JenHunt
Well-Known Member
So looks like the Hunting season has finished... 
guess she'll be wanting me to do silly circles in front of a car soon. 
To continue from after the day when the moving stable lost a shoe on the way to the meet... the next saturday mum's OH Peter took me hunting. twas a very wet day ( my favourite with lots of puddles and muddy bits to jump IN!!) and there was a few jumps, and Peter almost always lets me go up at the front. The twice he didn't it put my explosion leap thingy into practice, with precisely the desired effect. Mum picked us up about 4pm that day. I was really tired, but the sort of day it was meant that we'd covered loads of miles at a trot rather than a few miles flat out, so it suited me much better.
The next day out, was last thursday. Yet again I think mum had lost her marbles... she tied my mane in knots, and put my tail up the night before, but then didn't feed us til 9!! then we never left the stables or got tacked up! I thought she'd forgotten us, until I saw lots of people arriving at our house all dressed for hunting. Tom went bonkers, he hadn't been plaited up or anything and thought he was going to be left behind.
Then, the hunt left without me and mum!! once they'd gone, she came to tack me up, and Peter came to tack Tom up, but he wasn't going hunting so Tom wouldn't let him put any tack on. Mum and I left to catch the hunt up, and I think Peter gave up arguing and turned Tom out naked! He really didn't miss much. The fastest we went all day was when we were catching them up. then I got to go up front with the hounds and the man with the tooter thing. Apart from him always blowing it in my ear it was ok. we only walked all day tho. Mum took me home about 2 and we'd only gone about as far as a hack that would normally take me 40 minutes!
When I got back mum turned me out! How rude!! but my friend Noddy and his friend Barney got to stand in our stables while barneys mum went to get their moving stable thing. I hate going out after hunting and stood at the gate looking miserable until mum brought me in. I was only allowed to stand on the yard with a haynet tho, but at least I could talk to noddy and barney.
Then this saturday was brilliant!! apart from not getting breakfast and having to leave my bed at 8 am! mum must have been getting a posh breakfast (she said something about champagne but not sure what that means) to need to get there so early. Then we got tacked up and got to gallop about 2 miles with lots of hunt jumps - we led a group of about 25 others round it and I was allowed to be at the front all the way!! Then there was a really big, long meet (I was glad of the rest) in front of a big house with lots of people and horses and plenty of things for me to try to eat. The hunting was much better than thursday had been and we got to do most of the jumps again, before going up onto the tops of the moors for a gallop. On the way back down some silly fat (read seriosuly obese) cob (and I'm allowed to say that as a cob that isn't fat! ) kicked my mum. Twice in one stride! and its human didn't appologise to us, and mum is still limping about today. I'm sure bute and cold hosing would fix her tho. The cob's human hadn't put the red or the green thing in its tail, and didn't reprimand it. How rude. It's not like we'd run into it, or even got too close. I was trying to overtake, and had left plenty of room... the thing shot sideways into me and then let fly with both back feet! 
Anyway, as I was saying... that looks like it then for the summer. I'll get a few quiet weeks and then it'll be stupid circles and shiny jumps for me!
thank you for reading my long rambly hunting reports this season. Have a big bucket of spring grass and some juicy carrots before your mum shuts you up in fear of laminitis!!
Ron
guess she'll be wanting me to do silly circles in front of a car soon. To continue from after the day when the moving stable lost a shoe on the way to the meet... the next saturday mum's OH Peter took me hunting. twas a very wet day ( my favourite with lots of puddles and muddy bits to jump IN!!) and there was a few jumps, and Peter almost always lets me go up at the front. The twice he didn't it put my explosion leap thingy into practice, with precisely the desired effect. Mum picked us up about 4pm that day. I was really tired, but the sort of day it was meant that we'd covered loads of miles at a trot rather than a few miles flat out, so it suited me much better.
The next day out, was last thursday. Yet again I think mum had lost her marbles... she tied my mane in knots, and put my tail up the night before, but then didn't feed us til 9!! then we never left the stables or got tacked up! I thought she'd forgotten us, until I saw lots of people arriving at our house all dressed for hunting. Tom went bonkers, he hadn't been plaited up or anything and thought he was going to be left behind.
Then, the hunt left without me and mum!! once they'd gone, she came to tack me up, and Peter came to tack Tom up, but he wasn't going hunting so Tom wouldn't let him put any tack on. Mum and I left to catch the hunt up, and I think Peter gave up arguing and turned Tom out naked!
He really didn't miss much. The fastest we went all day was when we were catching them up. then I got to go up front with the hounds and the man with the tooter thing. Apart from him always blowing it in my ear it was ok. we only walked all day tho. Mum took me home about 2 and we'd only gone about as far as a hack that would normally take me 40 minutes! When I got back mum turned me out! How rude!! but my friend Noddy and his friend Barney got to stand in our stables while barneys mum went to get their moving stable thing. I hate going out after hunting and stood at the gate looking miserable until mum brought me in. I was only allowed to stand on the yard with a haynet tho, but at least I could talk to noddy and barney.
Then this saturday was brilliant!! apart from not getting breakfast and having to leave my bed at 8 am! mum must have been getting a posh breakfast (she said something about champagne but not sure what that means) to need to get there so early. Then we got tacked up and got to gallop about 2 miles with lots of hunt jumps - we led a group of about 25 others round it and I was allowed to be at the front all the way!! Then there was a really big, long meet (I was glad of the rest) in front of a big house with lots of people and horses and plenty of things for me to try to eat. The hunting was much better than thursday had been and we got to do most of the jumps again, before going up onto the tops of the moors for a gallop. On the way back down some silly fat (read seriosuly obese) cob (and I'm allowed to say that as a cob that isn't fat!
) kicked my mum. Twice in one stride! and its human didn't appologise to us, and mum is still limping about today. I'm sure bute and cold hosing would fix her tho. The cob's human hadn't put the red or the green thing in its tail, and didn't reprimand it. How rude. It's not like we'd run into it, or even got too close. I was trying to overtake, and had left plenty of room... the thing shot sideways into me and then let fly with both back feet! Anyway, as I was saying... that looks like it then for the summer. I'll get a few quiet weeks and then it'll be stupid circles and shiny jumps for me!
thank you for reading my long rambly hunting reports this season. Have a big bucket of spring grass and some juicy carrots before your mum shuts you up in fear of laminitis!!
Ron
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