Friday, January 4, 2013

Remembering Billy Haggard | 1/4/2013

A Sportsman's Life

By Mary Jane Howell

He lived a life that only a privileged few enjoy, and yet, perhaps, Billy Haggard’s true self was revealed when he was confined to a wheelchair, a quadriplegic for the final eight years of his life. Billy, a consummate horseman, started coming to Aiken in the 1960s and moved here permanently in 1973. When he died in January 2004 at the age of 76, he was mourned as one of Aiken’s last original Winter Colony gentlemen. 

William D. Haggard III was born in Nashville, Tennessee in 1927, to a family whose lineage included doctors who helped found the Vanderbilt University School of Medicine. His early days were not easy – his mother died when he was 4; his father, eight years later of a stroke. Billy was raised by his grandmother, who had the family chauffeur drive him to school each day. Little did she suspect that his classmates taunted him for his method of arrival and departure, but they did, mercilessly.

Fortunately he discovered a surrogate father in Calvin Houghland, a successful businessman and sportsman from nearby Brentwood, Tenn., who had a passion for horses and was one of the founders of the Iroquois Steeplechase. At Houghland’s Bright Hour Farm, Billy had his early lessons in horsemanship, and the foundation was laid for his lifelong love of foxhunting and steeplechase riding.

After a stint in the U.S. Navy, Billy returned to Tennessee where he attended the University of the South. Upon graduation he took up the life of a true sportsman – he was one of those fortunate men who played three sports a day and then dined at a friend’s house, went to bed, and repeated it all the next day.

“Billy was not a natural athlete, but he worked hard at becoming the best at whatever sport he took up,” explains his widow, Janet Haggard Harkins. “He loved taking lessons, and was never too proud to listen. Fortunately he had the money to hire the best people to teach him, whether it was in shooting or riding or court tennis.”

When he was in his 20s, Billy dedicated himself to equestrian sports. He hunted, rode steeplechase races (he was the leading amateur rider in 1957) and was an enthusiastic three-day event rider, who was selected for the U. S. eventing team. On one particular weekend in late October of 1956, Billy found himself exactly where he loved to be, in a whirlwind of social activity with horses at the center of it all. He and his grey gelding Trecla were at the hunter trials at Indian Hill Farm on the outskirts of Cincinnati. There was also the Camargo Hunt Ball to attend, which he did with a horse-crazy teenaged girl named Lefreda Williams. Lefreda’s grandfather was Oliver DeGray Vanderbilt, Master of the Camargo Hounds for many years. Life magazine covered the ball, the hunter trials and the ensuing social activities in a story entitled “Cincinnati Socialites follow Rigorous Ride with a Late Dance.” Billy was pictured jumping Trecla, one of the few horse photos in the multi-page spread.
The weekend ended up being more than anything Billy could have dreamed, however: it was the weekend that he was introduced to a horse that would change his life, the big grey gelding Bold Minstrel.

Bold Minstrel was 5 and he was owned by Lefreda Williams.

"I had been competing Bold Minstrel in small shows – just over baby fences,” recalls Lefreda. “Of course I was a wise teen who knew everything and I would tell people that this was the best horse I had ever sat on. At 18, mind you! Billy was on the team, and I was just an aspiring event rider, so I showed him my horse. What happened was that he got Bold Minstrel and I got his 11-year-old Trecla, and we were both happy.”

For Billy, Bold Minstrel was the horse of a lifetime. The gelding was the epitome of versatility, excelling as a show hunter, foxhunter, event horse, and a show jumper. He earned medals in three Pan Am Games and one Olympic Games in two disciplines, a feat unmatched by any other horse. He was the perfect partner for Billy, who was never content with mastering one discipline. Billy rode Bold Minstrel in the Chicago Pan Am Games in 1959, sharing the team silver and finishing ninth individually in eventing. Four years later in Sao Paulo they placed sixth and helped the eventing team earn gold.

Between their performances in the Pan Am Games, Billy and Bold Minstrel tackled the world of show hunters, earning the Reserve Championship in the conformation division at the National Horse Show in New York.

When the team was picked for the 1964 Tokyo Olympics, Billy and Bold Minstrel were on the roster as alternates. Then, on the flight to Japan, Mike Plumb’s mount Markham had to be put down. Billy sent Bold Minstrel as a replacement.

“I didn’t know Billy at that time, but he told me years later that when that phone call came he had his fingers crossed that team wanted him as well as Bold Minstrel,” says Janet. “And when they only wanted the horse he was gracious and humble enough to concede. He flew to Japan with his horse and cheered for Mike Plumb and the rest of the team.” The U.S. brought home the silver medal.

After the Tokyo Olympics, Billy lent Bold Minstrel to his good friend, the show jumping legend William Steinkraus. At the time, Billy and his second wife Holly Houghton were living in Far Hills, New Jersey, not far from the United States Equestrian Team headquarters in Gladstone. Steinkraus was working in New York as an editor for the Winchester Press and could usually only ride on weekends.  

Bold Minstrel was 12 at this point and for the next five years he competed with Steinkraus in numerous international show jumping events. The duo won more than a dozen major international competitions, including the Grand Prix of Cologne. In 1967 Bold Minstrel competed in his third Pan Am Games, this time in Winnipeg, earning a team silver in show jumping.

That same year, Steinkraus and Bold Minstrel set a puissance record of 7’ 3” at the National Horse Show at Madison Square Garden. Later, after Billy had settled in Aiken, he had a shelf built in his library that was 7’3” and placed the puissance trophy on top of it.

When asked about his relationship with the big grey horse, Steinkraus explained it this way: “How would I characterize Bold Minstrel? He was a very versatile horse because he was a wonderful combination of superior heart, brain and body. He was very smart, very brave and very athletic, and we used to say that he probably could have medaled in all three Olympic disciplines along with winning all those show hunter classes. When I first rode him, he was certain that he knew more about jumping fences than I did, and he made a lot of unilateral decisions even though it was I who got to walk the course and know in advance what was coming. However, later on when he started to listen, if I made a mistake, he would often generously cover up for it. Billy wanted badly to replicate him somehow and kept looking, but Bold Minstrel was strictly one of a kind. I never ran across another horse like him, either.”

After Bold Minstrel retired from competition at 18, Holly hunted him, mainly in Pennsylvania: “He was absolutely the nicest hunter – just fearless in the field. He would jump anything, of course, and always seemed to really enjoy himself.”

Billy’s next big horse was Main Spring. Although he had retired from competitive riding, Billy still loved to bring along young horses. Main Spring also developed into a talented jumper, and Billy lent him to Steinkraus who went on to win a team silver medal with him at the 1972 Olympics in Munich. In 1974, Frank Chapot got the ride, competing in England where he and Main Spring took the individual bronze medal at the World Championships at Hickstead and won the King George V Gold Cup.

Billy’s life was not just about the horses, however. One of the reasons he loved Aiken so much was that he could play court tennis and go bird shooting. He had great pals here, including Jack Seabrook and Pete Bostwick.

“Billy was world-class as an equestrian, wing shot and in racquet sports, especially court tennis,” says Cot Campbell, who is president of Dogwood Stable and was one of Billy’s college classmates. “Some of those disciplines he was cut out for – some he was not. The latter group he conquered by sheer grit and tenacity. He insisted on superiority and he would accept nothing less.”

Another longtime friend, Austin Brown, says that he always “admired Billy for wanting to do things right. If he rode he had a perfectly turned out horse and the proper clothes, and it was the same for shooting or any other sport he did.”

Austin Brown and Billy competed against each other for years as amateur steeplechase riders before going their separate ways. Austin rode, trained and owned steeplechasers before taking a variety of leadership positions in the sport. Austin called Billy “Hags,” while Billy referred to his friend as “Brownieburger.”

Carriage driving was another activity Billy learned once he had settled in Aiken. He would often be seen around town seated in a Meadowbrook cart and driving a grey horse named Good Day. He wouldn’t think twice about negotiating the drive-through of his local bank with a horse and carriage.

Billy was also keen on another unique mode of transportation – his World War II Jeep that sounded as if it was still on military maneuvers. The only companion that would ride with him in the jeep was his Jack Russell, Idi Amin.

“Those two were perfect companions,” recalls Janet. “When Billy would park on Newberry Street to play court tennis he would leave Idi in the passenger seat, fully expecting that she would stay put. He never would believe that the minute he went through the door, Idi jumped out and ran around town, completely wild. She could judge – the way dogs do – when it was time for him to leave, and she would always be back in her seat.”

When he was in his 60s, Billy began to miss competing his horses. As much as he loved shooting and court tennis, there was a void in his life. While many men his age were taking up golf, Billy took up show hunters.

“By that time, so much in equestrian riding had changed,” says Janet. “The horses he had were Olympic-style jumpers. Switching to hunter jumpers, a more controlled ride, he had to learn a new way of sitting; it was a lot more precise.”

Under the tutelage of Danny Robertshaw, the Camden trainer, it wasn’t long before Billy was again in the show ring. Then, in February 1996, Billy was taking part in the Winter Equestrian Festival in Wellington, Fla. His horse went down in a freak accident in the warm-up ring. Billy, severely injured, was airlifted to St. Mary’s Hospital in West Palm Beach where the prognosis was bleak.
“I flew down immediately,” says Janet. “His sons and brother had flown down as well and it goes without saying it was a very dire time.”

Although he was given no more than a few days to live, Billy had other plans. There were no experts to call upon – this was one lesson he would have to do on his own. Although he was paralyzed from the neck down, he found that indomitable spirit deep within and rallied, much to the surprise of his doctors. After one month he was moved to Atlanta where he began a strenuous regime of therapy at the Sheppard Hospital Spinal Cord Injury Center.

“Billy had a wheelchair that he could move by blowing into a tube – it’s nicknamed the sip and puff chair. It took a lot of work, but he never complained. He also had to learn to talk again – but his spirit never wavered. I was far more depressed than he ever was,” says Janet. After four weeks of rehab and therapy work, the doctors at Sheppard gave the go-ahead for Janet to bring Billy back home to Aiken. With the help of Janet and Joachim Beltran, who had been his groom, assistant and friend before the accident, Billy learned to navigate through the rooms of his 1850s home and eventually he could take himself on “strolls” around the neighborhood.

“Billy always said that if he had been moved to a nursing home he wouldn’t have lasted a year, but he lived for eight years after that accident, and it was because he was in the town and the house he loved,” Janet says. “People were around every day and he thrived on all the comings and goings. Some of his friends read to him, others would play the piano. When the Australian riders were training in Aiken before the Atlanta Olympics, they made a big point of coming by to visit Billy. “

“One thing that always sticks in my mind about Billy in those final years was that he never talked about himself,” says Austin Brown. “He was far more interested in what I had been doing. Here was a man who had every right to be morose – and he was just the opposite.”

During his lifetime Billy had amassed a large collection of sporting books – tomes that he had purchased on his various trips around the world. Many were leather-bound, first editions; others were several hundred years old. All were valuable. He worried about the future of his collection and he was insistent that the books be kept together. The books are now at the University of South Carolina’s Cooper Library in the Billy Haggard Sporting Books Collection.

Billy died on January 5, 2004. Both William Steinkraus and Cot Campbell gave eulogies at his funeral. Perhaps Campbell summed Billy up best when he spoke these words:

“It could be that Billy’s greatest claim to fame in the early part of his life was that he brightened up any situation in which he found himself. He was fun. He had a great sense of humor, a wonderful wit, manners, style, and panache… but in the latter part of his life, his claim to fame was indisputable. After his terrible injury, with the support from his family, he resigned himself to his plight, and he fought the good fight with incredible courage, with indomitable good cheer, and with enormous character and class.”

This article is copyrighted and first appeared in The Aiken Horse. It is reprinted here by permission.

Friday, December 28, 2012

Secret Lives of Horses | 12/28/2012

Filch, Former Racehorse

By Mary Jane Howell, Photography by Gary Knoll



There have been many lovely horses in Anne Torreyson’s barn over the years, but surely none has been as well-bred - nor as handsome - as her 23-year-old Thoroughbred Filch. The bay gelding was bred and foaled in Kentucky, broken as a yearling in Aiken, raced for four years, then returned to Aiken where he eventually became Anne’s foxhunter. 


Filch was foaled at Claiborne Farm in Paris, Kentucky in 1989. Owned by the Hancock family, Claiborne Farm is the gold standard of breeding farms, the home to great stallions and exceptional broodmares. Filch carries the genes of multiple generations of champions through both his sire and broodmare lines. His sire was the Claiborne stallion Private Account, by the hard-knocking racehorse Damascus. He is out of Doodle, a mare whose grandsire was the great Bold Ruler, sire of Secretariat and many other champions. 


For many years Claiborne bred and raced horses in partnership with William Haggin Perry, and Filch was one of about 30 foals from this joint breeding venture in 1989. As a youngster, he would have romped through Claiborne’s lush pastures, but in his yearling year his real education began, and he was sent to Aiken to begin the training process.


Tim Frommer broke all of William Haggin Perry’s horses in Aiken at that time.


“All the yearlings were jointly owned, but Mr. Hancock and Mr. Perry would flip a coin to see who would run each colt or filly: heads would be Mr. Hancock, tails Mr. Perry and so forth,” explains Tim. “It was the only fair way to divide the horses: half ran in Claiborne’s colors and half in Mr. Perry’s.” 


Filch’s coin toss landed him in the Perry barn, and so he came to Tim to be trained in September 1990.  


“When we got Filch he was just a big, gangly kid, and kind of squirrely at first,” recalls Tim. “Once he learned the ropes, though, he was great.” 


Filch trained in Aiken throughout the winter, and the following spring, he was shipped up to Belmont Park to train in Scotty Schulhofer’s barn. He made his first start in July, going seven furlongs on the turf, with Jerry Bailey riding. Not so promisingly, he finished last in the 11-horse field, 27 lengths behind the winner. He was fifth in his next start at Saratoga, hampered by a slow start in the seven-furlong race. It took him three more tries to break his maiden, just days before the end of the year. He was going a mile and an eighth on Aqueduct’s inner track. With the jockey Mike Smith urging him down the stretch on that cold December day, he got up in the final strides to win. 

Like all Thoroughbreds, Filch turned a year older on January 1. The colt was obviously not on the Derby trail, but the feeling was that he still might become a nice allowance horse. He made his first start as a 3-year-old in February of 1992, finishing third in his allowance race at Aqueduct. But he didn’t start again until the fall of that year, and when he did he had a new trainer, Bill Mott. Filch made eight starts for Mott over the course of a year and a half, tallying a win, a pair of seconds and a third.
During his 4-year-old year, Filch was claimed by Dolly Bostwick – an owner and trainer based in Aiken. Dolly ran him several times at Delaware Park and then gave him the winter off before shipping him to Birmingham Race Course in Alabama in the spring of 1994. In the last two starts of his career, Filch was running for a $4,000 claiming tag and was unable to finish those mile and 70-yard races. Dolly called it a day and sent the colt back to Aiken. Filch had 21 starts, with two wins, two seconds and two thirds, and purse earnings of $41,696.
When Filch returned to Aiken he was gelded and then turned out for some much needed rest. When Anne Torreyson heard about him some time later, he had been sold to a woman who was not used to dealing with large, rather unruly Thoroughbreds, and he had become a handful.
“He was walking all over people and obviously hadn’t heard the word ‘no’ in quite some time,” recalls Anne. “My hunter, Ice Falcon, was 15 and it was time to start looking for a replacement.”
After several friends gave enthusiastic reports on Filch for his overall build and suitability for hunting (but not his manners), Anne took the plunge and bought the 16.3-hand bay. It was time for Filch’s second career. 
Anne had started coming to Aiken in 1988 from Unionville, Penn., calling herself “one of those winter gals.” In 1992 she became a permanent resident and later married Win Magerkurth, who was working at the Savannah River Site at the time. 
She readily admits that Filch was a handful in the beginning. “I was suffering from chronic fatigue syndrome and he really tired me out. I had to ride him in a twisted snaffle with a figure-eight noseband. It worked, but we both hated it.” Later Anne switched to a snaffle and curb, which she said worked better. 
Although Filch proved to be a brave and enthusiastic jumper, he hated ditches. Since these were the early days of their working relationship, Anne still held out hopes that she might event Filch, but the ditch problem was a deal breaker.  

“I took him to a Lucinda Green clinic and he was wonderful over the jumps,” said Anne. “The ditches were such a problem that I thought Lucinda would ask us not to return after the lunch break! She had a lot of patience with us, even though Filch was insistent that he couldn’t do it. Our big breakthrough came when she had me put on a pair of Prince of Wales spurs. Filch immediately said ‘Yes - what would you like me to do?’” 
From that rather rocky beginning came almost a decade and a half in the hunt field, and countless memories. 
“One time many years ago I took Filch to the Countryside Alliance fundraiser in Newnan, Georgia. It was a great time, ending with one of those huge bonfires. The hunt was fantastic - we were out for five hours! When we got back in I just crawled out of the saddle.” 
Filch hunted with Whiskey Road Foxhounds, Camden, Belle Meade, and Cheshire in Pennsylvania.
Anne rode Filch every day and hunted twice a week. “I couldn’t give him a day off in those early days,” she explains. “He was a big horse and had so much energy.”  

Because Anne had dogs at her farm, Filch never had a problem with the hounds. 
“When I first got him we would be riding out on a trail, with my dogs darting in and out of the bushes. He got used to them pretty quickly.”
As the years went by, Filch started to lose a step or two, and his ankles would start acting up. He was not as fast, but he was much, much wiser, and Anne would use him to teach younger horses the way of the hunt.
Anne retired Filch at the end of the 2011 season, but he has not been “turned out to pasture” by any means.
“He has become ‘Uncle Filch’ at home, showing youngsters how it is done,” laughs Anne. “He makes a very good uncle, expecting all who are with him to act just as he does, being generally nice and polite. He is a very classy guy.”
Like an aging movie star, Filch has his support and medical staff just a phone call away. Dr. Tom Stinner, Dr. Stephanie Hobbs and Dr. Shelley Onderdonk cater to his every ache and pain. Anne feeds him a diet rich in whole grains, with the occasional Chinese herbal remedy mixed in.
Although he never lived up to his breeding on the track, Filch became a star in the realm of foxhunting, at least in his owner’s eyes.

This article is copyrighted and first appeared in The Aiken Horse. It is reprinted here by permission.