Good things happened on Friday the 13th
April 16th 2007 03:21
First of all.
WHHHOOOOHOOOO!!!!!!
I mentioned on fun facts that fri the 13th is usually a lucky day for me. I said I hoped that good things happened. Then, I decided to break Shakir in. Stupid really, I mean, hes wild as the bloody hills, Teshan crazy horse times 100. But still, yeah, even though hes only had minimal handling, I thought what the hell?
Really, I must have a death wish. I broke EVERY SINGLE GOLDEN RULE. I was in sneakers - shoes with no heel. I was alone - no helpers. I was with a green unbroken very unpredictable horse. I must be nuts!
I took down the heavy (stock) saddle. I have 3 - a synthetic wintec dressage saddle I use for training because its light as a feather, a leather wintec all purpose that I bought second hand and still cost me a pile, that ones still in my office - its only been on a horse once. And the stock saddle. The RIDING saddle. Its leather, its got a deep seat, its HEAVY and best of all - its moulded to my bum. No one but me has ever sat in it, and I sat in it every day for about 6 years.
So, on goes the heavy saddle. Shakir refuses to put a bit in his mouth even though all the other horses have been successfully bridle broken. Does he have a sore mouth? Did he have one a year ago and still thinks its sore? He has no sharp edges on his teeth, he eats his food fine - maybe he's just difficult. He is his mothers son. Of all three foals he is absolutely and completely his mother all over again. And to think - I wanted to breed Teshan so she would live on. What was I thinking?
We compromise with a pair of short reins on the headstall. This is left, this is right, this is stop, got it? Yeah, he says, but why? You'll see. So we lunge a bit. Shakir hates lunging. Why I gotta go in circles for? Just buck if youre gonna buck man, ok? He says, well, why would I? Oh, buddy, dont ask THAT question!
I feel confident. We go to the small yard. Far from all the star pickets and other leathal appendages. Lets start slow shall we? I'll just put my foot in the stirrup.
OMIGOD! WTF ARE YOU DOING!?? Shakir throws himself all over the place. BY EQUISS!! I didnt know you humans could bend your legs like that!
Enter now me standing crane style in the paddock for about an hour while Shakir sniffs my foot in complete amazement. Oh, why, Oh why, do we have to have a property with neighbors? Worse, on an open plain where THEY CAN ALL SEE ME???
So we circle each other for a while. Eventually, I get my foot in the stirrup. The bastards not even broken in yet he can blow out his belly - the saddle swings down when my weight touches it, freaking us both out. Tighten girth - try again.
Im nuts Im nuts Im completely nuts god am I trying to kill myself?
I eventually work up to a point where he will allow me to put my weight in the stirrup. For a young horse with minimal handling, I think thats awesome. Ok, enough for today.
Im packing up when Magnus charges up. We're not on speaking terms. Im trying to ignore him. I wanta play - what were yous doing? Ive never played that before, play it with me me me ME!!!
Since Im not happy with him, and he hates the heavy saddle, I say FINE, lets do it!
It was never my intention to try to get on.
Eventually I have Mags tacked up, bridled. Not looking at all like himself, with a headstall on under the bridle, lead rope secured around his neck, and the heavy stock sadlle on. We do some lunging. Mags doesnt mind lunging and is being a complete angel. I come up beside him after hes worked both sides. He nuzzles and nudges me. "Show me that game - the game you played with Shakir. Show me" Nudges me toward stirrup.
Ok.
I should mention, Shakir is short. He barely reaches 14.3hh, and his heads about level with mine. Magnus is 16hh super grain fed MASS of horse.
Put foot in stirrup. No reaction. You may have a treat. Crunch, crunch, yummy, whats the fuss? Put weight in stirrup. Whats the big deal then?
Ok, Ok ,ok...Shit.
Spring....Ever so lightly. Lay over his back. Hes taking my weight - hes really doing it. Stroking his super soft sides, "Good boy, good boy....You are such a good boy. Have another treat"
Crunch crunch. I like this game.
Go to swing my leg over. Mags looks alarmed - WTF was that? Something sneaking up on me?
No baby, its cool, its cool. Stroke his super silky sides some more. Amazing how thats the most important thing at this moment - his super smooth, ultra silky coat. He was born with it - its freaky.
Dont do it dont do it dont do it - hes done so well - hes only young - this is such an awesome step - your all alone, if he bolts, if he bucks, you dont even have your phone to call an ambulance - no helmet - flat shoes, you could be dragged - dont do it - dont do it, hes done so very well to get this far -
AH FUCK IT!!
Lightly swing my leg over. It comes to rest with a feather light touch on his other side. Stroke his neck. So silky. You may have a treat.
Crunch crunch. Im so bored. Why are we just standing here? Just what exactly is the big deal about all this?
OMIGOD. OMIFUCKINGGOD IM SITTING ON HIM! IM SITTING ON MAGNUSS!!!!!
Ever so lightly swing down.......
Jumping up and down, screaming at the top of my lungs! Fizzy, fizzy excitement! For feeling like this, where are the marching bands? The people clapping you on the back, cracking open the champagne and handing you a Winfield Blue?
Rip the tack off right there in the paddock. Sneak Mags in the back way to the stable for handfuls of treats and an extra feed - screaming the whole time(tried but just couldnt find my volume switch) GOOD BOY YOU GOOD BOY YOU ARE SUCH A GOOD BOY!!!!!
Mags, happily accepting treats and feeds but saying..."Um...What?" Utter confusion in those big brown eyes - I can hear him thinking - I just stood there. All I did was stand there. I just dont get it.
He repeated performance on saturday morning. Today we might try something else. Still ultra confused about it all. What a boy.
He continues to bolt out stable doors and visit his Big Brother - but if he lets me ride him I'll forgive him ANYTHING....
The FIRST time I sat on an unbroken horse. The FIRST time I sat on a horse that I bred. The FIRST person on his back! The FIRST time I was the FIRST on a horses back!
What a horse you are Magnus.
WHHHOOOOHOOOO!!!!!!
I mentioned on fun facts that fri the 13th is usually a lucky day for me. I said I hoped that good things happened. Then, I decided to break Shakir in. Stupid really, I mean, hes wild as the bloody hills, Teshan crazy horse times 100. But still, yeah, even though hes only had minimal handling, I thought what the hell?
Really, I must have a death wish. I broke EVERY SINGLE GOLDEN RULE. I was in sneakers - shoes with no heel. I was alone - no helpers. I was with a green unbroken very unpredictable horse. I must be nuts!
I took down the heavy (stock) saddle. I have 3 - a synthetic wintec dressage saddle I use for training because its light as a feather, a leather wintec all purpose that I bought second hand and still cost me a pile, that ones still in my office - its only been on a horse once. And the stock saddle. The RIDING saddle. Its leather, its got a deep seat, its HEAVY and best of all - its moulded to my bum. No one but me has ever sat in it, and I sat in it every day for about 6 years.
So, on goes the heavy saddle. Shakir refuses to put a bit in his mouth even though all the other horses have been successfully bridle broken. Does he have a sore mouth? Did he have one a year ago and still thinks its sore? He has no sharp edges on his teeth, he eats his food fine - maybe he's just difficult. He is his mothers son. Of all three foals he is absolutely and completely his mother all over again. And to think - I wanted to breed Teshan so she would live on. What was I thinking?
We compromise with a pair of short reins on the headstall. This is left, this is right, this is stop, got it? Yeah, he says, but why? You'll see. So we lunge a bit. Shakir hates lunging. Why I gotta go in circles for? Just buck if youre gonna buck man, ok? He says, well, why would I? Oh, buddy, dont ask THAT question!
I feel confident. We go to the small yard. Far from all the star pickets and other leathal appendages. Lets start slow shall we? I'll just put my foot in the stirrup.
OMIGOD! WTF ARE YOU DOING!?? Shakir throws himself all over the place. BY EQUISS!! I didnt know you humans could bend your legs like that!
Enter now me standing crane style in the paddock for about an hour while Shakir sniffs my foot in complete amazement. Oh, why, Oh why, do we have to have a property with neighbors? Worse, on an open plain where THEY CAN ALL SEE ME???
So we circle each other for a while. Eventually, I get my foot in the stirrup. The bastards not even broken in yet he can blow out his belly - the saddle swings down when my weight touches it, freaking us both out. Tighten girth - try again.
Im nuts Im nuts Im completely nuts god am I trying to kill myself?
I eventually work up to a point where he will allow me to put my weight in the stirrup. For a young horse with minimal handling, I think thats awesome. Ok, enough for today.
Im packing up when Magnus charges up. We're not on speaking terms. Im trying to ignore him. I wanta play - what were yous doing? Ive never played that before, play it with me me me ME!!!
Since Im not happy with him, and he hates the heavy saddle, I say FINE, lets do it!
It was never my intention to try to get on.
Eventually I have Mags tacked up, bridled. Not looking at all like himself, with a headstall on under the bridle, lead rope secured around his neck, and the heavy stock sadlle on. We do some lunging. Mags doesnt mind lunging and is being a complete angel. I come up beside him after hes worked both sides. He nuzzles and nudges me. "Show me that game - the game you played with Shakir. Show me" Nudges me toward stirrup.
Ok.
I should mention, Shakir is short. He barely reaches 14.3hh, and his heads about level with mine. Magnus is 16hh super grain fed MASS of horse.
Put foot in stirrup. No reaction. You may have a treat. Crunch, crunch, yummy, whats the fuss? Put weight in stirrup. Whats the big deal then?
Ok, Ok ,ok...Shit.
Spring....Ever so lightly. Lay over his back. Hes taking my weight - hes really doing it. Stroking his super soft sides, "Good boy, good boy....You are such a good boy. Have another treat"
Crunch crunch. I like this game.
Go to swing my leg over. Mags looks alarmed - WTF was that? Something sneaking up on me?
No baby, its cool, its cool. Stroke his super silky sides some more. Amazing how thats the most important thing at this moment - his super smooth, ultra silky coat. He was born with it - its freaky.
Dont do it dont do it dont do it - hes done so well - hes only young - this is such an awesome step - your all alone, if he bolts, if he bucks, you dont even have your phone to call an ambulance - no helmet - flat shoes, you could be dragged - dont do it - dont do it, hes done so very well to get this far -
AH FUCK IT!!
Lightly swing my leg over. It comes to rest with a feather light touch on his other side. Stroke his neck. So silky. You may have a treat.
Crunch crunch. Im so bored. Why are we just standing here? Just what exactly is the big deal about all this?
OMIGOD. OMIFUCKINGGOD IM SITTING ON HIM! IM SITTING ON MAGNUSS!!!!!
Ever so lightly swing down.......
Jumping up and down, screaming at the top of my lungs! Fizzy, fizzy excitement! For feeling like this, where are the marching bands? The people clapping you on the back, cracking open the champagne and handing you a Winfield Blue?
Rip the tack off right there in the paddock. Sneak Mags in the back way to the stable for handfuls of treats and an extra feed - screaming the whole time(tried but just couldnt find my volume switch) GOOD BOY YOU GOOD BOY YOU ARE SUCH A GOOD BOY!!!!!
Mags, happily accepting treats and feeds but saying..."Um...What?" Utter confusion in those big brown eyes - I can hear him thinking - I just stood there. All I did was stand there. I just dont get it.
He repeated performance on saturday morning. Today we might try something else. Still ultra confused about it all. What a boy.
He continues to bolt out stable doors and visit his Big Brother - but if he lets me ride him I'll forgive him ANYTHING....
The FIRST time I sat on an unbroken horse. The FIRST time I sat on a horse that I bred. The FIRST person on his back! The FIRST time I was the FIRST on a horses back!
What a horse you are Magnus.
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Comment by Wendi
Half of me wants to scold you... what were you thinking?? The other half (okay, more than half) wants to give you a high five and a great big hug.
I can feel the excitement through and through.
Congratulations, Kleo...
Comment by Kleonaptra
Kalikapsychosis
And like I said, if I wanted a 'helper' Id be waiting a bloody long time!
Comment by Kleonaptra
Kalikapsychosis
Not much, as usual, except
Im riding again!
Next time I'll put my phone in my pocket so if I end up a broken heap I can at least call for help...
Ive rediscovered my nerve and my youth.
Comment by Wendi
I have so much respect for how you are with your animal companions... and I absolutely love the way you brought out their personalities in this post.
Looks like your horses weren't the only ones getting treats... I was chompin this down with a smile.
Comment by katyzzz
Photography Tips
MS Paint Art
katyzzz
Comment by Kleonaptra
Kalikapsychosis
I'll have to give you the (secret) treat receipe, Im sure Stinkerbelle would love to make them...No horse can resist them!
And yep - want something done, do it yourself (though not today, wasted all day on bloody emotional posts that I should never have posted)
Katyzzz,
Magnus is pretty perfect....But youve never met his daddy
Comment by KylieW
Celebrity Obsession
How bloody exciting!!! And somewhat dangerous, but we'll skip over that part.
I can't even imagine what it must feel like to be the first person to sit on a particular horse! But I can imagine it feels pretty fucking good!
I love horses. For my sisters 10th birthday our parents bought her a horse.....though it ended up that she mostly liked patting and feeding the horse, while I discovered how much I loved riding her. Such amazing creatures.
Kylie
Comment by Kleonaptra
Kalikapsychosis
Its the danger that makes it so exciting!
Comment by Mrs M
Mum's Word
I did go back and read it a second time.
Woohoo!!
Love & stuff
Mrs M
Comment by Kleonaptra
Kalikapsychosis
Comment by Ash
Flashes of memories
CONGRATS!!!! You will need to hook up your net to a webcam and we can all sit and watch and be your cheering squad *grin*
ash
Comment by Kleonaptra
Kalikapsychosis