I’m kind of a bad blogger and this will be a wordy post
with not enough photos, but I hope you read it anyway as it's kind of huge. Yesterday happened
so very, very quickly.
First, the days leading up to Congress were far more stressful than I anticipated. On the 25th (I've blogged since then but didn't mention it) I had a great reining lesson and then
I was careless about my feet and Huck smacked a hoof across the top of my left
foot while coming off of the trailer.
100% my fault. I thought I broke
it and that Congress was over. Luckily
it was not broken and only took until the 29th before I could try to
ride again. Then on Saturday October 7,
a mere day before move-in, my back self destructed (I have two old disk bulges
and weak SI joints) and I spent Sunday in lots of pain while my BF and friend
did all of the heavy lifting including bedding my stall, hauling everything
into the tack stall, lunging Huck – EVERYTHING.
I still didn’t know if I’d be able to show.
I admit that the pain and the fear that I wouldn't be able to show really clouded what should have been a fun, exciting celebratory time. I planned to take pictures of us moving in and really document everything. Instead I was too worried to do anything but try to get through it all.
Thankfully Sunday night my back adjusted itself a bit and
Monday I was able to go get it adjusted and by the evening I was riding, with a
little dose of pain meds. Huck was very
chill as we rode in a big arena with some pros I recognized.
I was intimidated, Huck did not seem to be.
Tuesday morning came very early. Our Senior Ranch Riding class started at 8am,
and we were draw 29 out of 83. My plan
was to get dressed and have Huck lunged and tacked up so I could go watch a few
runs, come back for him, and ride until our go.
I got to the arena (which is the furthest spot from our barn you can
imagine) only to realize the pattern was taking only about 45 seconds and they
were already on draw 5. I booked it back
to the barn, grabbed my chinks and my hat and my horse and headed out with my
friend. Halfway to the arena I looked
down and I was wearing purple tennis shoes.
F*&k. So I sent the horse
with my friend and ran back to change into my boots. I got to the arena, got on, and had only
about 8 rides before mine. So our warm
up time was quite short.
Also, before I went over to show, I discovered a facebook message from someone who was
at the show whose name I recognized because FAMOUS, and who was interested in
seeing Huck. So I knew they’d be
watching too. No pressure.
My friend and our equine Chiro were there with me at the in
gate while I tried to breathe and remember the pattern. There’s a moment when you ride alone into the
Coliseum and hear your name announced in the same voice that you’ve heard all
the top riders in the country announced, where it all feels like a weird dream
and you’re not sure how you got there or what you’re supposed to do. So I took a deep breath and smiled and
trotted right into the pattern.
Huck was as good as I could have ever expected him to
be. He listened and stayed with me and I
didn’t forget the pattern. We were not
as soft and finessed as we needed to be to place, but that’s understandable
when you’re competing against pros. There was a whole cheering section of my horse
friends so it felt really good to hear them whoop for my lead change and cheer when I finished my pattern.
I let Huck rest in the stall while I watched the rest of the
class and a few of the Junior horses go.
Then I went to get Huck ready for our Level 1 Amateur class.
I kept our schooling quiet and Huck seemed really soft and
responsive. The pattern didn’t go as well as the first, but I was really tired
by this point and the pattern was much harder for us - there was an extended lope through the middle of the arena. He didn't try to change leads, but he got amped up and I didn't have accurate steering so our straight lines weren't so much. I blanked for a second before one of the
poles, not remembering if that’s where I needed to come down to the walk. Huck felt my hesitation and offered the walk
before I could process it so that was a break of gait, which is guaranteed to
take you out of the placings. Oh
well. So I headed back to the barn, feeling
relieved it was OVER.
I walked him back through the warmup pen and dismounted. As I was headed back to the barn I ran into a judge/clinician friend of mine and we stopped
to chat for a minute about my run. The prospective
buyer came by and looked Huck over and said he’d try him later. !!!!!!
I put Huck away for the day and went back to watch my friend
get 6th place in the class.
He had an AWESOME run and he’s worked so hard to get there. Last year he was in the bottom 50% of scores
in the class and it was such a thrill to see how much he’s improved over the
year. He's doing the Freestyle Reining on Saturday, too.
After the last Amateur class was done, the prospective
buyers asked if I’d bring Huck over to the warmup pen. As I'm leading him over I hear their name over the loudspeaker getting 2nd, 3rd, and 4th places in the Amateur class...... I watched them both ride him and it was
surreal just seeing them RIDE my horse, let alone be interested in buying him.
Huck was very Huck during the ride and got a little uppity when she asked him
for a couple of lead changes in a row, but she didn’t bat an eye. I told them all about him and how I got him
and what we’ve been doing and about his maintenance. He made me an offer and I took it and burst
into tears. LOL.
Test ride... |
I was so relieved to know that he was going to people who
understood the kind of horse he is and can take him places I could only
dream. It’s not every day that a
multiple world and congress champion Mozaun McKibben wants YOUR horse. Yes, you read that correctly. You know, just the guy whose demo at Congress years ago introduced me to Ranch Riding, and who holds just a few world titles in the class. NBD.
Post test-ride, trying to make sure he had a ride back to Texas. |
I took Huck back to the stall and untacked him and cleaned
him up while Moz and Sarah put their horses away and tried figure out how they were
going to get Huck home to Texas.
They brought me a check and I signed over the papers. Moz put a rope halter on Huck, tied up the
lead and said, “Does he ride bareback?”
I said, “Uh, I’ve been on him bareback” and he jumped right up on him in
the barn aisle and rode him away… bareback in a rope halter. Huck didn’t even look concerned. The horse
that scares me just found people who GET him and aren’t afraid to use him in
the way he needs to be used. Hucks gonna go work for a living and I think he'll be all the better for it. And I can't help but feel kinda proud that my horse was good enough for the McKibbens. I'm not sure what their plans for him are, but I hope it goes well and that I get to see some of it happen.
Me, Sarah, Mozaun, and Huckleberry |
So. Congress is over
for us. We didn't place, but we had respectable runs. I believe Huck’s probably in his new home in Texas by now, stabled along with world champions.
There will be more posts about Congress coming, including a "congress first-timers advice to other first-timers".
I will eventually go read my scores to see where we ranked
in our classes, and I’ll probably get some fancy Shane Rux arena photos if
there are any decent ones.
What else do you want me to write about?
Happy Riding.
Moz and Huck, riding off bareback in a rope halter, like ya do. |