Repost, BTE 2 of 9: The Cast Assembles

Over time, I will be reposting the entries from my previous monthly blogs Back To Eventing and Back To Riding. This was originally posted on the USEA website Tue, 2010-09-21, archived here.

Back To Eventing: The Cast Assembles
(The author recounts her return to eventing after 20+ years away.)

“But probably, if I had to pick one thing that I had to hang my hat on, I would want the horse that I was going to buy to have a face that I would enjoy seeing poked over the stall webbing every morning, waiting for breakfast.”
James C. Wofford
Training the Three-Day Event Horse and Rider
[Doubleday 1995, p20]

The Horse Arrives
BTE_Sept_headshotRoscoe* is an 11-year-old, 17.1-hand, bay, Thoroughbred gelding. No, that's not a typo. When he sees voices and hikes up those ears, he channels his inner giraffe. I became enchanted despite not because. He comes with buttons installed for jumpers and dressage, with the dial up to 10 for Likes to Jump. As I understand his life history, he has not hopped over so much as a twig outside the ring.

Riders understandably dream about owning a big, fancy horse. Be careful what you wish for. There is nothing comfortable about being handed the keys to a Ferrari.

The Rider’s Resume
Aged, 15h, Caucasian mare.

Past Experience:
Rode as a kid at summer camps and on a fat pony owned by a distant relative.
Leased first horse in mid-teens.
Earned a graduate B from Upper Valley (VT) & Potomac (MD) Pony Clubs.
Rode in the Intercollegiate Horse Show Association. Learned that good looks and charm can cover a multitude of sins.
Survived a short stint as a working student at an eventing barn. Learned that I did not want to do horses professionally.
Owned three horses prior to Roscoe, most recently an off-the-track Thoroughbred who preferred jumpers.

Current Eventing Level:
Beginner Novice – could and have kicked just about anything over BN, except my previous horse but that’s a post for another day.
Novice – on a cooperative horse.
Training – on a made horse.
Preliminary – as a passenger.
Intermediate or Advanced – not outside of a Star Trek holodeck.

The Groom’s Story

Picture me leaping off Previous Horse after a stellar jumper trip at an A-rated show. Stage left, my coach waves me back into the arena to watch the competition take my line – slower. I win! Pause. Where’s my horse? At last reckoning, he was standing in the breezeway. See me charge back out to find that my insert-adjective-here hubby has quietly taken the horse back to the trailer and is untacking him prior to hosing. Better than roses.

Top Ten Reasons You Know You Found the Right Horse
10 This time, you don’t send the video to all your friends for their opinion beforehand.
9 The seller has another horse who is cute, suitable, and perfect. You don’t even take him out of the stall.
8 While you are deciding, you see other horses & automatically think, “My horse is prettier.”
7 You start to imagine how he would look in your pasture.
6 You superstitiously freak out when someone congratulates you before the fait is fully accompli.
5 You find previous horse’s Coggins in your brush box & don’t get weepy.
4 What was ugly on another horse becomes adorably goofy.
3 You find yourself at the grocery store making daily carrot runs.
2 You email his photo to anyone on your email list who might be remotely interested.
& the number one reason YKYFtRH:
1 When he pitches a widget that would incite panic from a different horse, you laugh and tell him to get over himself.
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*We changed his name a few months later.

Rodney’s Saga Repost locations
BTE 1 of 9: How I Won the Training Level AEC

Show Tweets: Rocking S

Show Report: Rocking S

Rocking S sign

Bingo was my dance partner at this show. As I’ve said before [Training Aids], I am relaxed on Bingo and am less likely to get drawn into his drama. Not that he has much drama in the first place, hence the relaxed. It was a local show, so polo shirt instead of vest. My main competition was the same – myself.

Academy Pleasure WTC Adult 2 of 3
Although I did a reasonably good job of leaving my horse to his own devices and concentrating on my own position, I got out-cuted. Or whatever is the proper term for ladies well past the pigtail stage.

Academy Equitation WTC Adult 3 of 3
I dialed Bingo up a bit more without losing the focus on my riding. However, I blew the right lead. This on a horse who is so easy that kids learn to canter on him. What’s up with that?

Overall
Had glimmerings of the type of riding required for competitive equitation. Also glimmerings that these nuances may not be in my skill set. Nuance is not a word people use to near me. More on this anon.
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Gratuitous Donkey Cuteness

Rocking S donkey

Delay

The show report for this week will be one day late. Instead of diligently writing the post on Monday, I decided to conduct an experiment in automotive differences. Turns out a Fiat 500 microcar does not jump a curb as well as a Ford F250 pickup truck.

The Villain
The Villain

I shredded the sidewall of the tire.

To save space, the Fiat carries sealant instead of a spare. This would have worked with a normal puncture, at least enough for us to limp home.

No amount of sealant was gonna fix this.

The Victim
The Victim

Oh well. Triple A and the tire folks swarmed round. Eventually. All should be fixed as soon as new tire arrives at shop. Once the car is reshod around lunchtime today, I shall hie myself home and blather on about my latest equitation escapades.

Hint: my ribbons would have indicated wins in Canada and the Czech Republic. In the US, not so much. Wiki: Horse Show Awards

Idea Request Accompanied by Barrel-Scraping Noises

(My end-of-the-month, state-of-the-blog post comes early, for reasons that will become apparent. Previous commentary on blogging listed here.)

You know when you go to serve a horse’s meal and your scoop picks up half a load before hitting the bottom of the feed bag? You still have several days – or weeks of Rodney’s – worth of feed but the bag is getting low and it’s time to organize a trip to the feed store.

It’s like that.

I’m still yapping away. I can smell 1000 posts over the horizon in mid-October. That is an arbitrary but round & shiny number to pursue. OTOH, there have been several occasions lately where I says to myself, ‘What on earth will I write about?’

That’s where you come in.

Over at Wait But Why, the blogger has gone to five countries and reported back. It would be cool to have a new, ongoing project both to do and to write about. I’m not about to fly to Japan to scope out yabusame, but there’s no reason I can’t do participant/observation closer to home.

Saddle seat shows are still on the schedule, along with the attendant Reports & Tweets. Also weekly lessons. I’ve already made the obvious observations. I am pondering more elaborate theories about saddle seat vs dressage and about equitation, but I need more data to see if the theories are anything more than my fevered imaginings.

I have a few activities up my sleeve, one in August, one in October. Each will be good for a post or three.

Rodney continues to make daily progress without solidifying any long-term gains. A fascinating trick, if frustrating.

We are not mentioning horse shopping. Move along. Nothing to see here.

I could always use more cat pictures. Because my cats are cute and 10 squillion Internet cat pictures can’t be wrong.

More photos in general.

More … what?

I most definitely want to keep blogging every day. The island of inactivity is not a good place for me. I end up “exceeding my daily allotment of Cokes and making gratuitous Pepperidge Farm Milano cookie runs.” [Baaaak] I’m in the car. I want to go for a drive. I’m blanking on a destination.

Any ideas? No suggestion too outlandish, too expensive, or too cumbersome. The most outrageous idea might spark an slightly more doable option. Go wild. Leave a comment, or email Katherine (waves hi) at rodneyssaga@gmail.com.

Thank you.