Let’s Discuss: The Equestrian Profession

Growing up, my mother forbade me from seeking a career out of buying and selling or riding horses. Learn from her mistakes, she said, as even though she had a rather successful breeding program, it’s no secret that it’s hard to make money on horses.

But not being able to get it out of my system, I still pursued a degree in Animal Science when I went to college. My intent was to focus on breeding, but from a different angle- I wanted to specialize in reproductive services: a focused practice centered around embryo transplants, artificial insemination, and other modern approaches to equine breeding programs.

Other risks to buying and selling horses- watching your mother almost get stomped to death by excited youngsters

Risks to buying and selling horses: watching your mother almost get stomped to death by excited youngsters

While I was well acquainted with the back end of a horse by the time I went to school (helping my mother tease mares and observe sperm motility through my elementary microscope kit from an early age), what I wasn’t prepared for were the labs. After a year of scaring the pants off of my Animal Science professor by turning sheet white every time an organ got squished and probed in front of me, I decided to pursue design school.

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Life growing up on a farm: The brother hanging out with an OTTB

Some days it’s disappointing to not be involved with horses on a daily basis. Other days, like in the scorching heat of summer or a particularly nasty winter, I am incredibly thankful for the seemingly cushy life of a desk job.

If you were to pick any equestrian job, what would you choose? What would the pros and cons be of that field? If you are now in an equine-related profession, what is it about your job do you love most? What are the downfalls?

Adventures in Horse Shopping: It Takes A Village

When you have a full time job, squeezing in the seemingly-necessary and tedious hours of scouring the web can be difficult. Finding the days to travel to see good candidates is even more difficult. So a lot of what I have come to depend on in my horse hunting is a village of people.

Many of these folks make up my closest friends, and send me appropriate horses, and sometimes wildly inappropriate horses (though adorable- but Fjords generally aren’t seen clearing 3’6″ jumping tracks) that they’ve noticed during their social media wanderings. Others are sweet bloggers, people I have met through sometimes random real-life events, or folks I have connected with along the horse-shopping journey.

This weekend's potential pone.

This weekend’s potential pone.

One of the things I am attempting to reign in is the number of hours I spend traveling to see horses. My reasons are thus- family in the hospital and needing to save those funds spent on plane tickets to go towards the creature itself. I’ve already logged over 10 hours in a car to see two horses in the last week, and next weekend am making a big trip to Aiken, to see 3 good candidates and recoup some of the travel costs with portrait sessions (and bonus- get to meet Beka as well!).

Last year’s KY horse-shopping trip:

Hillary has kindly offered to peak in at a couple horses for me in Lexington, KY, soon, and it got me thinking… What other bloggers out there might be willing to lend their eyes, ears, and bums to see a solid candidate in their area? Because… I don’t know, what’s more fun than horse shopping without the expensive repercussions? Occasionally I see horses in Florida, or Texas, Maryland or New York and wonder… is it worth the trip? Do I really need to take 2 days away from house and home to go see what could easily be a dud?

Realizing that most other bloggers have full time commitments, families, and you know, their own horses to take care of, I wouldn’t want anyone to go out of their way to inconvenience themselves unless it sounded like a fun idea. But if you are into the idea of my obnoxiously crowd sourcing your talent (and video camera) in search of the perfect horse, well, let me know!

 

Photography Friday: I Bella and Cambalda

Well, I did tell you guys I was going to hit the photography game hard this year, and so far I have made good on that promise! One of the exciting shoots I did to kick the year off was this rather impromptu mini-session done in the warmup arena at Wellington. Cambalda, or Ping as he goes by in the barns, needs to introduction to the eventing crowd. He’s been on the circuit at the top levels of the discipline for many years now, culminating in being named alternate to the Pan American games team.

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I Bella is a little newer to the eventing scene but no less talented. She finished 12th in the Eventing Showcase and looks to be an up and coming star for the future and one to watch. And while I understand that she is an absolute fireball under saddle, she is potentially one of the quietest, sweetest horses I have ever met- I mean honestly, how many Advanced level horses do you know that will stand like a statue in the middle of a showgrounds without a lead rope???web-ibella-cambalda-5

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I really must thank Erin, Jennie’s groom, and Jennie herself for allowing me the pleasure of photographing these truly special horses. It was an honor and one photography session that will stand out for me for the rest of my life!

Next Steps

Thank you all for your supportive words yesterday. I received word that Smitty arrived at his new home and settled in quietly, happily munching hay and being a good boy in turnout this morning.

Photo by Studio in the Stable

Photo by Studio in the Stable

A lot of people have asked me if I’m going to start looking for another horse immediately, and I must have overdosed on my crazy pills last week but the answer is absolutely yes.

Despite how exhausting the last round of searching was, it still doesn’t change the fact that I want to ride- really I need to ride, if my sanity has any hope of staying intact. You know, one of those classic #firstworldproblem scenarios.

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Since making the decision to sell Smitty, I have started looking at horses. I sat on something last weekend, and I have another lined up for this weekend. I’m also planning trips to both Aiken and Virginia to see several horses at a time.

Here we go again.

The End of the Smitty Journey

I have been keeping a secret from you, and I apologize. And that secret is that despite all my best intentions, Smitty and I were not working out.

I moved him to a quieter barn just a couple days after Christmas, hoping that the change would be what we needed to further our partnership. And on the ground, things were better. But I had learned a bit of a distrust in him after he developed a spookiness that I now realize are a symptom of his ulcerated stomach. I involved professional help, teaching me how to best work with him from a groundwork perspective as well as training him under saddle. But about a month ago, I suspected that I might not be truly confident enough to get in the saddle myself. Full training was of course an option, and one that probably would be a great solution, but not one I am financially capable of pursuing at this time.

So I made the decision to send his information to respected professionals both local and up and down the east coast. And not even two weeks later, I had someone interested to buy him. A well respected professional eventer with an outstanding young horse program. We chatted at length, and she was fully empathetic to my situation as an amateur finding myself between a rock and a hard place. A PPE was done, and this morning, just like that, Smitty loaded on a trailer bound for a new home.

My reasons for keeping the situation quiet are manifold, but mostly, because I wanted some privacy while I determined the best scenario for both Smitty and myself, without the pain of answering questions or having to explain myself. Not even my father, or the other boarders at our barn were aware that I decided to sell Smitty, though now of course the news is out and his stall is empty.

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I am definitely sad about it, and for sure self-medicated with much vino to dry my tears last night. But I feel confident that Smitty will benefit from the tutelage he will receive, and become the amateur-friendly mount that I know is in there. And for myself, I hope to find the horse that is right for me, to go have fun on and get back in the saddle. Here’s hoping he finds me sooner rather than later.

Let’s Discuss: In the blood or in the water

My mind is on journeys this week, and as such, I think it’s just as interesting to celebrate the rider’s journey into equestrian sport as it is the horse that brought them there.

As I’ve mentioned before on the blog, I come by the horse-bug pretty naturally. My mother was an equestrian in her own right from her early days in England, and horses were a large part of my childhood right from the beginning.

First ride @ 18 mo.

First ride @ 18 mo.

I was plunked on a horse named Ghost at 18th months old, and the obsession was basically instantaneous.

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Lessons started at 4 years old, and showing began not much later- first in lead line classes, then in open show walk-trot type classes, where I remember being the smallest competitor by many years. The face of how riding since then has changed in leaps and bounds- from foxhunting to parades, training young draft horses to learning eventing, and eventually becoming an avid eventer and dressage enthusiast. Though I’ve taken a couple breaks from showing over the course of my lifetime, I don’t think I have ever given up on horses, or riding, at least not without kicking and screaming.

And the obsession looks to continue for a long time to come.

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How did you come by horses? Was it a family thing? How were you first introduced to the sport, and how has your participation in equestrianism changed throughout your life?

Wine Snob Wednesday: The Ocala Edition

As if we didn’t do enough drinking in Wellington, we kept the party going once we got back to Ocala. Amongst the stunning oaks and the lacquered walls of a truly beautiful barn, we tried out three more Equine-themed wines.

Please enjoy a particularly antic-filled edition of WSW, and in particular be sure to watch an eventer’s attempt to open a wine bottle sans wine key at the 4:22 mark.

Two Years

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A friend sent me this over the weekend. It’s hard to believe it’s been two years since Foster and I’s last outing, a clinic where we aimed to get around our first Training level showjumping course.

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While it wasn’t without its blips, I’m still pretty effing proud of having at least done this with Fosterpants, despite nearly peeing my pants in the process. (Two one-stride combinations, max height/width fences, and a horse without a motor- I shudder to think of it still!)

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This was also the one of the few clinics I did with Foster, and I think I learned more from it than any other clinic I’ve done before- those lessons still stick with me today.

Because this makes me happy, I will reuse it for eternity

Because this makes me happy, I will reuse it for eternity

Part of me is also a little sad that the only “competition” I’ve done between now and then is the little GaG CT I did with Smitty back in October. Of course when it comes to horses there is no such thing as plans written in ink, but somehow I imagined having done just a bit more over the last 24 months. How on earth have I kept this blog going otherwise?

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Still, one day I hope to get back there, jumping all the things, even if I have to convince myself not to be a total weenie in the process.

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It’s all about the journey, right?

A time when I had bigger balls. Kind of. Actually I remember being terrified walking that course.

Let’s Discuss: Half Chaps or Tall Boots?

When it comes to leather goods, there are plenty of options when it comes to leg protection. Half chaps and paddock boots, full chaps, cowboy boots, tall boots, and recently, Dubarrys.

When I was a kid I had a pair of full chaps that quite frankly, never felt right to wear for more than 5 minutes. In college, I really preferred the convenience of just pulling on my tall boots, zipping them up and heading out the door.

Super awkward photo complete with dirty horse and clunky tall boots

Super awkward photo complete with dirty horse and clunky tall boots

Then when my tall boots finally died, I decided to replace them with more cost-efficient half chaps. With Foster utilizing my right leg more than anything, I would burn through these guys pretty quickly. My [new] tall boots would be reserved for shows and lessons, anything formal.

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Sept. 2013

I know a lot of folks that ride in their Dubarry type boots, and for me I don’t feel secure enough in them to give it a whirl. But who knows, if someone ever gets me drunk enough convinces me to go on a casual trail ride, perhaps I would sport something like them.

Mum in hunt tack and cowboy boots for the win

Mum in hunt tack and cowboy boots for the win

What type of footwear do you prefer to ride in? What exceptions do you make based on lessons, shows, or other events?

The Rotational Fall at the Eventing Showcase

They say that money is the root of all evil. But in equestrian sport, money is essential to funding the endless supply of bills that go hand-in-hand with horses- vet bills, shipping, show fees, and of course the everyday costs of simply owning a horse.

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So in theory, something like the Wellington Eventing Showcase provides a rare opportunity to put our sport in front of an audience that is well known to shell out dollars for equestrianism. It’s been discussed many a time how we need to be able to educate future fans, inspire potential patrons, and draw new upper-level owners to eventing, and the showcase’s intention seems to be just that.

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But there are some differences between the polish and ponce of the Wellington event and your typical event. Instead of thousands of people lining the gallop lanes at Rolex, instead there was a sparsely populated hillock lining one of the sides of the derby field. And there were other differences, too. What I want to discuss today is the falls and near-falls of the cross country field.

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Watching the cross country, it was clear that the bogey fences were not the gimmicky, entertaining obstacles like the tent jump, or the fence at the top of the Land Rover embankment. Instead it was a massive corner coming out of the water combination, a skinny at the base of a hill, and a pair of brush fences that could either be angled or, being numbered separately, could include a circle in between to allow for a straight approach to the second element. There were some run outs, to be expected for a course of this level, and that was okay.

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What was strange to me was the difference in the way the couple falls were treated after the fact. I include the above fall sequence only as a result of both horse and rider walking away fine. The miraculous recovery of Woodge Fulton garnered the cheering and applause of a typical eventing audience. But the rotational fall of Marilyn Little and RF Demeter has been oddly swept under the rug from a media standpoint.

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The pair jumped beautifully over the cabin in front of us, out and over the water combination with the corner, and then proceeded to the angled brushes like a bat out of hell- I mean this lady was hell-bent for leather on making time, and was easily moving faster than anyone else was at that stage on course. I cannot say for sure what happened at that next combination, as it was at the opposite end of the course from me, but there was no denying seeing 4 legs in the air and a definite rotational fall. Luckily Demeter trotted away, and an ambulance came over for Marilyn, who we could see was having trouble sitting up. In the end she opted for a ride on a golf cart rather than the ambulance, all the while the announcer attempted to assure the spectators that all was well between awkward pauses.

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Trying to understand exactly what happened, my friends and I scoured the internet looking for some mention of the fall. And, nothing. The impression to us was that the fall was a stain on the showcase, and so nary to be mentioned, nor discussed, in public. The only mention I’ve seen so far of the fall has been in this article by the COTH.

There is no explanation of what happened, no mentioning that the horse went ass over teacups and landed on its human rider, who fortunately seems unscathed by the accident. Just a casual shout-out to sponsors, a week off in a paddock, and a lamentation of not being able to run the other horse.

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While I am not trying to point fingers, I must admit that for me, the whole situation leaves me wanting. Wanting to be able to understand why something as scary and dangerous to both horse and human life as a rotational fall happened at a showcase event, with one of our top riders. Wanting to be able to learn from the scenario so that the sport is made a safer discipline for future generations. And wanting to be left feeling like the showcase really is a great way to bring in the support that the sport so desperately needs.