From the Founder
I have been around horses showing, riding, etc., since the early 1960's. In 1988, my husband, Tom, and I rescued our first horse together - an pretty mare that had been neglected. After being rehabilitated and brought back to full health, we found a quality home for her, and so our adventure began. But, it wasn't until we moved to Sandy, Oregon that we really began taking in horses in need, rehabilitating them and finding them homes. That was in 2000. We started slow but found by 2006 our efforts had exceeded our expectations, and our finances, so we filed for our 501c3 Non Profit status, which was granted in February 2007. My love of mustangs started in 2000 when my husband, Tom, and I attended our first BLM adoption - I was hooked. Since then we began adopting and gentling our own mustangs. As a professional horse trainer I was not prepared for the knowledge these guys would give me and a world of unconditional love that I was headed for. We operated a successful rescue in Sandy, Oregon, working closely with law enforcement, BLM, and other organizations to provide a safe environment for horses that have endured starvation, neglect and physical abuse. Each animal that comes to us receives medical attention and daily positive human contact. We strive to rehabilitate each horse in the hope that we can locate responsible, caring and loving homes. Our goal is to give each horse the opportunity at a second chance at life, never having to endure starvation, neglect or abuse again. We do this because of our love of these magnificent animals.
In 2016, we relocated to Texas where the weather was more conducive for our aging population. The dampness of the Northwest was beginning to show its signs, and the dryness of the West Texas plains has been a blessing. Our horses range from 6 years old (Carson) to Granny at the age of 37. No longer having to stand in rain soaked fields, and each having stalls and cover to get out of the elements, has allowed them to flourish.
Our lives are dedicated to saving these horses. So, what do I do? I live and breathe caring for unwanted, abused, neglected, and abandoned horses 24/7. Regardless of whether I'm sick, injured, tired, the weather is bad, or I'm having a bad day they depend on me to take care of them. There is no other reward to me than watching a herd of horses, domestic and wild together, on a crisp early morning begin their "liberty" run - 20+ horses running through the fields in a band, ground shaking, horses bucking and playing as they maintain their group, circling around and passing by me as if welcoming me back as an old friend. Or, standing in the middle of young foals that have gathered around me to be scratched and loved on. Or, that first touch with a wild one that has never learned to trust a human but now approaches without fear. Or, seeing a horse that was on death's door run across the open field nickering and hurrying to catch up with its pasture mates. What do I do? I thank God each day for a life that He has given me.
Susan Pohlman, Founder/Director
In 2016, we relocated to Texas where the weather was more conducive for our aging population. The dampness of the Northwest was beginning to show its signs, and the dryness of the West Texas plains has been a blessing. Our horses range from 6 years old (Carson) to Granny at the age of 37. No longer having to stand in rain soaked fields, and each having stalls and cover to get out of the elements, has allowed them to flourish.
Our lives are dedicated to saving these horses. So, what do I do? I live and breathe caring for unwanted, abused, neglected, and abandoned horses 24/7. Regardless of whether I'm sick, injured, tired, the weather is bad, or I'm having a bad day they depend on me to take care of them. There is no other reward to me than watching a herd of horses, domestic and wild together, on a crisp early morning begin their "liberty" run - 20+ horses running through the fields in a band, ground shaking, horses bucking and playing as they maintain their group, circling around and passing by me as if welcoming me back as an old friend. Or, standing in the middle of young foals that have gathered around me to be scratched and loved on. Or, that first touch with a wild one that has never learned to trust a human but now approaches without fear. Or, seeing a horse that was on death's door run across the open field nickering and hurrying to catch up with its pasture mates. What do I do? I thank God each day for a life that He has given me.
Susan Pohlman, Founder/Director