Each year the Maryland Horse Council recognizes a professional who has had an outstanding career in the Maryland Horse Industry. Presented at the Maryland Horseman’s Party (a fundraiser for the Maryland 4-H Foundation and MHC), the recognition is designed to inspire young people to wed their love of horses with their career. The 2003 Maryland Horseman’s Party will be held Saturday, March 1st, in the Carriage Room banquet facilities at Laurel Park. See MHC Newsletter in this issue for more information.

Horses, for work and sport, go all the way back in Maryland, to our colonial roots, and Streakers go back almost as far. Just about anywhere in Maryland you find a horse, you will probably find a Streaker. In Central Maryland, it is one Streaker in particular: William E. Streaker, Sr., or, as he is best known, just “Billy Streaker.”
Long before horses were considered a legitimate and lucrative career, Billy Streaker chose horses as his livelihood, and left his mark on Maryland as a breeder, a blacksmith, a rider, a trainer, and the father of another generation of horsemen. And he has done it all with an effortless grace that has endeared him to decades of clients.
If the shoe fits, chances are Billy Streaker put it on the horse, or trained someone who did. Generous in his teachings, Streaker has always shared his skills with newcomers, a practice almost unheard of in the farrier field. And he’s been honing his talent all his life, firmly establishing himself as an all-around horseman.

The Magic Gift
“Both Billy, and his brother, Howard, have just the best way with horses,”explains longtime Maryland farrier and Streaker protégé Tom Parris. They walk into a stall and take hold of a horse and just expect them to do what they want. It never occurs to them that the horse might not want to do what they want and, most of the time, the horse just goes right along with whatever it is that they have in mind. They both are just real smooth with horses and the horses like it. It’s a gift, I think,”
Long time client, Jan Collins, echoed Parris: “We always seemed to be getting lots of horses from the west…two and three year olds and many of them had never really been handled very much. Billy would come in and somehow he would sneak under those hooves and get shoes on them before they even knew that they were being shod. It didn’t matter what the horse did, Bill never got upset, never raised his voice, just went on and got those shoes on that horse. It was sort of like magic.”

Roots
The Streaker family was there for the founding of Howard County – Iron Bridge Hounds at the beginning of the last century, and Bill grew up hunting, eventually becoming a whip. It has been only very recently that a Howard County Fair “Hunter Day” would go by without the Streakers, Bill and his brother, Howard, Jr., competing to see who got to ake home the champion of this or that hunter breeding division for the day.
Billy and brother Howard (“the older, good looking one,” notes Howard) inherited the family dairy and crop farm, Clear View, in Howard County. Although there were horses on the farm, back then few people made a living with horses. The philosophy of the boys’ father, according to Bill, was “you had to work yourself half to death doing something else so that you could have horses.” The boys did not agree, and shortly after their father’s death they turned the dairy into a horse farm, and proving (fortunately for many Marylanders) that their father was wrong.
Bill got a “really nice pony” when he was five, and was coached by his uncle, Warren Streaker, a long time horseman and horse show judge. Bill and the pony went on to achieve high honors in all of the local shows.
The next mount was a large hand-me-down pony from big brother, Howard. Bill recalls that he rode that pony for one season and then, “I went cowboy!” Seems he had been watching Gene Autry, and became enchanted with the west. Howard remembers it a bit differently: “Dad gave him a pair of high heel cowboy boots. Bill has worn cowboy boots his entire life. Said it made him feel like he was walking downhill!”
“He [also] spent most of his early life roping things. He liked a western saddle ‘cause it had a horn to dally his rope around. One day, Dad said, ‘Bill, traffic on 144 is up to 3 cars a day now, go get yourself a car.’ Chevy salesman, in his pitch to sell, said, ‘this model comes equipped with a horn.’ Bill bought it.”
Whatever the reason, movie screen romance, boots or horns, Bill was hooked, and soon he was making western horses out of his hunter hack champions.

Forged in Genetics
If horses were a family thing, then farriery ran in the blood. Both his grandfathers, John R. Streaker and William Edward Isaacs, shod horses. “I was bred to be a blacksmith,” says Bill. “It skipped a generation with my father, [who] said that when he was a kid he had to keep the forge going for his father and he sore he would never do that for a living…but all the genes came home to roost with me it seems.”
Recalls Howard: “For years, our mother thought Billy couldn’t talk. On day, she took the seven horseshoe nails out of his mouth and heck, he could talk just fine!”
Bill went off to school at California Polytechnic University where farriery was then part of the agricultural program. His classmates included the now legendary Ray Hunt, and after school, the two college buddies rode and worked in California and Nevada. But when it was time to settle down, Billy returned home to Maryland.

It’s Just That Simple
Back then, to make a living, a farrier had to cover quite a bit of geography, and that Bill did, traveling west to Poolesville and Sugarloaf, northeast as far as Mt. Carmel area of Baltimore County, even to Salisbury and Crisfield on the Eastern Shore.
But he never minded driving, recalls Howard. “He was always driving to Montana; speed limit was 70 then, he drove 90. He was driving so fast one day the cap flew off the back of his truck. He did not miss it. [Apparently, he could drive faster without it.] On his way back a month later, the damn thing landed in the back of his truck, and Bill stopped and said, ‘Ol’ gal, you’re holding me up!”
So drive Bill did, for not only did farriers have to drive to reach their clients, Bill’s way with horses ensured that he would have clients far and wide.
Hugh and Jan Collins in Taylorsville are among the faithful Streaker clients. “Hugh and I used to sell a lot of horses,” explains Jan Collins, “and so many times a horse would throw a shoe just before people would come to look at it or the morning I was to take it to be vetted or to be delivered. I would call Billy in a panic and somehow, he always found time to come on over and deal with the problem. I don’t know how he did it.”
Gretchen Mobberly of Summer Hill Farm in West Friendship, says of Streaker, “Bill was our farm blacksmith from that time until he left to go to Virginia for good. He shod a few horses here that maybe weren’t the nicest to work on but Bill never lost his temper with a horse that I ever saw. If you had a problem, it didn’t matter what it was, a sick horse, a mare in trouble foaling—anything, any time of the night or day—you called Billy Streaker and he would say, ‘I’m on my way’, or ‘I’ll be there’ and he would come and help you. It was just that simple.”
Even “the older, good looking brother” can’t help but also brag about his baby brothers gifts: “Bill is the only guy I know to get down in a pen of yearlings, no halters on them, and trim them all, all four feet, by himself.”