Theresa_F
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The bouncing buddah made it to Trailblazers, and had a fantastic time, even if drawing some strange looks as I sprayed pit spray on my head in an attempt to stop it sweating - no hair and eyebrows means you sweat and it runs down your face - fairly yukky. Can't wait to get hair back just for that aspect of life.
Stinky won the coloured traditional/native inhand class - judge loved him, and said how well he moved. They were lovely to me and allowed me to do a shorter trot to the back - in that huge arena I would never have made it all the way round. He did the same on day 2, again with another judge who liked the way he is put together and we then won the class championship - great big sash and I blubbed - I just wanted to get there, and to do so well was beyond my dreams. Plus he won a nice rug as well!
Working cob - well I was sh***ing myself - we have never done a proper WH course on grass, though only 2'3 it seemed huge, and the dog leg and gate looked horrible. Poor Stinky, he went round with a lump onboard, no real steering - I was hanging onto his mane most of the way round, plus I can sort of grip with my thighs but not manage to kick as well just me saying go boy and tongue clicking at the same time as hanging on for dear life - he is such a good boy to me.
Believe it or not we made it over the scarey gate (well I think we did as my eyes were sort of shut) but at fence 9 he was coming in a bit fast and looking like he might give me a huge leap which I knew I would not hang on, so I checked him which resulted in him looking back at me to see what was wrong with me and then seeing the fence and realising we were now too close and pulled up a bit sharp so I ended up round his neck and then on my bum. Decided to withdraw as my legs were exhausted. In retrospect 12 fence WH course shortly after chemo may be a bit too much to expect a good result on.
Next day young Alice took him in HC and with a rider who could ride onboard, he flew the course which was great experience for both of them and I loved watching them do it.
Ridden coloureds - despite my bad riding and the most spectacular gallop - last time I rode him in a gallop (over six months ago) he needed a lot of winding up ino the corner and a huge tap and boot - which I did and then found out six months makes a lot of changes with a youngster - he came out like a bloody race horse, I then realised my reins were too long and after the very long canter on the go round, my arms and legs were shot and I had nothing to pull up with. Thank god he realised that he stops by the judge who was about to leg it as we flew round the corner and did a very impressive gallop to halt - read western slide in front of her. We came 5th as she did not give him a good conformation mark and I think we lost a few points on the gallop!
Next day I was not so tired as had only done the inhand, he was less full of himself and the gallop was controlled. We came 3rd which I was very pleased with. Judge said we did well, but both of us looked a little tired, which was very true.
Thanks to my OH - No 1 camp maker, cook and driver, and young Alice who helped me with Stinky, without them I would never have been able to have gone. I was exhausted, but so happy as I set this as my target when I found out I had cancer.
Hope to have some pics soon.
Stinky won the coloured traditional/native inhand class - judge loved him, and said how well he moved. They were lovely to me and allowed me to do a shorter trot to the back - in that huge arena I would never have made it all the way round. He did the same on day 2, again with another judge who liked the way he is put together and we then won the class championship - great big sash and I blubbed - I just wanted to get there, and to do so well was beyond my dreams. Plus he won a nice rug as well!
Working cob - well I was sh***ing myself - we have never done a proper WH course on grass, though only 2'3 it seemed huge, and the dog leg and gate looked horrible. Poor Stinky, he went round with a lump onboard, no real steering - I was hanging onto his mane most of the way round, plus I can sort of grip with my thighs but not manage to kick as well just me saying go boy and tongue clicking at the same time as hanging on for dear life - he is such a good boy to me.
Believe it or not we made it over the scarey gate (well I think we did as my eyes were sort of shut) but at fence 9 he was coming in a bit fast and looking like he might give me a huge leap which I knew I would not hang on, so I checked him which resulted in him looking back at me to see what was wrong with me and then seeing the fence and realising we were now too close and pulled up a bit sharp so I ended up round his neck and then on my bum. Decided to withdraw as my legs were exhausted. In retrospect 12 fence WH course shortly after chemo may be a bit too much to expect a good result on.
Next day young Alice took him in HC and with a rider who could ride onboard, he flew the course which was great experience for both of them and I loved watching them do it.
Ridden coloureds - despite my bad riding and the most spectacular gallop - last time I rode him in a gallop (over six months ago) he needed a lot of winding up ino the corner and a huge tap and boot - which I did and then found out six months makes a lot of changes with a youngster - he came out like a bloody race horse, I then realised my reins were too long and after the very long canter on the go round, my arms and legs were shot and I had nothing to pull up with. Thank god he realised that he stops by the judge who was about to leg it as we flew round the corner and did a very impressive gallop to halt - read western slide in front of her. We came 5th as she did not give him a good conformation mark and I think we lost a few points on the gallop!
Next day I was not so tired as had only done the inhand, he was less full of himself and the gallop was controlled. We came 3rd which I was very pleased with. Judge said we did well, but both of us looked a little tired, which was very true.
Thanks to my OH - No 1 camp maker, cook and driver, and young Alice who helped me with Stinky, without them I would never have been able to have gone. I was exhausted, but so happy as I set this as my target when I found out I had cancer.
Hope to have some pics soon.
