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I know all my readers have been waiting on pins and needles to hear about Trial Horse (TH)! Okay, maybe you’ve not been quite that upset that I haven’t posted, but things went downhill quickly.

Thursday Lesson

My lesson last Thursday was terrible. Unfortunately, it was all my fault, which makes it even worse. We rode outside for the first time, and TH handled it great. He was a little up and looky, but didn’t spook once and as soon as I put him to work, he was fabulous. There was a lot going on: different horses in and out of the arena, trailers pulling in, horses unloading, etc. and he handled it all perfectly.

We started with some small crossrails, and my goal was to keep my leg on and get him over the first time — no refusals. It was a success! Not a single refusal all night long. We did a line of crossrails and a single diagonal crossrail. All of these fences went well — not perfect, but pretty good.

Then we moved on to a small gate and a small jump with boxes. TH was good — and I sucked. I could not flow over those fences to save my life; I bounced on his back, didn’t fold my hip, forgot to release. TH handled all that with class, only getting upset twice, to which he got fast and cow-kicked once. But who can blame the guy? It can’t feel nice to have a big sack of potatoes flopping down on your back.

After that, I was very discouraged and down on myself — hence no post sooner. I try really hard not to be a total Negative Nancy on here, so I opted to wallow in misery by myself.

raindrops on leaves

Saturday Lesson

TH got Friday off, and by the time Saturday rolled around I was determined to jump again and try my absolute hardest to just ride better. In order for us to work, we have to be able to jump together. Not that Thursday was any fault of TH’s, but regardless, that can’t happen every lesson.

I had a private lesson scheduled, so I was happy for the extra attention, and hopeful that we could get things worked out. TH came out of his stall very looky-loo. He fidgeted more in the crossties than usual, and Trainer told me he kicked one of the workers on his way to turnout this morning. Not cool. So I mounted up prepared for anything, but as Trainer and I chatted, he was fine and stood like a perfect gentleman! After a few minutes, we got to work. We trotted around, and he was just a little ouchie in the front. His head was bobbing, and he just felt uncomfortable. Definitely not three-legged lame, but not sound either.

Insert total devastation here.

But I put on my big girl panties, checked him for heat, swelling, abrasions, etc. to no avail. We put him away and decided to see how he looked on Sunday.

Sunday Hack

Trainer met us at the barn Sunday afternoon. Again, checked TH’s legs for any reason for lameness, but found none. Mounted up, and we got the same response: just not comfortable in the front. I was pretty upset — I felt like there was so much about this horse that I really liked, and that I didn’t get a chance to make a final decision my way. I was so looking forward to jumping him again.

Of course, I also feel terrible that this happened at all — if this was my horse I would be so upset. But I know I didn’t do anything out of the ordinary or contrary to instructions. But it still sucks all the way around.

So Sunday afternoon, Trainer graciously trailered him back home. The end.

chestnut jumper trotting

Hacking Around

I did my first hack with Trial Horse (TH) yesterday. During the ride I wanted to focus on three things: (1) trying out the new bit (swapped the full cheek corkscrew for a D-ring snaffle) (2) canter leads and (3) transitions to the canter. Also on the table were lead changes and ground poles.

Grooming and tacking up went well — he was less ticklish today, probably because I was more aware of it and made sure to stay light, especially around his belly. Overall, he stood very well, and hardly moved around in the cross-ties.

We again had to ride inside (stupid rain — doesn’t Mother Nature know I have a horse on trial that I need to ride outside?!), but this time we were all by our lonesome. I was actually happy about this, because I usually ride in the evenings and during the week, there are not a lot of people out at the barn at that time. So this was a good test. But again, TH didn’t care — yay! During our ride it rained a few times, which can be quite loud on the roof, but again, no cares. TH is definitely turning out to be even more quiet than I anticipated, huzzah!

We got to work, and he was a little stiff and locked throughout his neck and body: he has trouble truly bending and maintaining that bend. But he will do as you ask without complaint, so I feel strongly that this is something I could improve over time. Overall, he was pretty lazy–I can see why his owner sometimes rides him in spurs. I put that on my list to try later in the week. Since I never ride in spurs, ever, I need to make sure I can ride him in them myself!

After trotting, we moved on to working at the canter. Leads are still a bit tough for us — we got most of them, but they were not pretty. I need to remember to stretch up through the entire transition and not relax until we are a few strides into our canter, especially to the left.

We also practiced a few lead changes, since everything else was going okay. Plus hammering TH on his transitions and leads isn’t what we need — we need time to figure each other out, so I figured a change of pace would be good at this point in the ride. His change from right to left is almost automatic, but I couldn’t get a clean one the opposite direction. To me, this makes sense since it means switching to his weaker lead. Plus I really don’t know what I’m doing when it comes to asking for flying changes, since I’ve been riding a horse that doesn’t have them. But in the end I have confidence that it will be there when we need it. I’ve seen him do it, so it’s not like the change that direction doesn’t exist.

We finished with some ground poles, both trotting and cantering. The first time we did them, TH looked at them hard, but I kept my leg on and he jumped it. Oops! But after that he was fine and did them well. He was very responsive to both lengthening and shortening aids, so it was a piece of cake!

Overall it was a good ride, and shows me that his personality is what I’m looking for and that we have some things to work on as far as flatting goes. Both of those I like, because I feel confident I can help out on the flat and I love that I will be able to contribute to his skill-set. This whole sucking back and being looky at poles and jumps I don’t like. Our lesson on Thursday and Saturday will be good tests to see how that issue progresses.


  • Wednesday – Off
  • Thursday – Lesson
  • Friday – Off
  • Saturday – Lesson
horse shadow

First Ride

I had my first ride on Trial Horse (TH) last night and overall it went pretty well. I felt pretty comfortable on him, considering it was only my second time ever riding him. I’m going to describe the ride in ridiculous detail, so here are the highlights for those that don’t care to read the entire post (which I don’t blame you!)


  • Doesn’t stand stock still in cross-ties, but it’s not as bad as I remember. Verdict: Livable
  • Very narrow horse, so I will need a new saddle (which is not shocking). Verdict: Livable

General Demeanor

  • TH is inquisitive and likes to look around at everything. Verdict: Livable
  • He is a sweet guy, likes to petted and loved on. Verdict: Like!
  • Not spooky, adjusts to new surroundings quickly. Verdict: Like!

On The Flat

  • He has smooth gaits, easy to sit both the trot and canter. Verdict: Like!
  • Likes to be straight. Knows how to bend, but is inconsistent. Verdict: Workable
  • Calm, will stand still in the middle of the arena with other horses going around. Verdict: Like!
  • Needs work on left lead canter — lacks impulsion. Verdict: Workable

Over Fences

  • Refused a few times, but it wasn’t dirty. Verdict: Unsure
  • Round jump, but smooth. Verdict: Like!
  • Very adjustable in the line. Verdict: Like!
  • Forgiving. Verdict: Love!

cute bay hunter

The Play by Play

Started out with a quick rinse of TH’s legs to get the rest of his poultice off. He walked right into the wash rack no problem and stood fairly well. He wanted to move around a bit and stick half of his body out (I suspect to see what was going on around him) but he was less antsy in the cross-ties than I remembered. By the time the ride was over, both Sam and I almost didn’t notice that he was moving around a bit anymore.

He stood fairly well in the cross-ties for grooming and seems thin-skinned and sensitive, especially his belly. I opted to just use the soft brush because I have a pretty stiff hard brush, and I didn’t think he’d like it. He was good for the grooming mit though, which I was happy about. TH was patient with adjusting tack, but it looks like I will definitely need to purchase a new saddle if I buy him (which is not a surprise considering I bought my saddle for the widest horse that ever walked the earth. No seriously – my saddle is 7″ dot to dot).

Unfortunately it rained all day, so we had to ride inside. Obviously, TH has never been in the indoor arena, so I tacked up and decided to hand-walk him first. There are mirrors at one end, a small door on one long side and then a big door plus a viewing hut at the other end, so it can be scary. Luckily, TH didn’t care. Strolled in, looked at himself in the mirror and thought “gosh I’m good looking!”

When I mounted up, he didn’t want to stand still at the block for very long, so that’s something we would need to work on. One of the other students was finishing up her lesson, so TH and I putzed around, and nothing phased him. Other horse jumping? Don’t care. Standing in the middle of the arena on the buckle? Cool. He wasn’t super thrilled with the liverpool, but didn’t do anything naughty.

We walked and trotted all around, and he was honestly kind of lazy. I guess he did just finish a horse show though, so we’ll have to see how the rest of the week goes as far as that is concerned.

TH is definitely weaker to the left, so his canter that direction was almost a lope. I am stronger to the left, so this is good for me. Overall, he could use some fine tuning on the flat. He knows a lot of things, but just isn’t consistent. I like this because it gives me an opportunity to contribute to the horse and feel like we learned something together. To the right, we got the wrong lead at first and he had a five second tantrum about it, in which he tossed his head and got a little hopped up with his front feet. Then he promptly switched his lead and cantered on like nothing happened. I was glad his “temper tantrum” was something I could handle, and that he didn’t hold a grudge. Obviously we need to work on our leads, but I didn’t have trouble when I tried him before at his barn, so I think we will get it sorted out.

After warming up and figuring things out on the flat, we moved on to trotting cross-rails. Trainer had a small line set up, but we started with just one. We trotted up towards the mirrors to the second fence in the line and he refused. It wasn’t dirty, he just slowed to a stop in front of the fence and looked down at it. He did that two or three times, so I grabbed a crop and waved it as we were approaching the jump, and he popped over. I got left behind and I’m pretty sure I didn’t release at all, but he didn’t care. We continued over the jump a few times until he was smooth.

Then we moved on to the other cross-rail in the line. It was a natural (the other fence was green and white) and coming up to it he sucked back a little bit, but I clucked (loudly) and kept my leg on and over he went! We did the line a few times, trotting in and cantering out. The first couple of times we did the line in six, with a few tough chips to the second fence, but he was good, went over and wasn’t upset. He even gave me a few lead changes! They weren’t nice, but I wasn’t helping at all, so I’m sure once we did them more, they would improve.

We ended the lesson jumping the line set at about 2′ (verticals). I was happy that I felt confident enough to raise the jumps on my first ride! His jump is round, but very soft, and so far I think it works well for me. I’m a little put-off by the refusals, but trainer said it could be due to a number of factors, and he might be a horse that just needs to school when he’s at a new place. Overall, I’m not quite sure how I feel about it — it’s good I have lots of lessons scheduled during our trial period!


  • Tuesday – Hack
  • Wednesday – Off
  • Thursday – Lesson
  • Friday – Off
  • Saturday – Lesson
Trial Horse

On Trial

I hemmed and hawed over posting about this. I’m not exactly secretive about my identity on this blog, but just because I choose to make aspects of my life public, doesn’t mean that everyone I come in contact with feels the same. But I started this blog to chronicle my equestrian pursuits, and this is a big deal. So to compromise, I’m going to try to keep certain details to a minimum, to protect the others involved, while still writing about this experience. Hope you all can forgive the secrets. Anyways, on to the good stuff:

I have a horse on trial! I went back and forth all last week between paralyzing nervousness and overwhelming excitement. I’m still fairly nervous (riding a new horse is always a bit scary for me), but I can’t wait to get out to the barn tonight. I have my first ride on Trial Horse (TH) this evening, and I swear if the clock ticks any slower I might die of anticipation!

Throughout this process, I’m trying really hard to take things one step at a time — I’m famous for jumping ahead. In the end, the most important thing is fit: do we work well together on the flat and over fences. Of course, I could probably write a novel on what that means, but I’m trying to keep an open mind. I just need to ride like I always do, and it will either work or it won’t. That’s the purpose of the trial after all!

I’ve never done a trial before, so not only am I excited about the horse himself, but I’m kind of excited about the process. I get to ride more and take extra lessons; I get to spend extra time out at the barn and pamper my very own pony again. I’ve really missed that, and I don’t think I realized quite how much until now. Here’s to a fun and exciting week!

Ohio State Fair Picture

Five Horses

You might be tired or reading all of these, because it seems like lots of our fellow bloggers are filling this questionnaire out, like Viva Carlos. She Moved To Texas and Adventures in Colt (Filly) Starting, but seeing as I don’t have much else to write about, I thought a blast from my past might amuse you.

1. The Intro Horse

We each came into horses in our own way, but it was always with a horse leading us. This might have been a friend’s first pony, or perhaps it was a draft horse on a farm you once visited It might have been a real-life meeting, or an imaginary one.

Royal & Delilah were my introduction to horses. They were my mother’s plastic horses, well, I’m honestly not sure they were actually made out of plastic, but the point is they were toys. Before I ever even saw my first real horse, I played with plastic ones. I made a shelf in my closet into a barn and I collected Grand Champions (cheap Breyers) like other kids collected crazy bones or baseball cards.

My best friend in elementary school and I had well over 100 of these awesome horses, all with names and story lines. We stole her brother’s Star Wars figurines to be our riders and Darth Vader always cheated to get to the Olympics, but Luke Skywalker always beat him for the gold.

Jazz pony Summer 2000

2. The Experimental Horse

Once you had crossed the line between “Darn, they’re big!” and “Wow! Can I try that?” you found yourself face-to-face with the horse that would suffer through your early attempts at figuring out the whole horse experience … wherever this horse came from, he probably didn’t benefit from the encounter as much as you did.

After a few years of taking “lessons,” I decided to join 4-H. The first pony I took was a little buckskin named Jazz, who was an absolute saint, except for our very first show together. The barn owner decided not to turn him out  the night before to make sure he had enough energy for the show, which was a horrible idea, but 10-year-old Tracy had no clue. When we got to the show, Jazz was all sorts of nuts so we walked him to a back field (away from all the other horses — again, I repeat, NO CLUE) and to my shock he RAN AWAY and I fell head first onto concrete.

When I looked up, he was gone and all I could think was OMG, I lost H’s horses. She is going to kill me. Luckily a bystander caught the pony and we went into our first class (English Showmanship) and got third. That ribbon is still hanging in my house to this day, and is one of my favorites.

Chuck Summer 2001

3. The Connected Horse

The first horses we meet don’t really connect with us, nor do we with them. Those are experiences in survival and tests of endurance. The Connected Horse is the first horse you truly bond with. This is the horse that sounds a chord that lives so deep in you that you might never have heard it otherwise.

When I outgrew Jazz, I started riding an ancient ex-barrel racer, Chuck. He was the first horse that I really worked hard with to accomplish showing goals. We did everything, from jumping to contesting, and he was great. He was the first horse I tried to qualify for State Fair on. While we didn’t make it, he did teach me that hard work pays off, placing 8th out in an over fences class at county fair. Still have that ribbon and the picture to go along with it…although my form leaves something a lot to be desired (hence why it is not pictured here).

Chuck was also my first lesson in loss: he got sick and passed away unexpectedly and I never got to say goodbye. I cried and cried and it was horrible, but I moved on and found The Challenger.

Charlie Summer 2004

4. The Challenger

Into each horse person’s life, a little challenge must fall. You’ll have read that one final training book, bought yourself a clicker and heading rope, and there you’ll stand, arms crossed, assessing the situation as if you actually knew what the situation was. It might be difficult to believe, as you are flying down the aisle way on the losing end of a braided cotton line, but you actually need this horse in your life.

Why I started riding Charlie, I will never know. Better yet, why my mother put up with this horse, I REALLY don’t know. He was a Morgan-cross that the barn owner adopted. He was blind in one eye, hated men and was crazy mean. Like lunge back, open his mouth and take a big ole chunk out of you at any moment mean.

I rode him for three years, the final of which I thought we would place better if I rode Saddleseat. In hindsight, this plan absolutely worked, but thank god this horse was tolerant under tack. I bought a saddle on eBay, stuck two bits in that pony’s mouth, read a book and off we went.

Wow, I’m starting to realize a great theme in my equestrian life: I was a fucking moron.

Anyways, Charlie The One-Eyed Wonder Pony (honest to god, that’s the name I showed him under) was definitely my challenge: not only was he horrid on the ground, but we really worked hard to be able to do Saddleseat. I ended up qualifying for State Fair for the first time and showed against all the fancy Saddlebreds… and won 4th in Saddle Type Showmanship. And they were pissed, but I thought it was the best thing ever.

5. Your Deepest Heart –

There will come a time when you will look at yourself with a cold, appraising eye, and you’ll have to be honest about your continued ability to deal with The Challenger and other difficult horses. At that point, you’ll seek out the horse that will be your soul mate forever… You’ll have bought him the most comfortable, best fitting equipment… Maybe you’ll still go to shows and ride – brilliantly or barely – in the Alzheimer’s class. Maybe you’ll just stay home. Whatever you do, one day you’ll realize that after all the money you spent on animal communicators and trainers, you only had to stop and listen and you would have clearly heard your horse’s thoughts and desires.

Visa. Without a doubt this horse will always and forever have a piece of my heart. He did anything, was capable beyond my wildest imagination and was quite simply the best horse ever. He was a 4-H rockstar, winning grand champion year-end awards all three years I was eligible, held his own at local hunter/jumper shows against the much larger and fancier Warmbloods and Thoroughbreds and tolerated anybody and everybody.

What else is there to say? There will never be another one like him and I miss him every day.

Ohio State Fair Picture
Yeah, we were pretty badass