Problems That Younger Riders Have Never Had To Worry About, aka The Boot Jack List

Training Journal

 

I come in the house. I get distracted talking about how the horses went. I look down. I am using a boot jack in an attempt to pull off my zip-on boots.

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Which got me thinking about other things the younger generations of riders have never done, or conversely have always done. Have you heard of the Beloit College Mindset List? Check it out, it’s awesome. “One reason we began the List was to remind faculty members and the general public that entering college students have a particular and limited range of experiences,” notes McBride [The Mindset Lists of American History].

It reminds us old farts about the reality of being 18. They’ve always had cell phones. They’ve never had the Soviet Union. And so on. In that light, I have started a version for the horse world.
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If you are talking to a group of 18-year-old riders, they have ….

Never used a boot jack to pull off their tall boots.

Never competed at Pre-Training in Eventing. It’s now called Novice, and is no longer the lowest level.

Never had to worry about penalty zones on their cross-country courses.

Never seen a long-format Olympic Event. Short format was introduced in Athens 2004.

Always ridden with a helmet in hunters or jumpers. Yay!

Always had Warmbloods as the standard in hunters. They have never had a need for a Non-TB Hunter Class.

Always had Academy as an option in saddle seat. The first ever class was in 1989, per Saddle & Bridle: Whatever Works.

The Chronicle of the Horse has been in color since they were 6 years old.
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I may be off on the dates here and there, but you get the idea.

According to Wiki, Beloit College no longer claims the list, “ ‘A poorly written compendium of trivia, stereotypes and lazy generalizations.’ ” Wiki: Mindset List. There’s even more vitriol in the full quote. I smell academic infighting. Marist College has taken up the mantle.

What do you have for the Boot Jack List?

Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott

Winter, Midnight, & Christmas, An Entry For The Mares In Black Coloring Contest

Celebrating Art

Winter, Midnight, & Christmas

From line art supplied by Mares In Black, A Model Horse Podcast. “Christine Jordan whipped up this wonderful holiday themed coloring sheet for us … Entrants are welcome to color in the art anyway they please, digitally or manually, in any media they please! Markers, watercolor, Photoshop, acrylics, crayons, MS Paint, mixed media, you name it! The sky is the limit.” Mares In Black: The 2019 MIB Holiday Contest!

Deadline: December 24th, 2019.
Entry: Free, as far as I can tell.
Image: contest page >”download the line art here.” > download page > PDF.
Divisions: Open & Youth
Prizes: “MIB swag, OF models and other fun surprises.” (ibid)

Entries already showing up on Instagram, maresinblack. Assist scored by Road To BreyerFest. I found out about the MIB contest from the RtB Facebook page.

Update
Mares In Black: MIB Coloring Contest Results!
[Overstayed Welcome, December Contest Entries]

Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott

Blue At The Barn

Foto Friday

 

Detail of show ribbon hanging in trailer, [Our First Blue]

Liniment bottle, product

Well-used cookie ball, [Cookie Ball!, Semi-Permanent Gold Star]

Water jug, product

And of course, the supervisor, Blue

Photo Exercise. 1. Pick A Color. Five Self Assignments That Teach You To See. Color + barn = blue. Naturally.

What’s blue at your barn?

Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott

Why Not Rack Off Into The Sunset?

Adventures in Saddle Seat

 

Yesterday, I said that my life would be easy if I committed to saddle seat. So, why don’t I?

It’s expensive and I’d hate every minute of it.

Not riding or showing. I love the ASB attitude and showmanship. It’s the rest of the process that fails to appeal.

It’s expensive … Other people caring for your horse does not come cheap. Other people training your horse is an even faster wallet suck.

Let’s talk about showing. A new show outfit. A second suit if I wanted to do equitation. A show bridle. Fancy horse shoes. Show fees. Academy horses have several riders to share the costs. The show bill for my spiffy suit horse would be all on me.

… and I’d hate every minute of it. Someone else caring for my horse? No. Someone else making decisions about my horse? So much no. Someone else riding my horse on a regular basis? A thousand times no. I understand the paradigm. I know it works. Not for me. Not now. Not ever. Mine. Mine. Mine. Have I sufficiently conveyed my level of possessiveness?

If I had my heart set on ASB dreams, I would adapt. I would find a way to pay for it, as much of it as I could. I would come to terms with my control issues. If it was my dream, I’d deal. I just don’t want it enough. I don’t want it enough in any discipline. If the road to equestrian fame and glory means giving up the reins and being a guest on my own horse, I won’t go. I’ll keep my horses at home and stay a backyard hero.

I’ve said all of this six years ago, in my first year of showing saddle seat [Suiting Up]. Nothing has changed. Why repeat myself? I figured ‘Why not?’ was an reasonable response to yesterday’s post. So I answered the question.

One last note. Lack of barn drama is another benefit of the AOT life. Some barns have more; some barns have less. No barn is immune. The only sure-fire method to avoiding barn drama is the ability to walk away chanting, ‘Not my circus, not my monkeys.’ If I had a horse in training, at SSF or anywhere, I would be one of the monkeys.

Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott

Saddle Seat, I Wish I Could Love You

Adventures in Saddle Seat

Do you have any idea how easy my life would be if I decided to rack off into the sunset on a high-stepping American Saddlebred?

I’d give Coach Courtney the nod.

She would find me a horse. The length of time involved would depend on my ambition and budget. If I wanted to show locally, she’d need – maybe – five minutes to decide which horse in the barn would do the job. If I wanted to shoot for the moon, it might take her as much as half an hour to have six potential Louisville horses lined up for me to look at between here and Kentucky.

She would go with me to try the horse. Reagan [Barnshine] might come along to ride them first. I would have supervision for the test ride, advice on the horse’s suitability, and someone to negotiate with the seller for me. No standing about on my own wondering how to exit gracefully if the horse proved to be a no hoper [We Are Not Idiots]. In the first place, there would be fewer no hopers. This would be true whether I chose sale or lease.

My future superstar would live at Stepping Stone Farm. Someone else would climb out of bed to feed in the dark of winter and in the heat of summer. Someone else would worry about finding enough hay and setting blacksmith appointments. Someone else would already be taking care of the horse if I had to leave town.

Coach Courtney would oversee wonder horse’s training. She would decide how much work and how often. I would take lessons on my horse and on practice horses. She would oversee my show schedule, advising me on which shows to attend and which classes to enter. My show career would have a plan, rather than being a drunkard’s walk through local prize lists.

I already know 90% of the shows. I’ve been in the arenas. I know where stable parking is. I was going to say that my horse would be wafted to and from the shows without me, but that already happens with Academy horses. No change there. Ditto, help in warm-up and on the sidelines. I would have advice on how to dress for my show ring suit debut. In fact, try to get into the ring without Reagan’s sartorial oversight and approval!

Can’t you see me, zipping around the ring, resplendent and well-prepared, on a lovely horse who has been trained as my perfect teammate? All it would take is a nod.

Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott