JenHunt
Well-Known Member
Evening all,
So, to take up from last time (here - http://www.horseandhound.co.uk/forums/showthread.php?683704-Ron-s-weird-weekend-(hunting)-diary)... This weekend the humans arrived on Friday evening and spent hours and hours doing Tom's mane - he said something about using a pointy thing to stop them coming out, so think mum must have stitched them in for him. (He was very cross about that on Saturday morning, said it was uncomfortable to lie on... but not as cross as mum who had to pull his bedding out of each of the 15 plaits and his tail) Mum and the OH then did my mane and tail before we got dinner. I was not impressed about that bit for sure, i mean, fancy making a man wait for food!!
Saturday morning arrived and we were given breakfast as usual, but I was too excited to eat it (as usual, don't know why they bother!) and Tom inhaled his because it had oats in it! Mine didn't! How Rude. Mum says it's because I'm too silly without them, but I thinks she's just mean, and that she's a wimp, and that I'd be better if I had oats.
Anyways... we loaded up and Tom tried his usual attempt to make the trailer go faster by digging all the way there... Then he had 2 wee's before OH could get the saddle on and get mounted up... I meanwhile had an extra few moments snooze. We had a stroll down the road to the meet, catching up a few others on the way, including my new friend from the other week (Zac, the RID, who we'd hacked home with, and his dad Bill), and a little redheaded mare who Tom took a shine to. At the meet mum told me off for wanting to try some little delicacies presented to me (well, mum and OH really) on a nice tray. They did smell all sweet and sticky but mum said they were sausages cooked in chilli sauce. I did manage to persuade someone to let me try their stirrup cup - port is my favourite.
We moved off and had a couple of little jumps. Mum was mean though and made me wait until there was no queue - apparently jumping other horses who stop in front of me isn't the done thing. :rollseyes: The last one was a narrow little thing where someone had knocked the top rail off, right next to the metal gate. So I jumped really big and really really close to the gate post and caused mum to squeak and nearly tipped her off when she took evasive action to avoid leaving her knee on the gatepost. Tom got left behind at this point and I was made to wait for him. I didn't call out for him at all. Not me. No Sirree.... nope. That was someone else making girly noises....
Then we stood for a while on a lane, and I had another snooze while Tom investigated how hard the tarmac was compared to the verge (and had another wee). After a while, one of the masters came and stood next to us to chat, and Tom and I met her new horse - a big dapple grey sports horse type called Paddy who acts like he knows the job even though he's pretty new to it. Nice chap.
We eventually moved off, only to stand for quite some time on a bank, as hounds were put through a covert trying to pick up the trail. When we moved on again there was a trip through a boggy bit of wood on a bridleway which opened out into some nice old turf. Some folk jumped the hedge here into the next field but mum and OH wouldn't let us because there was wire in it, and because we'd been stood for quite a while before that. Spoil Sports. But we did get a bit of a rollercoaster ride along the side of the beck instead, with lots of twists and turns and ups and downs, culminating in a water filled ditch/stream to jump, then a narrow gate. Mum and I made it look easy but Tom wasn't close enough behind us and the gate slammed shut in his face. Soon rectified though and we were off again.
The next stretch had plenty of steep ups and downs, before we came clattering into a farm yard where we got another breather. Tom was annoying me now - he kept nudging me, rubbing his face on me, biting me, biting mum and trying to dig holes. I put up with it for so long then pulled a face back that made it quite clear I'd had enough.... He panicked and reversed into a tractor!
Shortly after we moved on again, to meet up with the boxes for 2nd horses. Once everyone was changed over we were taken back towards the meet and our box. At this point I was feeling ok, but Tom was obviously getting tired... I was managing to out-trot him, so we turned for home at the next opportunity.
Home (via a petrol station, obviously!) and we were washed off, and Tom went out to mooch about and switch off, and I went in to eat and snooze. Sunday morning and we were taken for a stroll out, and mum and OH said we felt as good as new, which mum is putting down to some new stuff that we're getting in our dinners. I don't care what it is really as long as I'm getting food and it tastes ok.
Mum says that next weekend is a local meet so we'll be getting to hack there - if it's the meet I think it is then there's a giant ditch and a couple of hedges to jump but not much else
carrots!
So, to take up from last time (here - http://www.horseandhound.co.uk/forums/showthread.php?683704-Ron-s-weird-weekend-(hunting)-diary)... This weekend the humans arrived on Friday evening and spent hours and hours doing Tom's mane - he said something about using a pointy thing to stop them coming out, so think mum must have stitched them in for him. (He was very cross about that on Saturday morning, said it was uncomfortable to lie on... but not as cross as mum who had to pull his bedding out of each of the 15 plaits and his tail) Mum and the OH then did my mane and tail before we got dinner. I was not impressed about that bit for sure, i mean, fancy making a man wait for food!!
Saturday morning arrived and we were given breakfast as usual, but I was too excited to eat it (as usual, don't know why they bother!) and Tom inhaled his because it had oats in it! Mine didn't! How Rude. Mum says it's because I'm too silly without them, but I thinks she's just mean, and that she's a wimp, and that I'd be better if I had oats.
Anyways... we loaded up and Tom tried his usual attempt to make the trailer go faster by digging all the way there... Then he had 2 wee's before OH could get the saddle on and get mounted up... I meanwhile had an extra few moments snooze. We had a stroll down the road to the meet, catching up a few others on the way, including my new friend from the other week (Zac, the RID, who we'd hacked home with, and his dad Bill), and a little redheaded mare who Tom took a shine to. At the meet mum told me off for wanting to try some little delicacies presented to me (well, mum and OH really) on a nice tray. They did smell all sweet and sticky but mum said they were sausages cooked in chilli sauce. I did manage to persuade someone to let me try their stirrup cup - port is my favourite.
We moved off and had a couple of little jumps. Mum was mean though and made me wait until there was no queue - apparently jumping other horses who stop in front of me isn't the done thing. :rollseyes: The last one was a narrow little thing where someone had knocked the top rail off, right next to the metal gate. So I jumped really big and really really close to the gate post and caused mum to squeak and nearly tipped her off when she took evasive action to avoid leaving her knee on the gatepost. Tom got left behind at this point and I was made to wait for him. I didn't call out for him at all. Not me. No Sirree.... nope. That was someone else making girly noises....
Then we stood for a while on a lane, and I had another snooze while Tom investigated how hard the tarmac was compared to the verge (and had another wee). After a while, one of the masters came and stood next to us to chat, and Tom and I met her new horse - a big dapple grey sports horse type called Paddy who acts like he knows the job even though he's pretty new to it. Nice chap.
We eventually moved off, only to stand for quite some time on a bank, as hounds were put through a covert trying to pick up the trail. When we moved on again there was a trip through a boggy bit of wood on a bridleway which opened out into some nice old turf. Some folk jumped the hedge here into the next field but mum and OH wouldn't let us because there was wire in it, and because we'd been stood for quite a while before that. Spoil Sports. But we did get a bit of a rollercoaster ride along the side of the beck instead, with lots of twists and turns and ups and downs, culminating in a water filled ditch/stream to jump, then a narrow gate. Mum and I made it look easy but Tom wasn't close enough behind us and the gate slammed shut in his face. Soon rectified though and we were off again.
The next stretch had plenty of steep ups and downs, before we came clattering into a farm yard where we got another breather. Tom was annoying me now - he kept nudging me, rubbing his face on me, biting me, biting mum and trying to dig holes. I put up with it for so long then pulled a face back that made it quite clear I'd had enough.... He panicked and reversed into a tractor!
Shortly after we moved on again, to meet up with the boxes for 2nd horses. Once everyone was changed over we were taken back towards the meet and our box. At this point I was feeling ok, but Tom was obviously getting tired... I was managing to out-trot him, so we turned for home at the next opportunity.
Home (via a petrol station, obviously!) and we were washed off, and Tom went out to mooch about and switch off, and I went in to eat and snooze. Sunday morning and we were taken for a stroll out, and mum and OH said we felt as good as new, which mum is putting down to some new stuff that we're getting in our dinners. I don't care what it is really as long as I'm getting food and it tastes ok.
Mum says that next weekend is a local meet so we'll be getting to hack there - if it's the meet I think it is then there's a giant ditch and a couple of hedges to jump but not much else
carrots!
