About the Marsh Tacky Horse

The Marsh Tacky is a unique strain of Colonial Spanish Horse found only in South Carolina and is one of the most endangered horse breeds in the world. They once roamed freely by the hundreds through the South Carolina Sea Islands and Lowcountry but their numbers neared extinction as tractors, trucks, and development took the place of horsepower.

_DSC3901-Edit-LToday, there are less than 400 Marsh Tackies left. In 2007, the Carolina Marsh Tacky Association was formed to preserve the breed and share its history. Horse owners and enthusiasts are diligently working to save the breed from extinction. DNA tests have been performed on the remaining horses and a breed registry has been developed by the Livestock Conservancy. In honor of its long history in the state, the Marsh Tacky was named the South Carolina State Heritage Horse in 2010.

The presence of Spanish Colonial horses in America dates back to the 1500s when Spanish explorers brought them to our shores. The Spanish colonies failed but their horses braved the harsh conditions and lived on. They lived by their wits and survived on marsh grass and forage. Other Spanish horses made their way to South Carolina through trade routes. In the 1600s English explorers saw Cherokee and Chickasaw Indians riding fine, Spanish horses.

Feral Marsh Tackies sought refuge in Lowcountry marshes and were captured and domesticated by Native Americans, European settlers, and African slaves. They became the common horse of the area due to their gentle disposition and tough constitution. For centuries, Marsh Tackies were owned by rich and poor alike and were used for everything from carrying children to school, and delivering the mail, to hunting, herding cattle, and plowing fields. Many Gullah families had one or two Marsh Tackies in their yards or tied outside their homes.

Wall Street magnate and presidential adviser Bernard Baruch of Hobcaw Barony in Georgetown, SC hunted from Marsh Tackies. Baruch owned thoroughbreds that he raced at Saratoga, but Marsh Tackies were his favorite gun horses. In 1947, author Havilah Babcock, was so impressed by Baruch’s hunting horses that he wrote, “The finest hunting mounts I’ve ever ridden were the Tacky ponies owned by Mr. Bernard Baruch of Hobcaw Barony.”

Famous architect, Frank Lloyd Wright, built a special stable just for Marsh Tacky horses when he built the Southern plantation, Auldbrass, in Yemassee, SC.

In war times, Marsh Tackies served southern troops. They were used by the legendary Swamp Fox, General Francis Marion and his men, to easily traverse Lowcountry woods and swamps. Marsh Tackies were used by southern troops in the Civil War, giving them an early advantage over northern troops who were issued horses that were unfamiliar to them. In World War II, Marsh Tackies were used by the US Coast Guard to patrol the coasts for Nazi U-boats and enemy activity.

During the 1960s and 1970s, and most likely before that time, Marsh Tackies were raced on the beaches of Hilton Head Island. This tradition has recently been revived by the Carolina Marsh Tacky Association.

_DSC4130-Edit-LMarsh Tackies range in size from 13.2 to 15 hands and weigh from 700-900 pounds. They have long manes and tails and display mostly solid colors. Some exhibit primitive markings such as dorsal stripes, and zebra leg striping. In a study conducted by Mississippi State University, it was found that Marsh Tackies have a unique gait that was recently named the Swamp Fox Trot. Marsh Tackies are level-headed, easy keepers that are excellent for farm work, endurance competitions, trail riding or hunting.

Several Marsh Tackies are currently used for revolutionary war and civil war reenactments. A Marsh Tacky named Molly, appeared in the ETV film Chasing the Swamp Fox. Molly has been further recognized by being named an honorary member of three South Carolina Daughters of the Revolution chapters.

Marsh Tackies don’t flee when the unexpected happens and adapt easily to new situations. As rider, Wylie Bell stated in a recent edition of South Carolina Wildlife Magazine, “They don’t panic when they get wrapped up in briars or when they are mired in a bog up to their chest. Like little bulldozers, they push through whatever you ask them to. The Marsh Tacky is made to handle riding in the woods and swamps. They’re smaller and more agile, their hide is thicker, and they have good, solid hooves. Marsh Tackies are not big horses, but they ride big. They have huge hearts and sharp minds, and for people who own them, they’ll be that horse of a lifetime.”

Via Carolina Marsh Tacky Association

Marsh Tackies
Poem written by Hervey Allen from the book Carolina Chansons: Legends of the Lowcountry (1922)

Browsing on the salty marsh grass,
Barrel-ribbed and blowsy-bellied,
With a neigh as shrill as whistles
And their mouths red-raw from thistles,
I have seen the brown marsh tackies,
Hiding in the swamps at Kiawah,
With the gray mosquito patches
Gory on their shaggy _DSC3962-Edit-Lthatches.
Balky, vicious, and degenerates,
They are small as Spanish jennets,
But their sires were with El Tarab,
When he conquered Andalusia
For the Prophet and the Arab;
And they came with Ponce de Leon,
When the Spaniard made a peon
And a Christian of the Carib.
Peering from palmetto thickets
At some fort’s coquina wickets,
Startled Indians saw them grazing,
Thunder-stamping and amazing
As the beasts from other stars,
When they galloped down savannas,
And their masters seemed centaurs
With the new white metal blazing.

Thus they came, these little beasts,
With the men-at-arms and priests,
In the west with Coronado
When he reached the Colorado,
In the east with bold De Soto
In the search for El Dorado,
And they packed the bells and toys
That the chieftains loved like boys;
Struggling through the swamps and briars
After dons and tonsured friars;
Dying in the forests dismal,
Till the shrill of silver clarion
Brought the buzzards to the carrion
Round the smoke of lonely fires
In a continent abysmal.
So De Soto left them dying,
Heedless of their human crying;
Here he turned them loose to die
Underneath a foreign sky;
But they lived on thicket dross,
On the leaves and Spanish moss—
And I wonder, and I wonder,
When I hear the startled thunder
Of their hoofs die down the reaches
Of these Carolina beaches.