madmax1
Active Member
Hello,
I am fed up with the stigma attached to horse people who do not compete. I have been classically trained and use some natural horsemanship methods. My horses live out and yet their coats all shine - this shine comes from the feed and the care they receive and not from a spray bottle.
Regardless of the fact that I know my stuff and been into horses for nearly 20 years I have heard a particular local refer to me as a "Happy Hacker" and a "Novice". Yes I hack, there is nothing better than being free, exploring with your best friend, yes I school at home and no I do not compete - is that a crime? Does that make me any less of a horse person?
I know my horses are healthier and happier than a couple riding club horses I know locally, albeit my horses might get a bit muddy. In my opinion, I allow my horses to be a Horse - They live out (unless really bad weather) and yes they get dirty - in my book that is not neglect, its natural.
Does anyone else have the same feeling of being a second grade horse person just because you do not compete?
Anyway for all those knowledgeable horse people out there who feel you must apologise for not competing, I thought I would share the letter below.
I found this letter on a different website recently, it was written by a lady called Dawn;
TO ALL HAPPY HACKERS!!
What is the toughest riding discipline of them all? Which is the most important, the most difficult, the most dangerous?
I shall tell you: but first of all let me outline for you the dizzying array of skills necessary.
You need, above all, a sense of calmness and trust. Without that you won't get anywhere. But you have to combine relaxation with a constant awareness of the considerable difficulties and dangers that surround you. You need to be able to sit in a way that fills the horse with confidence.
You need to master all the basic paces. Horse and rider both need to be relaxed at all of them, from halt to gallop. You need comfortable, instant lateral work, particularly off the right leg. You need calm, soft unfidgety hands. Your aim is to combine calmness and confidence with dynamic and forward-going movement at all paces.
You need your horse to cope with other horses, close by or at a distance. Your horse needs to be sociable when among strangers and friends yet happily independent when on his own. You need balance and control; but with a sense of freedom and adventure.
You need to trust your horse in extreme situations. You must allow your horse to be a wild animal and express himself with joy and abandon and yet you must be able to bring him back to civilisation with a touch, a shift in balance, a word.
But above all, you need to understand each other's fears; each other's limits, each other's strengths and weaknesses. You need to deal with situations that terrify a horse but hold no danger to him; you must deal with situations that terrify you, without imparting your terror to your horse. You must be able to deal with potentially life-threatening situations and to do so with great frequency. You must deal with them in a way that is completely calm and relaxed, as if it were the easiest thing in the world.
The reason you must bring out all these high skills in yourself and your horse is because everybody's life depends on them. But then you must get used to the fact that your painfully acquired skills are held in low esteem - even despised in some quarters.
The discipline I am talking about is hacking. Nothing is more dangerous - yet more pleasurable - to human and horse alike. If you can hack out safely, alone or in company, you are a real rider!
If you can deal with such things as school buses, Volvo drivers, pheasants flying up at your feet, a long, long canter track, boy racers, fluttering paper bags, gloriously inviting gallops, pigs, cows, overhanging trees, fields of lunatic horses and the most scarey thing of all, the wheelie bin that wasn't there yesterday, then you can count yourself a hacker. Or to put it another way, a very good rider indeed.
And yet, even if you are the master of all those things, your skills might be sneered at. So you apologise in advance - oh I just hack out. I'm just a happy hacker.
What? Only a master of the most testing and demanding and dangerous discipline in the horsey world, that's all. You have to defer to obsessive show jumpers, dressage queens of either relations and showing people who prefer polishing horses to riding them - all these people are too precious to take their horse out for a merry hack and who think they're better than you on that account.
Let's not be snobbish back, however. Every way of enjoying your horse that doesn't harm him is alright by me. So we won't ask what's so marvellous about going round and round in circles and why it is so superior to a great cantering blast up the hill, and we shan't point out that while a square halt is hard, it's far, far more difficult to get your horse to stand still while an articulated lorry goes past. Especially when it then stops and whistles its brakes at you.
So let's make this Hacker's Pride Month. Say it out loud; I hack and I'm proud! We won't be snooty about it though. We won't say, I know the real reason you won't hack out. It's not because you're Anky von Grunsven and Bonfire come again. It's because you are ever so slightly scared. And I'm not; so I hack.
No, we won't say it. We'll just think it very quietly when someone looks at you with condescension because you've been for a hack while they have spent an hour trying to establish a leg yield. I've got nothing against leg-yielding myself but I do have a great deal against snobbery.
No one will celebrate hackers for their skills of horsemanship, their mastery of fear, their overcoming of horsey temperament, so it is only right that we should do it for ourselves. Salute the hackers! Damn we're good.
And if you have any doubts on that score, just ask our horses!
I am fed up with the stigma attached to horse people who do not compete. I have been classically trained and use some natural horsemanship methods. My horses live out and yet their coats all shine - this shine comes from the feed and the care they receive and not from a spray bottle.
Regardless of the fact that I know my stuff and been into horses for nearly 20 years I have heard a particular local refer to me as a "Happy Hacker" and a "Novice". Yes I hack, there is nothing better than being free, exploring with your best friend, yes I school at home and no I do not compete - is that a crime? Does that make me any less of a horse person?
I know my horses are healthier and happier than a couple riding club horses I know locally, albeit my horses might get a bit muddy. In my opinion, I allow my horses to be a Horse - They live out (unless really bad weather) and yes they get dirty - in my book that is not neglect, its natural.
Does anyone else have the same feeling of being a second grade horse person just because you do not compete?
Anyway for all those knowledgeable horse people out there who feel you must apologise for not competing, I thought I would share the letter below.
I found this letter on a different website recently, it was written by a lady called Dawn;
TO ALL HAPPY HACKERS!!
What is the toughest riding discipline of them all? Which is the most important, the most difficult, the most dangerous?
I shall tell you: but first of all let me outline for you the dizzying array of skills necessary.
You need, above all, a sense of calmness and trust. Without that you won't get anywhere. But you have to combine relaxation with a constant awareness of the considerable difficulties and dangers that surround you. You need to be able to sit in a way that fills the horse with confidence.
You need to master all the basic paces. Horse and rider both need to be relaxed at all of them, from halt to gallop. You need comfortable, instant lateral work, particularly off the right leg. You need calm, soft unfidgety hands. Your aim is to combine calmness and confidence with dynamic and forward-going movement at all paces.
You need your horse to cope with other horses, close by or at a distance. Your horse needs to be sociable when among strangers and friends yet happily independent when on his own. You need balance and control; but with a sense of freedom and adventure.
You need to trust your horse in extreme situations. You must allow your horse to be a wild animal and express himself with joy and abandon and yet you must be able to bring him back to civilisation with a touch, a shift in balance, a word.
But above all, you need to understand each other's fears; each other's limits, each other's strengths and weaknesses. You need to deal with situations that terrify a horse but hold no danger to him; you must deal with situations that terrify you, without imparting your terror to your horse. You must be able to deal with potentially life-threatening situations and to do so with great frequency. You must deal with them in a way that is completely calm and relaxed, as if it were the easiest thing in the world.
The reason you must bring out all these high skills in yourself and your horse is because everybody's life depends on them. But then you must get used to the fact that your painfully acquired skills are held in low esteem - even despised in some quarters.
The discipline I am talking about is hacking. Nothing is more dangerous - yet more pleasurable - to human and horse alike. If you can hack out safely, alone or in company, you are a real rider!
If you can deal with such things as school buses, Volvo drivers, pheasants flying up at your feet, a long, long canter track, boy racers, fluttering paper bags, gloriously inviting gallops, pigs, cows, overhanging trees, fields of lunatic horses and the most scarey thing of all, the wheelie bin that wasn't there yesterday, then you can count yourself a hacker. Or to put it another way, a very good rider indeed.
And yet, even if you are the master of all those things, your skills might be sneered at. So you apologise in advance - oh I just hack out. I'm just a happy hacker.
What? Only a master of the most testing and demanding and dangerous discipline in the horsey world, that's all. You have to defer to obsessive show jumpers, dressage queens of either relations and showing people who prefer polishing horses to riding them - all these people are too precious to take their horse out for a merry hack and who think they're better than you on that account.
Let's not be snobbish back, however. Every way of enjoying your horse that doesn't harm him is alright by me. So we won't ask what's so marvellous about going round and round in circles and why it is so superior to a great cantering blast up the hill, and we shan't point out that while a square halt is hard, it's far, far more difficult to get your horse to stand still while an articulated lorry goes past. Especially when it then stops and whistles its brakes at you.
So let's make this Hacker's Pride Month. Say it out loud; I hack and I'm proud! We won't be snooty about it though. We won't say, I know the real reason you won't hack out. It's not because you're Anky von Grunsven and Bonfire come again. It's because you are ever so slightly scared. And I'm not; so I hack.
No, we won't say it. We'll just think it very quietly when someone looks at you with condescension because you've been for a hack while they have spent an hour trying to establish a leg yield. I've got nothing against leg-yielding myself but I do have a great deal against snobbery.
No one will celebrate hackers for their skills of horsemanship, their mastery of fear, their overcoming of horsey temperament, so it is only right that we should do it for ourselves. Salute the hackers! Damn we're good.
And if you have any doubts on that score, just ask our horses!
This was from people who competed most weekends to quiet high levels!!! We have access to acres of fields to gallop through and they didn't use them!! Madness to me who couldn't wait to get going!! Luckily now alot more do hack and we all enjoy the beautiful countryside but my YO'er always points new liveries in my direction as the one to take them out to learn the routes...wouldn't mind but my lad isn't the shining example of sane sensible hacker she thinks he is!! Lol! Half the time it's the people I'm supposed to be escorting who have to get my lad past a very scarey monster hiding in the bushes!!
