Also, that might be a slight exaggeration and we probably hit closer to ten miles total. In two days. Over three different rides.
So. Still basically the same.
photo by BM
Saturday was my barn's first hunter pace of the year. It's a baby pace designed for lesson kids that don't get to get out of the arena much to go out and have fun, and for anyone to trailer in with young or green horses/riders to see some small cross country jumps and trail ride in a relaxed setting.
Bobby and I were the escorts for two kids first thing in the morning. We went along to make sure no one made bad life choices and did anything to get hurt, so I told them they were leading and to not worry about us. Bobby thought that was a poor life choice and was very angry that he didn't get to be the lead horse.
He was pretty okay for the trotting only because I was able to get him super collected and slowed down enough that he wasn't powering by the two pokey lesson ponies. He ignored the other horses spooking at random things, and he stood quietly while they jumped around him.
|it was obvi really hot all weekend. #tanktopstrong|
photo by a barn mom
Then I told the kids they could canter down the stretch everyone always canters down. "Just sit back, make sure your reins are short, and if you feel like you're starting to go too fast at all, pull them up!" Fortunately both ponies and kids were golden because Bobby was too busy running sideways into the hedgerow and getting stuck to supervise them.
I was all, "Bobby, if you want to run fast, go forth and do it!"
And Bobby was like, "I CAN'T I'M IN THIS BUSH AND IT OFFENDS ME AND SO DOES HORSES BEING IN FRONT OF ME AND I SHOULD BE IN FRONT BECAUSE I'M THE FASTEST RACEHORSE WHY AREN'T YOU ACKNOWLEDGING THAT?!"
"But Bobby, I'm trying to kick you into a canter so you can go race them, soo....?"
He was fine after that because we walked or trotted the rest, and our fearless tiny leader kept us on track so well that their team got second in the junior division!
stealing all these photos from my barn mates because my battery was almost dead.
When we finished, he got a good hose down and hung out in his stall eating hay and enjoying the comforts of his fan until he was dragged back out for another round several hours later. This time we went out with my pace partner for the next day who was riding the great red dragon. I was a little afraid they were going to feed off of each other and be complete idiots, but Oz was tired and Bobby got to lead so they were both fine.
We started off jumping a few things in the front field, all of which Bobby did really well. He was a cool customer and cantered everything right out of stride. He was actually a star for jumping everything and for cantering, up until we passed another group (who were waiting calmly at the bottom of the hill waiting for us to come down causing no fuss whatsoever), and then he kind of, sort of lost his shit a little bit again and jumped the next jump like a pogo stick.
It was a good reminder to put my running martingale back on for the next day though, so winning?
|a 5lb bag of carrots was our prize. |
bobby says best prize everrr.
I think we might have been the fastest time of the day. Optimum time was 28 minutes and some seconds and we rolled in right at 23 minutes which was close enough for a third in the adult division.
It's fucking miserable hot out, so I'm going to split the weekend into two posts for blog content. Tomorrow will be a recap of the real pace we went to where Bobby was very naughty and Ralphie was the very best, fastest fat Quarter Horse I ever have seen.