Despite my hesitation [Pre-show], I’m glad we entered the same level as last time. Milton did an excellent round, but he was still not sure about the looming wall of trees during warm-up nor about being surrounded by that many brightly painted piles of wood as we made our entry circle.
Once we got going, he was a star. He trotted over most, jumped a few, cantered away from several, and cantered over one.
He also handled 6 or 7 horses in warm without batting an eyelash.
The next show is in August. Will we move up to 18″? Maybe all the way up to 2′?
Apologies for the lack photos from the show. The paparazzi failed to appear (gasp!) and I forget about media in media res. Plus, it all looks pretty much the same as last time, down to our matching red outfits and me talking the entire round.
Major Milton
Class 5 – 2019 USDF Intro Test C – Adult, 1st of 2 or 4 (4 entered, 2 showed, this is important later), with 65%
Highest score: 7.5, canter circle!
Lowest score: 6.0, various
Results FCHP Shows
Question of the day.
Could we canter on command?
Yes, we could!
Best part of Day
Without doubt the best part was getting both canters, on the correct leads, in time to finish the movement. The transitions themselves were labored and it took me until the centerline (halfway through the circle) to sit up, reorganize, and ride a decent gait. That’s all stuff we need to work on. For now, we went in the ring & execute the maneuvers. Yay!!
Apparently, I also talked to him. A lot. Didn’t even realize it. The judge seemed to understand that these things happen at Intro level.
Other Best Part of Day
Milton had an outstanding attitude all day. When we arrived, he gave a deep sign – while still on the trailer. Grazing. Lunging. Tacking. Riding. The edge was gone. He was remarkably unremarkable.
With two exceptions.
Exception One: What the cool kids do.
As I attempted to detangle his tail, Milton fidgeted. This was unusual. He usually likes people to fuss with his mane and tail. He’d move left. He’d move right. Not spooking. Not excitable. Just bratty. Well, I know how to fix that. On went the nose chain.
Milton sobered up immediately. Not with a contrite ‘Oooh I was bad, I’d better behave now.’ Not at all. Instead, he relaxed and start chewing. His minions had gotten the message. He wanted a chain, thank you very much.
We decided that Milton had been talking with the Saddlebreds. At shows, Stepping Stone Farm uses fancy leather halters and leather lead shanks with chains. Often for good reason [In Chains]. So that’s what Milton wanted. He wanted to do what his Saddlebros do.
At horse shows, all the cool kids wear chains.
Except Two: Hello Mr Hyde.
Our friend S was making her canter debut. She also got both leads and won her class. Go Us! The schedule was such that I had to watch from aboard.
I dunno what weather you have, but we went from winter to summer. Do not pass Spring. Do not collect balmy, breezy days. By 11 am, it was outright hot. To give Milton shade, we loaded him on the trailer, put up the body barrier, and left the doors open. He had a hay net, water, shade and as much breeze as was available. This was a mistake.
Time to get on. Remove horse from trailer. Tack up. What have we here? Pissy. Pissy. Pissy. Suddenly, I was riding the horse I had in March. Hops were not imminent but neither were they off the table. Tried walking. Didn’t help. Tried quiet trotting. Didn’t help. Eventually gave up & stood to watch the test. This gave him gave time to chill/reset his brain. When we got back in motion to walk over to the jumping field, Mr. Hyde had left the building and Dr. Jekyll was back.
Did he think he should have gone home because he got on the trailer? Did we violate debarkation protocol by tacking him up as soon as we took him off? Did we forget to say Mother, may I? Who knows. In way, it was interesting. It meant that mood in the morning was a choice on his part.
It wasn’t being worked/ridden a second time. He does that all the time in schooling and at shows.
Highlights of Test
On the trot around the ring beforehand, we had a smoking trot on contact. Well, for us anyway. Went away in the ring. So hard to stay loose AND steer. At least we know it’s in there.
Starting the first trot circle.
Milton: Oh, we’re doing one of those circle thingies. That means we pick up a canter in the first quarter.
Me: Good memory. This isn’t that kind of circle.
Milton: Hmmmph.
At the end of the test, I tried to hot dog with a show trot down the long side. Milton hadn’t settled from the canter. The same thing happen in in rehearsal [Demo]. I should have remembered.
The last two are highlights rather than errors because they meant we were having a conversation. Milton did not put his hooves over his ears and endure until he could escape the sandbox.
Truth In A Clerical Error
I can honestly say that I am more pleased with how Milton went than about how we placed in the class. When I went to get my ribbons, they handed me fourth. I spent the weekend thinking I was last in my class. I didn’t see the correct results until Monday morning.
On Sunday I made notes for the blog. The original title of this post was, ‘We Cantered! We Were Last! Guess Which One I Care About!’
At the show, the results board posted the Junior section of Class 5, but not the Adults. I never saw a score sheet. The secretary was looking at what I suspect was an alphabetical listing of the class, particularly since there should have been two entries not four, due to the scratches.
Although it means I missed out on a blue ribbon and a gift certificate, I’m glad to know that the 7s were because we did a decent job not because the judge was feeling generous to everyone in the class. Note for the future. Never believe a result until you see the whites of its eyes. This is not the first time [Important Questions: What Would You Do?].
I wonder if other people spend as much time cogitating about which classes to enter as I do.
Class 5 – Intro C
Time to canter.
We’d learned what there was to learn at Intro A&B [Preliminaries Accomplished]. Yes, we still had a huge amount of work to do on improving our dressage. As far as test-qua-test was concerned, enough of that.
When I signed up, I felt there was a 50/50 chance we’d get the canter(s) before we ran out of circle(s). After practicing our test several times [Demo], I raised the chance to 75%.
Initially, I considered signing up for Training Level Test 1, a test I have done an infinitude of times over the years. Yes, Intro C was easier, but I might as well get started learning latest version of T1.
That’s how I used to feel about Training Level Test 1.
I realized if I do starter levels, I will be doing Intro tests. Might as well practice. Then, if (when!) I move up, we do the USEF eventing tests. These are new. Back in the day, eventers simply borrowed the equivalent straight-dressage test. No more. If I ever do a Training Level test, it will be because I choose do dressage.
Intro C it is.
Class 23- 12″ Crossrails
I admit, I felt silly entering a 12″ class. I had to check the results from the previous show [Report] to confirm that we had done 12″ rather than 18″. Fish aren’t the only thing that get bigger in memory.
We hadn’t jumped at all in between the two shows. We’ve been working on fitness, on cantering at home on the lunge line, on group lessons, but no jumping.
Plus, the goal is positive experiences for horse and rider. At this point in our progress, it is better to undershoot and have a better chance for success.
At least it was a ribbon for a clear round. No beating up on children and ponies. Or vice versa.
Choices Made Easy
Since I was moving up in dressage but not over jumps, I had to enter separate classes. There was not a combined test option. One less thing about which to perseverate [Names Matter].
On the net, daily.
Not going batshit crazy.
Life becomes story.
Process Notes
Because I can’t leave well-enough alone. In It’s All Just A Draft, Tobias Buckell talks about synopsizing novels & writing cover copy. In zooming through my 750 words later that day [A Place To Write], I came up with the marketing idea of creating a haiku for each (potential, future) novel. In addition to being a gimmick, it would be a way to see if I can condense the novel in to 17 syllables. Hmm, how would I summarize the blog in a haiku? And here we are.
The ‘bat shit crazy’ reference was in 2013 [I’m Baaack]. Still true today.
Reagan Upton [Barnshine, Road] nominated me a in a Facebook challenge:
Ten-day horse family challenge. Every day, select an image from a day in the life of owning, loving, driving and riding that has had an impact on you and post it without a single explanation and nominate somebody to take the challenge. That’s 10 days, 10 horse photos, 10 nominations, and 0 explanations.
So I made it a blog post. And I provided explanations. Because I want to. My blog; my rules.
As a retrospective, this list prioritizes current activities. That is what’s on my mind. That is what I have easily accessible photos of. This photo of Mathilda is for all of the horses, people, barns, trail rides, jumps, shows and so on, that came before Rodney and Milton and ASBs and driving and so on.
Writing From the Right Side of the Stall: Carefully curated musings (um, okay, rants) about the writing life, horses, bitterness and crushing career disappointment. Fun, right?
Tails From Provence: What happens when a horsemad Ould Wagon moves from Cork to Provence with 2 horses, 2 dogs and a Long Suffering Husband? Why, she gets a third dog, discovers Natural Horsemanship à la Française and starts writing short stories, of course… Update. Challenge Accepted. 10 Day Challenge
Virtual Brush Box 