Bent Pines Farm

Bent Pines Farm Bent Pines Farm is a teaching homestead and future spiritual retreat in the Northwest panhandle of Florida.

Our mission is to create a more compassionate world by healing people's connection to God and God's creation.

Today was our last adventure. It was just a car ride with a McDonald's treat for Tank. No rally trial, weight pull, or t...
05/31/2026

Today was our last adventure. It was just a car ride with a McDonald's treat for Tank. No rally trial, weight pull, or training class.

I had to help him into the car. He can no longer make it on his own.

I had to keep the AC on 62, and he still panted all the way.

He couldn't quite get comfortable. He couldn't ride with his head on my shoulder like he used to.

It was precious... and heartbreaking.

I'm cherishing every last just as I did every first. He's been my best friend and adventure buddy for so long, I'm not sure what life will look like without him.

He will take a big piece of me with him.

Haven't been on social media much lately, because I'm struggling. I was already working through the grief of losing Coma...
05/19/2026

Haven't been on social media much lately, because I'm struggling.

I was already working through the grief of losing Comanche, my partner of 17 years. I recently had to accept that Tank won't make it through another summer.

I'm so grateful that I have the best large animal vet ever. She's willing to help me say goodbye to him here on the farm he loves.

I still miss Bear. I still miss Comanche.

When the last of my best boys are gone, I will be heartbroken.

I am doing the best I can to make memories during Tank's final days, days I can one day look back on and cherish.

I don't want to wait too long and look back at pictures where he was clearly in pain, but I couldn't let go. I did that to Bear, and I won't repeat that mistake.

This is by far the hardest part of loving an animal.

I know that this too shall pass, but for now, I'm giving myself the grace to feel the grief.

Meet Daisy my miracle chicken.I named the first round of chicks. I learned my lesson though when we lost 3 of the 4. One...
04/24/2026

Meet Daisy my miracle chicken.

I named the first round of chicks. I learned my lesson though when we lost 3 of the 4. One to a dog, and 2 to a opossum attack.

I thought we were going to lose Daisy too. She was in bad shape with a badly damaged beak. Everything I read told me a beakless chicken couldn't survive.

Yet here she is a year later. She's not just alive. She lays almost an egg a day.

I showed her a lot of TLC those first few week, but she's figured out how to eat and drink.

Never doubt the power of nature to heal and adapt. It's a miracle unfolding before your eyes every day.

The hardest thing about losing a horse is the way life goes on without him. There's no funeral. No will. No condolences ...
04/19/2026

The hardest thing about losing a horse is the way life goes on without him. There's no funeral. No will. No condolences or bereavement time.

You bury him without a ceremony, and life goes on.

And only the other horse girls really get how much the quiet at the gate really hurts.

My vet sent a beautiful hand written note that left me sobbing in the driveway. I still have to remind myself every morning that he's gone.

I'm doing my best to feel, deal, and heal, but the hole in my chest has knocked the wind out of my sails.

I still have horses to ride and things to do, but nothing will ever be the same as the bond Comanche and I shared. I miss my boy.

It's been a month. Not a day goes by that I don't walk outside and miss seeing his face. It's too quiet without him. The...
04/07/2026

It's been a month. Not a day goes by that I don't walk outside and miss seeing his face. It's too quiet without him. There's too much empty space where he used to be.

Saddle fitting isn't new knowledge. It's lost knowledge. Cavalry officers in the 19th century knew more than most horse ...
03/26/2026

Saddle fitting isn't new knowledge. It's lost knowledge. Cavalry officers in the 19th century knew more than most horse professionals in the 21st century. Definitely something we should do better!

Cavalry Officers Took Saddle Fit Seriously — So Why Do We Think It’s a Modern Idea?

In the 18th and 19th centuries, cavalry horses were expected to work extremely hard.

They might:

• carry riders for 10–12 hours a day
• travel 30–50 miles in a day
• carry heavy equipment
• remain sound for months of campaigning

A poorly fitting saddle didn’t just cause discomfort — it could disable a horse.

Common problems included:

• saddle sores
• pressure necrosis
• swelling along the back
• muscle atrophy
• lameness from compensatory tension

A horse with a sore back was useless in battle or transport.

For the military, that meant lost mobility, lost supply lines, and lost combat power.

So saddle fit was treated as a serious operational issue, not just a comfort issue.

Cavalry Officers Were Trained in Saddle Fit

Professional cavalry officers were actually trained to evaluate saddle fit.

Military manuals from the 1800s include detailed instructions about:

• tree width
• panel contact
• wither clearance
• saddle balance
• pressure distribution

They understood that the saddle had to distribute the rider’s weight across the horse’s back without creating focal pressure points.

Many armies also used standardized saddle trees designed to fit the majority of remount horses.

But they still emphasized inspection and adjustment.

What They Looked For

When evaluating a saddle, cavalry officers were taught to look for several basic things.

Spinal clearance was essential so the saddle tree did not press on the horse’s spine or interfere with the movement of the back.

They also looked for even weight bearing, ensuring the saddle distributed pressure along the muscles on either side of the spine rather than concentrating force in one small area.

Padding and blankets were carefully managed as well. Saddle blankets were adjusted to protect the horse’s back and help maintain even contact between the saddle and the horse’s musculature.

These principles were not complicated, but they were considered critical to preventing back soreness during long campaigns.

The Old Manuals

When you read the old cavalry manuals, they emphasize saddle fit constantly.

They warn about:

• pressure points
• sore backs
• uneven weight distribution
• improper saddle balance

In other words:

The old horsemen understood saddle fit mattered a lot.

The “One Saddle Fits Every Horse” Belief

It is common to hear older horsemen say that they have used the same saddle on every horse they have owned for thirty years and never had a problem. Statements like this have helped create the impression that modern discussions about saddle fitting are new or overly technical.

In reality, the historical record shows the opposite.

Horsemen responsible for managing large numbers of cavalry horses understood that saddle fit mattered greatly. Military manuals repeatedly emphasized correct saddle balance, pressure distribution, and regular inspection of the horse’s back.

The idea that saddle fit is a modern invention is therefore misleading. The principles have been recognized for centuries — they simply have not always been discussed in the same language or with the same scientific terminology we use today.

What many riders interpret as “one saddle fitting every horse” may simply mean the horses tolerated it well enough to continue working — not that the saddle truly fit each horse correctly.

What Hasn’t Changed

This is exactly what the quote is pointing to.

Technology has changed.

Materials have changed.

But the biomechanics of the horse’s back have not.

A saddle still needs to:

• distribute weight evenly
• allow spinal movement
• avoid focal pressure
• accommodate muscle development

Saddle fitting isn’t a modern trend — it’s a rediscovery of principles horsemen understood long before us.

https://koperequine.com/switching-to-a-better-fitting-saddle-and-the-journey-beyond/

Looking forward to our first ride. The days are finally getting longer and warmer, so we'll finally have more training t...
03/23/2026

Looking forward to our first ride.

The days are finally getting longer and warmer, so we'll finally have more training time in the evenings after work.

Bo has been everything I hope for and so much more. Sweet, playful, athletic, soft, responsive.

I'm having fun taking it slow and building our partnership before I step into the saddle.

He's 3 and--God willing--we'll have a lifetime of rides together, so I'm enjoying the journey and not focusing on the destination.

Today I was going through some paperwork, and there was Comanche's registration. It stopped my dead in my tracks.He's go...
03/20/2026

Today I was going through some paperwork, and there was Comanche's registration. It stopped my dead in my tracks.

He's gone. He'll never meet me at the gate or the water trough again. I miss him every time I drive down the driveway, every time I walk outside.

My husband made my dreams come true. I could see him from my bedroom window, from the front yard, and from just about everywhere on the property.

But now he's gone. I made him a promise that no matter what was going on in my life, he would be with me to his last breath, and he was. Now I'll miss him until my last breath.

Despite the cold spell, Spring has cleary sprung. Every one is shedding. My clothes are covered in every color of dog, h...
03/19/2026

Despite the cold spell, Spring has cleary sprung. Every one is shedding. My clothes are covered in every color of dog, horse, and cat hair.

Warmer weather is on the way. Longer days and more sunshine are coming.

It's been a long winter, and I am personally very ready for evening rides and farmer's tans.

Nothing says farmlife like a goofy 120 pound dog trying to get your attention the first time you get to sit down all day...
03/17/2026

Nothing says farmlife like a goofy 120 pound dog trying to get your attention the first time you get to sit down all day because you're running 5 minutes late with his dinner. 🤣

Seriously though... Animals are my life. They are my greatest joy. I am who I am because of them.

I used to think that they were the reward for working myself into ground. I thought that the goal was to achieve more, so that one day I could enjoy my being with my animals.

They taught me that being fully present was the point. They didn't care how many letters were after my name or how much money I made or many toys I could buy.

They only cared that I showed up.

Address

108 Kemper Lane
Defuniak Springs, FL
32433

Opening Hours

Tuesday 9am - 5pm
Wednesday 9am - 5pm
Thursday 9am - 5pm
Friday 9am - 5pm
Saturday 9am - 5pm

Telephone

+18505850373

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