Horses

Aug
9
2008

NBC Olympics and equestrian coverage

I'm rather surprised and pleased with how good NBCOlympics.com is this time around. Sure there are annoyances like expecting users to download a Microsoft plugin, although it appears that the plugin is even available for Linux and Firefox. The site and approach aren't without their flaws. It remains clear that NBC doesn't grok the internet. They don't understand how people want to access data and they require you to click through a screen which says you subscribe to a local cable/satellite service as well as provide a zip code so they can target advertising on the page to their local affiliate.

So I'll certainly give the benefit of the doubt and say it looks like progress. I'm looking forward to the olympics of the future where networks compete globally and if the BBC has the best equestrian coverage I can not only view it easily but download and remix it in ways they never intended.

For now, this is better than a sharp stick in the eye. Although the next DirecTV terminator advertisement it might not be.

Aug
4
2006

Encore

The good ones are never here long enough. This morning Encore passed quietly into the pasture everlasting. Though her name on her papers was Charry-Dat she became known to us as Encore. The name had meaning on several levels from the degree of involvement we had in music growing up to the similarity of her markings to those of one of my father's past horses.

It was a cool December day when I first met the horse that would become my first horse. We were celebrating Christmas in San Diego and had seen a couple of horses listed on the board at the feed store. We ended up with a trio of thoroughbreds from a stable outside Del Mar. Two-year-old Encore came with her chestnut half brother Tarn, who passed a couple of years ago, and the dark bay three-year-old Tenaya.

With the VW Bus packed and a new engine freshly installed we set out for home on New Year's Eve. About sixty miles later, while pulling a grade, the new engine quit and we were forced to be towed back to the grandparent's house. The next day after a trip to the rental car agency we packed what we could into the Chevy Astro Van and set out for home again. The horses arrived a few days later and were boarded at a neighbors while the corral panels we'd purchased were delivered.

When they first arrived my heart was set on the young stud-colt. I knew I wanted him to be my horse. It quickly became apparent that he was too much horse and too green for my first horse. The horses spent the next few weeks at the neighbors and we would go each afternoon we were home to work them in the round pen. Within a few weeks the corrals were setup and the horses moved to our place.

Aug
15
2005

The tale of a con

Tired and dusty the cowboy rides his noble horse across the desert. From the arid plains of Arizona, through the deserts of the southwest and into the Rocky Mountains. Miles of wide open range greet the solitary traveler in Big Sky country. And all for a good cause... helping feed children who might otherwise go hungry. A noble cause indeed.... if only the cowboy had been so noble.

The tale of Richard Fipps' con goes back several years. In the late 1980's Fipps was convicted of armed burglary, a conviction he appealed on the basis that Fipps didn't carry the rifle with him while committing the burglary. Florida's appeals court found the facts fit the crime of armed burglary and that the minimum sentence would stand.

While in prison Fipps changed his name to Richard Handy, a moniker he'd keep for several years before changing it back to Fipps several years later. In the meantime Fipps didn't stay out of trouble with the law. Another conviction came in 1993, this time for stealing horses.

In the spring and summer of 2002 Fipps turned from these one-day crimes and set out on an epic fraud. The trip was to be a horseback trip from Alabama to Utah. Along the way Fipps said he'd raise donations for worthwhile charities and canned food for local missions. The trip fell apart. Fipps trailered his horse to various spots to "ride" along the way and started spinning tales. The smooth-talker took in many people along the way using them and leaving them with the bill for their trouble. In the years following the "trip" Fipps spun even greater stories.

The second trip

With one hoax complete Fipps started raising funds and getting donations worth thousands of dollars for his second charitable ride. Using the Mexico-Canada story everybody from well-meaning internet companies to clothing stores and horse-trailer retailers were duped into believing. All was well Fipps called in from the "trail" and reports were posted to the online journal of the trip.

There was just one problem. Fipps was in Las Vegas when he claimed to be on the trail. KNPR's Ky Plaskon got the tip and started digging. Calling Fipps on his cell phone Plaskon asked Fipps what he could see from where he was. The description, the same non-descript void of detail banalities that belie the tales in the journal are evident in the response. The final proof comes when Fipps while claiming to be riding across Montana is instead in court on domestic violence charges.

The accomplice

When Fipps began preparing for the second trip he was no-doubt helped by the likes of The Cullman Times from Cullman County Alabama. In the summer of 2003 the Times published an article telling the story of the heroic cowboy traveler. This article and others helped the con man work his magic a second time. With the small-town papers along the way vouching for him Fipps story seemed all the more real. After all a journalist would check the facts - right?

In the fanciful tale Fipps spun for the times are several passages of interest:

Once the group reached the Arkansas state line in the middle of the bridge, they received an escort from Arkansas law enforcement. The state mounted police also escorted the group through Little Rock where Fipps wanted to see the state capital.

"I rode my horse us to the steps and took pictures and everything," he said. "Then the governor came out. He said when he sent out the mounted police to escort us, he didn't mean for us to come up to the capital."

Fipps asked to camp on the capital lawn, and the governor reluctantly allowed it.

"He just said, 'Whatever you do, don't leave anything behind,' meaning manure," Fipps said.

Certainly exciting stuff. A few calls and the tale quickly unravels. Arkansas state police don't have a mounted unit. Interested in camping on the capital grounds in Little Rock? Don't ask the Governor. He isn't the one who can give permission. It's the Secretary of State who looks after the capital grounds. One other thing, if you're going to invent history it's best to find a time when there aren't two state historians working over the summer - it's easier to claim one forgot than two.

Granted these calls would have taken a reporter in Cullman county a whole of half an hour to make and verify the story.

Even easier to verify is Fipps' claim of being a guest on Larry King Live and David Letterman. All it takes is a thirty-second trip to the CNN transcripts section to find out that this portion of the story is also a complete fabrication.

In the end two facts, Fipps arrived by truck and used to be from Centre Alabama are the only facts in the whole of the story that hold up. The balance, right down to Fipps' claimed sponsor who dissociated itself from his "trip" early on aren't true. The Cullman Times, contacted by email and phone did not respond to inquires about the article. As the article remains on their website and no retraction appears on the site it seems they stand by this piece of flimsy journalism.

In the end it is the work of these very publications that assist Fipps in commencing his scam a second time.

At the other end of the spectrum The Long Rider's Guild has done an outstanding job of documenting this knave. Together we'll work to keep the record alive so that another set of victims aren't taken in.

Aug
12
2005

The would-be horseback con

The Long Rider's Guild has a story about Richard Fipps. Fipps came to the attention of Nevada authorities earlier this year when his supposed charitable ride was exposed as a hoax. We'd written about it here and began talking with the Guild to put together all the information we could. In the end it is a very sad tale of a felon spinning a story of an old-west cowboy working to help kids when in reality it was a horse and car stealing armed burglar in court on domestic violence charges when he was supposedly riding the wide open range.

Monday we'll have more about how the sloppy journalism of newspapers who failed in every aspect of fact checking helped this con man to ply his trade anew with more victims taken in.

Aug
3
2005

One fraud or two?

That Richard Fipps made up the tale of his ride from Mexico to Canada earlier this year has been well established. Along with neighbor's accounts of Fipps at his Las Vegas home during the supposed trip the Las Vegas Sun reported last week that the owner of the stable where Fipps' horses are stabled stated they hadn't been gone for more than a long weekend during the ride.

Three years ago Fipps also claimed to have made an epic trip. Much of the documentation of that trip has disappeared from the web but The Cullman Times has an article from the following summer with extensive quotes from Fipps.

When he reached Colorado, Fipps had decided to rest a couple of days and enter a rodeo. He ended up winning the rodeo and staying for a week.

He helped a local rancher push cattle. He helped a patrol officer herd escaped cattle off a road.

When he neared Grand Junction, Colo., Fipps experienced the only scary part of the trip.

"I had packed for four days and told my rig to go on ahead of me, I'd meet it in Grand Junction," he said, planning to ride across some mountains.

Instead of crossing the mountains, Fipps got disoriented and ended up riding around the mountains instead.

"By that sixth day, I was really getting worried for the horses," he said. "They hadn't seen water in two days. I was half starved. I lost 40 pounds on the trip. I got up that morning and caught something out of the corner of my eye. About 200 yards to my right was my rig. Here I was half dead and had camped 200 yards from food."

May
29
2005

Warning signs

The first clue should have been the entry form. When signing up for a Spirit Therapies charitable trail ride all of the information about when and where the ride was was on the part of the entry form that went back to the organization.

Waking with the dawn we laid in bed a while longer and went out about 6 AM on Saturday to get the horses and tack ready for the day's ride. We'd be trailering with Linda, one of our neighbors to Spring Mountain State Park, near Red Rock Canyon west of Las Vegas. Methodically we moved the saddles, cleaned the horses, double-checked for the extra sun-screen, lugged the five-gallon water jug and got ready for the trip. All set for our 7 AM departure. We waited, and waited.

Eventually, deciding there must be a problem, Sarah called and woke Linda up. The day after a swing-shift Linda was sleeping when the phone rang. She reminded us that the trail ride was on Sunday. Linda went back to sleep and we loaded up for a ride across Sandy Valley instead.

Sunday morning we repeated the ritual. Gathering and getting ready. Forgetting the extra water container this time, we prepared. Near seven o'clock Linda arrived and we loaded our horses in her trailer and climbed in the truck.

"Did you sit on the donughts?" Sarah asked.

"I don't think so," I replied reaching for the seat between us and finding a new kind of Krispy Kreme - the pancake doughnut - under my left leg.

Down the road to Spring Mountain State park we went. Arriving at the park there were none of the signs one might expect guiding participants as to where to go. We made assumptions and headed for where the horse trailers were. Although no signs announced the fact, we were also supposed to assume we needed to register on-site even with our pre-registration.

With several sets of conflicting and confusing directions given to us, we made our way towards the stable where the main group was headed out. Then another 10-15 minute delay came from another set of directions that contradicted those we'd been given. Arriving in the stable area we were asked to stand for 45-minutes in a manure pile while the stable loaded up their clients on their stock. Once we set out on the trail came the rules. This included that we must remain behind the company's string and couldn't do any riding other than plodding along eating the dust of a long string of horses. So much for a great trail ride.

It is always fun to get out and ride, especially in new places so the day was far from a waste. However, when paying a fee to an organization for an event it is very bad when they have such a poorly organized event. I'd much rather give a smaller donation and not have the event at all. On the other hand, while it takes a large amount of work, it is completely possible to put on great events that will bring even more prestige to an organization instead of leaving people wishing they'd just gone out on their own. I'd much rather have had a PB&J sandwich to the shoe-leather hamburger.

There are a few photos of the trip.

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