Tara Orlin Horsemanship

 

Welcome to my page and thank you for showing an interest in me and my way of training horses!

 

My name is Tara Orlin and I am a professional horse trainer from Norway. In 2014 I started my practice Tara Orlin Horsemanship, helping people all over Norway with their horses. Either it was an agressive horse, a terrified horse, a horse who refused to go into the trailer, a horse who was impossible to ride, it didn't matter, I could train it. People started to talk, I got more and more phone calls from people needing help, and soon I was booked up with more horses to train then I had time for. I started teaching clinics in 2016 and have kept it going ever since. 

 

I practice natural horsemanship and bitless- and tackless riding (freeriding). I have specialized in starting young horses and training so called problem horses. I think any horse can be trained with patience and the right methods. 

 

If you want to learn more please come to one of my clinics. You can come with or without a horse. Please see the CLINICS page for more information!

 

 

I usually also train horses for clients and teach private lessons in Norway, but I am currently living in Jerez De La Frontera, Andalucia Spain, training with the horse- and Doma Vaquera master Alfonso Lopez De Carrizosa. Therefor I will solo be teaching clinics thsis year, not have availability for horses staying with me for training. 

 

 

 

HOW IT ALL BEGAN

 

I was born in 1991 and have been riding since 1996. I started at a regular riding school, learning classical riding and show jumping. My passion for riding quickly outgrew my other hobbies, and I started riding more and more.

 

I continued in riding school until I was around 13 years old, then I went on to ride private horses and have private lessons in dressage. I was really into classical dressage at that time, and I was thinking of pursuing a career as a professional rider. I also started working in a stable in the weekends, helping out with the horses and being a guide for people who wanted to go on trail rides.

 

When I was 15 years old I got my first horse. Her name was Thelma and she was an x-trot horse. The dressage horse I was currently riding was moving to a different stable far away. I was looking for a new horse to ride, a new dressage horse was the plan.  A friend told me about Thelma who needed a rider and someone to take care of her a few times a week. At first I was very negative to this, because Thelma was anything but a dressage horse. But I decided to take her for a ride to see what she was like.

 

I don't know what that horse did to me, but after ten minutes I had fallen in love with Thelma. 

 

She had something powerful inside of her, a strong fighting spirit. When she started to run, she ran like wildfire was chasing her. Trying to hold her back was like trying to hold back a train. She was the fastest horse I had ever ridden. So I started to ride her as often as I could. She wasn't a beautiful, perfect dressage horse, but I didn't care. She was the most amazing horse I had ever met, and I figured that everything she didn't know, I could teach her. 

 

After I had been riding her for half a year her owners asked me if I wanted to take over, and become Thelma's new owner. I couldn't belive it. I somehow managed to persuade my mum and stepdad to agree, and there I was with my very own horse. 

 

We had three wonderful days together, then Thelma got injured. She had gotten a big fracture in the hoof. The vets told me that I could probably never ride her again, and that I should think about putting her to sleep. I decided to try and save her, I loved her too much to just let her go. I spent a year taking care of her and learning how to communicate with her without riding. After a year had passed, Thelma was completeley fine. Better then ever. I started again with lessons in dressage, trying to convert my x-trotter to a more elegant horse.

 

We also went on many extreme rides, as I like to call it, where I was riding bareback and bitless, usually with shorts and t-shirt and no helmet, full canter through the woods without the ability to stop the horse. It was dangerous, but I loved it, and it made me a really good rider. Stay on, or fall of and die. 

 

After the second year had passed, my parents told me that we couldn't afford to keep Thelma anymore. I was heartbroken and I refused to give her up. I started to look for all sorts of options that would let me keep my beloved horse. I found an ad online from a western ranch needing help. It was a live-in, bring-your-horse kind of job. I went to visit them and the next day me and Thelma were on our way to live at Sundet Western Senter in Vestfossen, Norway. 

 

The trainers of the ranch Roger Sundet and Kelly Beck trained horses in a way I had never seen before. I had heard about Monty Roberts and seen The Horse Whisperer, but I had never seen horsemanship in action right in front of my eyes. They could control their horses at liberty, collect the horse with loose reins, slide stop from full canter without using the reins. They had completeley control over the horses without barely doing anything. They also loaded Thelma in the horse trailer in ten minutes, I usually used 8 hours. I was amazed. From then on, my new life goal was to become an expert in Natural Horsemanship.

 

Every day I got to learn a little bit more, and the more I learned and understood, the more I got hooked. 

I had to learn how to use my body language to communicate with the horse, and understand how the horse was thinking. I had to be the leader, first from the ground, later from the horseback. I had to be aware of the smallest movements I did with my body, and notice every movement the horse did. Like what the horse was looking at, which way the ears were pointing, how the horse was standing, everything was important to be able to read the horse. 

 

After some amazing months at the ranch, I moved back to Oslo to continue school, and later went on to film school while taking care of Thelma during my spare time. I was riding her bitless, bridleless and training her from the ground as well as from the horseback. The horse that was impossible to stop with a strong bit, could now be stopped without using the reins at all. I saw the horse through new eyes.

 

In 2011 Thelma got very sick again, she had a strange skin disease developing on her front legs. The vet became a freuqent visitor and the bills kept piling up. With school and work and taking care of my dog Basco, there wasn't enough time or money to look after Thelma several times a day, as she needed. I had to do something. I found a job on a western ranch in Denmark, a new live-in, bring-your-horse kind of job. So I went with Thelma, hoping that this new life could save her life. 

 

At this ranch I was taking care of around 30 horses every day, mucking, feeding, bringing the horses to the fields, and having lessons in Western riding. I was also able to be with Thelma all day, every day. The ranch was called Little Mule and was only 5 minutes from the beach. Almost every day I took Thelma to the beach, and walked with her in the salt water, hoping it would heal her disease. Amazingly enough it worked. The fur that was gone came back, the skin color changed back to black from being red and irritaded. It looked like she was gonna be ok. Then the winter came, the cold weather and the snow came, and her disease exploded. In february 2013 It was clear that the disease was autoimmune and unstoppable. I had to put her to sleep and she died in my arms. 

 

I took this very hard. I felt that I had failed her and I was carrying around a lot of guilt and sorrow. I quit the job at the ranch and kept away from horses for a long time. I couldn't stand to be around them because I missed Thelma so much. I did however continue my training theoretically. I drowned myself in books and documenteries about Ray Hunt, Buck Brannaman, Pat Parelli, Stacy Westfall and many other trainers. I still wanted to work with horses and become a trainer, and I knew that Thelma would never let me give up. She taught me to keep om fighting no matter what. 

 

I eventually started a new job, got a new boyfriend and slowly began to heal and feel happy again. In November 2013 I was ready to buy a new horse. I found Bonus and bought him as a two year old. I started to film and write about the way I was training him. I made a facebook page and started to advertise about giving free lessons in Horsemanship and helping out with difficult horses. Soon I was travelling around helping people with all sorts of problems, and giving lessons at the stable I was keeping Bonus. It eventually became so much work that I started a legit business in 2014.

 

I startet to train horses for clients, starting young horses, starting older green horses, and teaching people how to better communicate with their horse. No matter the problem people had with their horse, they could call me, I could help. I probably trailerloaded over a hundred horses.

 

In 2015 I moved to a ranch in Hadeland, Norway and there my business really started to grow. I had my own stable and the ability to accept more and more horses for training. I was now working with horses full time and had started to get a name for myself in Norway. Most of the people who contacted me had heard about me from a friend that I had helped. This gave me credibility.

 

In 2016 I also started to teach clinics and had pretty good success. I also had a performence where I trailerloaded ten difficult horses in one day. I started a lot of young horses, rehabilitaded horses with different problems, seperation anxiety, aggressive behavour, nervousness, horses that were unridable. It didn't matter to me what the problem was, I acceptet every horse that needed help. I also bought a second horse for myself, Jack, a challenging paint horse.

 

In 2017 I continued with the same. Training horses for clients, teaching private lessons and clinics, trailerloaded a hundred more horses. And in July I went on a study trip to America. I met Buck Brannaman and attended a clinic with him in Oregon, I spent a week living in the wilderness of Wyoming, studying wild horses. I met Native Americans in South Dakota and spent a day with Mustang trainer Letizia Reato in New Mexico. 

 

In September 2017 I decied to move to Spain for the winter, to train with the master Alfonso Lopez De Carrizosa. I drove myself all the way from Hadeland, Norway to Jerez, Spain, with my two horses Bonus and Jack and my dog Luna. I spent 8 amazing months learning Doma Vaquera, a spanish art of riding inspired by the Vaqueros - the cowboys.

 

In 2018 I went back to Norway to train horses and teach clinics, and in January 2019 I went back to Spain to contune training with Alfonso. I am now currently living in Jerez with my horses and developing my training- and riding skills. 

 

I will be teaching clinics in Norway from Mars to Oktober. 

 

My mission is to share the knowledge I have with others, and make the world a better place for horses.

 

Thank you for reading, please contact me if you have any questions or want to know more.