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+ 30 years of


in handling with horses


I was born on July 3, 1966 in Bartolomé Bavio, Pdo. de Magdalena, Province of Bs.As. Argentina.

When I was only 1 year old we moved with my parents and my 2 older brothers to Estrugamou, Pdo. from Las Flores, settling in the Estancia "La Torcaz" in Rojas Lagarde.


My relationship with the horse was born from a very young age, my parents say that at the age of 5 they found me on top of a horse, and they did not know how I got on it, it was a chest horse that was used at home as a means of transportation to make the purchases of the month at different stores and visiting neighbors who were leagues away. My transport in elementary school was also on horseback, together with my brothers we cut fields to ease the journey and we always ran a race or an ostrich to have fun back home.


At the age of 12 I started secondary school but it was not my thing and I had to help at home, so I decided to return after 2 years to the ranch with my father and the horses.

At that time he was in charge of the Estancia San Pedro Viejo, in the Saladillo district. In the ranch there were two very large herds, one of Creoles and the other of the Hackney breed, which my parents trained for the car and the Exposiciones de la Soc. Rural de Palermo.


Julio Martínez Father


Dora Inés Arce Mother

Soon after I went to work in a field called La Toribia where I stayed for a while and then I went to the "Almalu" field in Lucchini. There I domesticated my first horse which I bought with my first salary, a wolf called "El Marciano". I dominate it with what I learned from my father, as he was before, watching, listening and with little opportunity to ask.


Those were my beginnings in dressage, when I was 16 years old in the calving season of cows I went to work alone with a herd to the field "El Silencio", which was a tapas bar with an abandoned shed. It was a field that was far away, it had a very difficult access and in times of rain when the manager, surnamed Albano could not reach me the provisions, I remember that with my dog "Falucho" we went out to hunt ostriches to eat. During that season I dedicated myself to taming alone, in continuous contact with the horses, observing and challenging them. With no one to scold me, I began to ride wild colts without having notion of the dangers that haunted me in that lonely place where my company was "Falucho", the horses and a radio.


The silence

When I was 17 years old, being in "El Silencio" without the consent of my parents, I went to the City of Las Flores to ride for the first time a Jineteada where I got the 1st Prize.


1st Prize Tato Martínez in "La Trabajosa". Flowers.



A few years later I left San Pedro Viejo with my herd, which I was able to train, since they used to pay for dressage work with foals, then I dedicated myself to riding in horseback riding. I had the opportunity to get to know a large part of the country and Uruguay at the Prado and Fray Bentos party, I was a sponsor of gaucho parties for a long time too.

Around the year 2000 I started with dressage for the rein tests and in the breeding of the Quarter Mile Breed where the curiosity of dressage with fillet was born, I was very observant of the behavior of the horses in all disciplines. There I began to better understand the way of learning and the reactions of the horses in the dressage process, the horses themselves gave me the tools to understand them.


The combination of the Quarter-Mile breed and the great challenge of the 60-day foal tests, unique in our country, was demanding that my dressage improve in time, in the methods I used and in the way of communicating with the horse.

Dressage is understanding, it is patience, it is transmitting with reason.

Horses are more intelligent than we think, they have fears, memory, limits, where we as trainers have to understand it, to generate a bond so that they learn not out of fear but out of understanding.

I never tire of observing them, they were, are and will always be my passion. I admire and respect them deeply.

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