At the next show, I will definitely ride Willie. Or, failing that, definitely Sam. Or possibly Casey, Or even a totally unknown, borrowed horse if we run out of mounts for the Championship class. So far, I’ve had the same results (1st & 2nd) on four different Stepping Stone Farm horses. So in the lap of the gods – or at least the hands of my instructor – I leave it.
They keep asking my opinion about matters saddleseat. I’ll get on, a kind soul will adjust my stirrups and ask, “How do they feel?” I dunno. I suspect “Really weird” is not the answer they are looking for.
One of the munchkins asked if I knew how to tack up a horse yet. Good question. Mine yes; yours, not so much.