Floxie
Well-Known Member
... my tale of whoa...
Apologies if that was accidental, but that's very apt and funny
... my tale of whoa...
I was once told to solve a saddle slipping issue; to change the interchangeable gullet to one size bigger and then pad it out with a riser pad.... to me that just defeats the object! its makes the saddle wider... more likely to roll and then makes it narrower again so we have the same issue without having to change the gullet... needless to say i ignored said advice!
That my horse who has been slightly footy since literally weeks barefoot (I'm not a Taliban before anyone says a wordlong story but shoes have had to come off for now) needed and I quote 'love heart' shoes on.
Possibly drunk instructor ordering "whip him until he does it" (pass another pony) Amazingly at about 9 I said I don't think that's going to help. She then hit him without warning pretty hard behind with a lunge whip. He bolted at full tilt, around the arena, over the jumps, banging the boards, no kidding about 10 times. When I pulled him up, she came over to "show him who's boss" with the whip and he went up and boxed at her. Think he might have had a beating once or twice...
Happy ending: my father (watching, possibly not realising seriousness of incident, shouting keep your seat) asked afterwards what I thought of it. I said horse was great but I never want to go back to that riding school. He bought (I think a threat of legal action was involved with the offer) the horse. He never bolted again.
The worst horsey thing I've ever been told came from my mother.
"Your sister wants to have riding lessons. The best class for her is on Saturday afternooon when Dad's playing rugby. You're going to have to come along so you may as well give it a try. You don't have to carry on if you don't like it, you can just watch."
That moment will haunt me for the rest of my life![]()