Saddle Western Seat
Enjoy the ride.
Not many ASBs in my life right now. So, I’m looking at other breeds. Today, Quarter Horses.
Before I started riding at Stepping Stone Farm [Riding Toward Random, First Impressions], I checked out a western barn. I didn’t know anything about the barn. Someone, somewhere must have given me the name and the idea that they taught lessons. Stopped by. Wandered about. Passed judgment [New Barn Checklist]. Left my card and a message. Later, I called and left a voice message. No response from either.
What might have happened if I had started Western lessons?
Would I have taken a set of lessons, given it a fair trial, and then run screaming back to hunter/jumper, event, dressage land?
Let’s say I landed at the barn. Would I now own show chaps and western helmet, maybe one with Fallon Taylor styling?
Would I be jogging at minus Mach ten around a Western Pleasure ring? I can’t see it, but stranger things have happened. For example, side-saddle [The Whatever Horse].
Would I be zipping around poles or barrels? Probably not. Classes that rely on equine talent usually require a horse of one’s own.
Would I be their in-house English rider, eying an Open Jumper belt buckle from Ohio rather than a neck ribbon from St. Louis [Jumpers]? Good in theory but unlikely, given my response to jumping a Saddlebred [Theory Vs. Reality].
Most likely, I’d be doing whatever the lesson program offered.
Does the American Quarter Horse Congress have Academy classes?
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