn. But she had been dumped into an environment that was setting her up for failure.

We left the herd, the class having been successfully concluded only to run into Taylor. When she found out we had been catching Chi she was hugely disappointed we had not brought her with us as Chi was on the list for euth. We were all surprised so that night I inquired to a person I thought I could trust what was wrong with Chi. I was told that Chi had been returned twice for behavioral issues. Again, I thought I could trust this person (it wasn’t Michelle) so I believed her only to have another volunteer question the story.

Well I figured we would use her for the next class to see what the behavioral issue was and if it could be fixed. We pulled her from the herd, took all of 10 mins, and then we practiced round penning with her. She was so good that we also practiced several other exercises. By the end she was following all the volunteers around the round pen, not calling to other horses, and being a really good girl. I was struck at how quickly she learned and how calm she could be for an Arab with “behavioral issues.”

https://www.facebook.com/Hunter.Erika/videos/10206932009150976/

Then I found out her story. She was part of Erika Hunter’s Valley Center Youth to the Rescue Program and SoCal TIP program because she was part of the “unhandled yearlings” herd kept at Indian Hill Ranch where Erika had her business. Chi was labeled a yearling by HiCaliber and did wonderful in the program, although strangely never saw a vet to be properly aged even after she was able to be handled.

In the Valley Center Youth to the Rescue Program, Chi was brought from being pretty much completely unhandled all the way to doing freestyle performances with her trainer (who was under the age of 10). There were video’s of Chi doing the Freestyle Course while being compliant and having a good time. Her little girl fell in love with her and the family adopted Chi. Chi was returned when they did a vet check and found that instead of being a yearling she was somewhere around 8 years old. She was never going to grow big enough for the child to ride. So because HiCaliber mislabeled her age she was returned.

After Chi was returned, Erika and a rider at her barn took her on as their special project. While Chi was not a mustang, they added her into the SoCal TIP program. Her trainer was 14 years old at the time. She had Chi under saddle and doing small jumps without issue. Chi was having fun! Then the wheels stopped when Erika was unexpectedly evicted from her property and Chi along with the rest of the HiCaliber horses had to return to ranch.

https://www.facebook.com/HiCaliberHorseRescue/videos/1235218616560139/

I have heard that she was first thrown into a small pen with 3 other bigger horses and very quickly got the crap beat out of her by them. Volunteers had to pull her out of the pen, treat her and move her into a stall while she healed. After that, she was bounced back and forth between being in the herd and occasionally in a stall. She did leave for foster for a while, but was returned from her foster as well. Michelle did a video with updates on January 25, 2017 that included her. Funny that she never once mentioned that she had behavioral issues. Fast forward to June 14 and she is suddenly unmanageable and dangerous. If you throw a horse that has only recently been taught to be handled into a herd and never touch them again – they will revert back to their old ways. When Michelle wrote, “We have exhausted all that we can reasonably do” and “But I need to know that I/we did everything we could possibly do” “and she was returned multiple times” was total bullshit. They did nothing for this horse, but not properly vet her, give her to a foster to try and then throw her in a herd when she came back. The only person that ever did what should have been done was Erika Hunter and those young girls. Although, I guess the fact that a child and a teenager could work with her definitely means that HiCaliber is incompetent at doing the same and she is DANGEROUS. They never worked her, never made decent ads for her and never gave her a chance.

Chi’s only crime was to be small (13.1 hands I think) and mislabeled a yearling by HCHR. That’s it. But because of that they decided to put her down.

Several volunteers rallied to find her a home before she could be executed for shortness, I mean “behavioral issues”. Michelle was so upset at us that she even did a live feed on the Biz page (which she deleted of course) basically saying we were wasting our time with Chi when there were more adoptable horses that could be networked and advertised. I thought we were supposed to rescue horses. I guess I was wrong.

Chi was adopted several weeks ago. When I went to get her, I found her in the round pen with a rope halter hanging off her neck. This just made my decision to leave more concrete than it already was. Who leaves a rope halter on a horse that is not being led? The new owner came on a Monday and I walked her down from the upper round pen to near the shack were most horses are executed and out the back gate. I started crying and telling her she was safe. The incredibly understanding woman that rescued Chi from the rescue let me sob on her shoulder for a moment. But even after they left I couldn’t stop crying. I walked back to my car past rows and rows of horses that, at best, are being neglected, and at worst are being abused and executed.

When I got home that night I left HiCaliber. I couldn’t volunteer there anymore. I couldn’t stomach the lies, the bullying and neglect any more. And for my own safety I had to leave before I could be put down for “behavioral issues.”

Riley

AKA Ze Munin, Former volunteer and instructor for HCHR

Link to Hunter Horsemanship page with live video with her and her young trainer