I have Walkers; one each of the “old Plantation type” and a youngster who would have been a strong BL candidate had he grown beyond pony size. I believe that his having been culled and dumped in an auction was probably the best thing that happened to him!
They are definitely 2 different types. The Old-Fashioned one is 16.1 h, big-boned, and has a tendency toward the trot if pushed too hard in gait. He trots like a box of rocks, so we sure discourage that! He trots sometimes at liberty, though. Easy to shift into running walk and can do it all day.
The young horse when he came to me at almost 4 was only 13.3 h, he’s 6 now and muscling up and learning to gait reliably, which depends on me as the rider as much as any dressage or event horse I’ve ever ridden. He’s got a marked natural tendency to pace (a bigger box of rocks!) and rack, so my job is to relax him, keep him softly coming over his topline and help him separate his feet so this doesn’t happen. The subtlety this riding requires is a constant challenge, I find it fascinating and difficult even after years of French School dressage.
I’ve received “advice” from others of how I could get it done “next week”–twisted wire snaffles, German reins, weighted shoes; I don’t call those methods good horsemanship, and I have no desire to subject him to that, any more than I would use rollkur or pole a jumper with nails. It’s a journey, not a destination, and as both my TWH’s were rescues, I have no papers and couldn’t show if I wanted to.
The little horse is now 14.3, so limber he’s practically triple-jointed, and when excited at liberty he breaks into his own rendition of “BL” for a stride or 3. I have never seen a horse that could do anything like that with its legs in my life, and it still scares the living daylights out of me because it looks so weird!
This is what someone must have seen years ago, and started tinkering with ways to enhance it that turned into these atrocious tortures. Somehow, in all disciplines, we’ve got to somehow get people back to where showing is all about the HORSE–not ego or money or whatever hole is in your head because Daddy didn’t love you or something. We need to use peer pressue and NOT patronize the bad trainers in ANY WAY.
My little guy is jet black with a 20-lb. tail and his brilliance literally stops traffic. Did I mention he goes barefoot? He undoubtedly dodged a bullet by being someone’s runt yearling. I hope he’ll enjoy a long career as my trail-horse Maserati! 