Underwood Horse Medicine

Nov 11 2011

News Article 1

 

The following excerpts
appeared in a column entitled,
“ANOTHER ONE DIDN’T BITE THE DUST”
by Larry Russell

     “You being a horse nut, you should really see that mare they’re doctoring with Daddy’s medicine over at Wapanucka,” Mitch Underwood told me back in late June. “Tell your dad I’d like to go,” I replied, and on June 29 I was driving to Wapanucka with Buddy and Sue Underwood to see Buddy’s miracle medicine at work firsthand.

     The Underwoods and I arrived at J.W. Reed’s ranch in Wapanucka late in the afternoon, met J. W.’s wife Wanet and his younger daughter. I was visiting with them under a shade tree and fiddling with the camera when I heard J.W. and Buddy approaching from the barn with the mare. I looked up, and my jaw dropped. J.W. had said he could have fit his hat in the gaping chest wound the day the mare injured herself. He wasn’t exaggerating.

     Wanet had seen the mare at Remington Park Racetrack in Oklahoma City earlier in June and had bought her for her husband. Rona’s Effort was a beautiful sorrel with a white blaze and socks, by Rona’s Ryon out of Special Effort. Her stance and hangdog expression told you she’d been badly traumatized and had known a great deal of pain. She had been doctored by Reed several times a day for less than two weeks.

     “We’d just gotten her, and I decided to turn her out in the front pasture with another mare,” J.W. was explaining. “It was just about dusk, and when I turned her loose, she took off down the fence line full tilt and hit the guy wire.” He pointed to a thick, braided cable that was anchored into the ground at an angle from a power pole. J.W. grimaced as he described watching the mare do a grotesque front over flip and land on the other side of the cable.

     “When I saw what she’d done to herself, it just made me sick, and my first thought was that I ought to just go ahead and put her out of her misery, but she was up, so I went ahead and loaded her and hauled her to the vet. You could tell when he sewed up her chest that it probably wasn’t going to hold. And sure enough, that first week the stitches pulled out, not once but twice.” “A friend of mine had bought some of Buddy’s horse medicine at the Shawnee sale some time back, but he’d used it up, so I called Buddy, and he brought it. You can see for yourself how much the injury has improved in less than two weeks.”

     A close inspection of the injury showed that new pink tissue had begun filling in that gaping hole that “you could put your hat in.” The perimeter of the open wound was about half the original size, and there was almost no dead tissue left hanging around the ragged outside edges. The wound was clean, free of infection, and there was no sign of proud flesh, the bane of many deep cut medicines whose properties promote a “blossoming” of new tissue that itches like the devil and generally gets scratched or chewed off time and again.

     “Demand for the medicine used to all be word of mouth. Someone that used the medicine and believed in it would recommend it to someone else, and they’d call. From all over!” Buddy has met or talked by phone with owners from just about every state in the union and several foreign countries.

     “One man in Florida had been doctoring his horse for a month and a half and was really discouraged. I met him at the sale over in Shawnee, and he bought a case of the medicine to take home and try. Even looking at the pictures, some of ’em are plenty skeptical about it being that good. The result is what sells ’em, and they can’t wait to pass the word on to their friends. That’s all the advertising we ever had.”

     “The biggest kick I get out of all this is when they call me up from Lord knows where, wanting this medicine they’ve heard about. And then later they’ll always call me back or write me to update me on how their horse is doing, just like the man from Florida did. A good many of them have looked me up when they were passing through. Once they use it, they’re sold, and they’ll come back to buy more and in much greater quantities. It’s been around so long now, we’re all working like dogs to keep up, and making bigger and bigger batches all the time. Besides Sue and I, our kids Mitch and Patsy make this the third generation. Patsy’s pal Teresa Trett has been a really big help, too, and Mitch’s wife Dana. Their boys, Brandon and Ross aren’t into it too much yet because they’re still little, but they do pitch in and help — they think this stuff will cure anything — and it looks like we’re talking fourth generation here.”

     Many of Buddy’s contacts buy cases of the medicine in huge quantities, especially if they live clear across the country or in Canada. “Aren’t you worried that they’re buying it and re-selling it for three or four times what you charged them?” I asked. Buddy grinned. “Naw. We’re getting the medicine to a lot of horses that would otherwise be put down. I’m satisfied that they pay my asking price.” He turned serious when he said, “the satisfaction I get from hearing back from the people who’ve used it, and knowing there are hundreds, maybe thousands, of beautiful animals that weren’t put down when they were so badly hurt… that’s something you can’t put any kind of price on. It’s just always been that way for me.” 

 

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