I wanted to say thanks to everyone for taking the time to comment on our awesome little "breezing" video yesterday. I've watched it probably no less than 50 times, mostly because I keep thinking I'll get some insight into what I was *thinking* during the process.
I had totally forgot about using a Pulley Rein. (it's been 15 years since the Pony was able to get away with taking off.. once I passed 5'8" I had the upper hand... and I haven't really had a true "bolt" since her). I hadn't forgotten about opening my rein (this worked well with P1 to help spin her out of bucking fits), but everyone's right - I certainly didn'topen (or lift) my reins at all. Mostly I was in clamp-and-hold mode, which clearly doesn't encourage any sort of deescalation. In fact there are points where you see Prairie start to slow and come back, and then I increase rein pressure thinking "yahoo, she's done!" only to freak her out and have her shoot off again.
The vast expanse or boltable-space....
I know for a fact that my mental mindset was somewhere between blind-panic and thoughtful-control. From the start I felt secure in the fact that I wasn't coming off nor was the mare wasn't going to intentionally pitch me off... but I didn't have enough clarity to really think through much other than staying in the middle of her.
My stirrups were long - another accurate observation. And while the massive knee blocks on the Prestige prevent me from hiking up my leg too much, they were up two holes for a first ride as a defense, but I cheekily dropped them for the second ride anticipating a calmer outing and the chance to ride my tests...
Maybe if I had shorter stirrups I would have felt less "flappy" and my brain would have worked slightly quicker, but the fact of the matter is that I stayed on, stayed (sorta) balanced, and really not much else.
I did feel that toward the end of our little jaunt, I started to have the wherewithal to consider my next move. P2 feels so damn unbalanced in those moments that I have a genuine concern for cornering her too hard or going too soon to a tight circle. I think I erred on the side of caution on Saturday, and perhaps a bit more aggressive "surfing" her down would be helpful (as would an open rein in the process).
The fact of the matter is on our Friday spook/bolt at home, we ended up careening into a corner of the ring and the mare managed to sit and balance just fine on her own, so I'm guessing the fear of her slipping out from under me is more my own crap, than her actual capability.
The good news is that having ridden through two recent bolt-spooks, I am feeling progressively more confident that I have a pretty good idea of what P2 is doing when she goes off. The first few times a new horse "does something" my brain instantly thinks "oh shit," assumes the worst and wonders what hellish roller coaster I'm about to go on. With P1 I figured out her pattern of bucks and (except for that last time) stayed on and got comfortable bringing her out of it. P2's scoot/spooks feel so much bigger that I keep anticipating more malice than she has in her but have learned how to correct her out of it. The Bolt thing is a slightly different beast, but twice now she's done it and twice it's been nothing more than a tour of the available space. No crashing through fences, no massive twisting bucks, no dirty stops... just a helter-skelter flight response that I haven't defused.
So, my hope is to internalize your thoughtful observations, think through my steering next time (assuming I don't catch it early enough again) and try for a faster recovery. Also, I think we'll be looking into a running martingale for field trips to help with the extreme drama llama-ing and see what happens...
This weekend was awesome. At first I thought I'd pack in a lesson (or two) in the name of not looking like total idiots at the upcoming (not-fancy-in-the-slightest) schooling show on June 10th. But S mentioned a group of people were planning to make a day trip to the Washington State Horse Park on Saturday, so I changed plans and decided that Miss Mare would love that just as much (and I would probably like it more).
So away we went. East over the mountains, to where the sunshine lives. We got a slightly late start, but we still pulled into the park by 11ish which left plenty of daylight to play with.
The Washington State Horse Park is a pretty amazing facility. It's been open for a couple years, but the development is ongoing. Right now it's got three big arenas (like 250'x250' big), with one stock pen and miles and miles and miles of trails. A cross country course (through Intermediate) is under construction and permanent barns, covered rings, a derby field and other goodies are all part of the master plan.
As it stands, it is a fabulous place to go hack where you can use any ring (and their jumps!) then head out on the trail for a nice cool down... the place is obscenely horse friendly, plenty of wash racks, grazing areas, water hoses by the portable stalls and multiple manure dump sites. Those sound like small things, but it makes it so much easier to "set up camp" when those basics are readily accessible. They also have lots of RV hookups for overnights and when we pulled in, the campground was dotted with folks making a weekend of a casual trip out with their ponies.
Prairie came off the trailer like a champ (no broken halters, no sweat, no trying to destroy her wraps..) and calmly walked around the grounds before I stuck her in a stall with snacks.
Our game plan for the day was as following:
1) tack up immediately and hack around the rings for a quick ride.
2) put horses away and go eat delicious Mexican food for lunch in town.
3) come back and ride again in the arena.
4) venture out on the trails?
5) pack up and get home before dinner.
I'm proud to say we accomplished everything except #5 (Oops, never on time with horses..) but that's ok since really #2, #1 and #4 were the most important items for the day. Mostly #2, but that's probably for a different blog.
The first ride was great. We had already walked over to check out our arena options and decided that the (mostly) fenced 250'x250' jumper ring was our best bet. The footing was packed pretty hard since it had poured rain and the park crew hadn't had a chance to drag it, but we figured for some light hacking it shouldn't be too much of an issue.
meandering over to the rings
Prairie (insisting that she could graze on the gravel) and her buddy Sterling
Prairie was a really good girl. She was 95% calm and very forward and confident... unless someone else spooked or looked at something, or if she thought they spooked or looked at something. If the other horses were confident- she was pretty good. Of course her companions were a (super cute) 4 year old hunter prospect and a 6
year old green welsh pony. Not exactly the courageous force
that you'd take into battle, but at least everyone had a brain (even if none of them were seasoned veterans).
We started by just circling the perimeter a few times at the walk, mostly on a long rein until we were reasonably sure that the horses had seen all the trees/bushes/logs from all necessary angles. Then we worked up into a trot together and eventually started splitting off and working on our own.
Not a crowded ring.. (sit UP)
(oh, I forgot to mention that Friday evening I had the biggest spook ever on P2 thus far. We were working in the far end of the arena (yay!) and spooked as we came across the diagonal coming home. BIG HUGE SPOOK. Complete with bucks. The bad news is that I'm pretty sure Prairie doesn't "spook," she "bolts." The good news is her bucks are nothing compared to P1 and very ride-able.
But still, even though I didn't feel like I was being unseated, I do NOT like the whole bolt thing going on)
Because of Friday's performance, I opted for a bit more "brake" and switched P2 back to the mullen mouth (she schooled all week in her KK D-ring), but honestly I can't even tell if it makes a difference. When she's good, she's obedient in both bits. When she's scared, she just runs through whatever is in her mouth and it doesn't seem to make much of a difference... But, aside from a few small scoots when another horse perked an ear, P2 kept her wits and we had a nice little WTC session in the big ring.
I do enjoy that P2 seems to be pretty chill in new places on the ground. She eats, drinks and dozes without much concern for why her human dragged her someplace new. She does get attached to her neighbors for support, but so far that seems like mostly productive socializing and not horrid herd-boundness.
We took a break for lunch (complete with mojitos) and gave the ponies about 90 minutes off between rides.
Our second ride was supposed to be more-work/less-play, but P2 was decidedly more looky the second time around. The really high point was when a rider came out of the woods (on the big, wide, easy to see trail) and P2 saw them. She saw them, and then trotted by. Then got nervous, then got panicked, and then BOLTED.
(god dammit).
No bucking, no malicious anything, but she is damn near impossible to stop. Having woken from his NPR induced nap, The Boy was actively taking pictures and managed to get the whole minute long ordeal on video. I'm glad that his instinct when I am on a runaway horse is to keep filming. Those instincts have to be good for something.. maybe guerrilla journalism? At first I was horrified that he filmed it, then embarrassed, and finally curious about what it looks like. So, much like the video of P tossing me into a wall, here's a clip of P2's bolt tendency. (for the record this is where a 250'x250' massive open arena does not help matters).
I really don't know what to do to reel her in any better. She spooks more when she feels off balanced which negates any attempt to really wrench her around in tight turns.... but she'll run for days if you let her... Currently my strategy is to "surf" her down. I try to get her to bring her head down, balance and come back to me. She's so big that it's impossible to muscle her anywhere.. believe me I've tried. Mostly I try to keep from creeping up her neck, and actually sit down, but it's really hard when she's going mach 3 around the ring... Anyone else ever had a bolter? any tips? I really never feel like I"m going to come off, but I also recognize that so far she's only bolted in a confined, safe space. The scary part is knowing that I lack any sort of tool to make her stop....
Enjoy:
After that little gem of a ride, S supported me as I walked P2 calmly around the arena at a walk and trot. P2 was fine, but I was a little rattled and it took me a few minutes to stop riding ridiculously defensively. But when I felt like I had her attention I decided to run through my two tests and see what happened.
Even without a measured court (or letters) when we had a "job" to do, our ride was better. the transitions were crappy which I blame on my defensive inside rein and not keeping the big girl balanced, but we got through both tests without any blowups or huge issues. I couldn't quite remember the tests and S had never called one before so I threw in a few extra circles while we figured it out, but I did get a video of our "first level" test in whatever form you would call it.
Take away from the video:
1) SIT UP (I'm very ready for a saddle that balances me on P2..)
2) shorten my reins
3) school 10m serpentine
4) canter transitions (up & down)
5) more jump in my canter
6) stronger half-halt before all lengthenings
Things that are better than I thought:
1) our bend/straightness
2) contact is staying a bit more even
3) canter lengthening isn't as explosive as I feared
It was oddly difficult to balance without the mental crutch of a fence or letters. I kept forgetting what my mental markers were for the arena boundaries and that made it oddly hard to set the mare up for circles/turns/etc. But we are on track. I don't think that we'll get crazy fantastic scores this weekend, but I'm pretty sure we have a good shot of completing both tests without being dismissed by the judge. So that's great. That's what we're aiming for. A calm, accurate test would just be icing on the cake.
After I finished the tests we rode out onto one of the trails, but my fear of a bolt (with no containing arena walls) on the trail combined with the rocky terrain and Prairie's bare feet meant that I opted to hand walk her instead of staying in the tack. It was a gorgeous day, the flowers were all blooming and all three horses were curious, forward and wonderful.
Prairie enjoyed the trail.
this is her "coyotes are running at us response." It's good to know she only bolts at stupid things, and not at actual predators.... argh.
All in all, a super fantastic outing. We escaped the rain, rode both tests, had a great lunch, enjoyed the trails and came home happy and sound. That is not a bad Saturday.
Pia deserves a longer post. But Thursday I had a great day watching her out on the trails. Her gait work is really progressing and she was even brave in the face of llamas.
Tomorrow P2 has a field trip to a horsey park, so it's adventures all around!
But Pia really is the cutest ever... Details to come!
Wednesday morning I popped out to the barn for a quick lesson with S, since she hadn't overseen a ride in about a week.
Once again she demanded that I drop my stirrups (damn you!) and work on staying tall and keeping my leg under me (why my inside leg wants to go halfway to Prairie's flank, I don't know). P2 was not thrilled with me wobbling about on her back, and in fact I think my terrible equitation inspired a bit of a spook, though I'm happy to say that it was well managed and I told myself she was just reacting to the stirrups crossed over my saddle and not to my wobbly body.
I don't think it was an example of our finest work, but Prairie stayed light and mostly soft and I didn't fall off.
(close enough to a win for me.)
After I was given my stirrups back S set a "simple" line of canter poles (read: two poles) down the long side on the quarter line. We've been working P2 off the rail to help with straightness and making me manage her body without relying on the arena fence. I think it's a good thing.
The poles were set 7 strides apart, which made me think that this was going to be an easy, simple exercise for the mare.
Not so.
Not even remotely so.
We started on the left lead, at the scary end of the arena where Prairie was mostly focusing on me (and not on jump standards cougars in the corner). Because I'm a chicken and rarely canter my horse all the way down the longside in the big outdoor, I asked politely if we could start by cantering the first pole on a circle. This sounded even easier than cantering down the line, but still - not so.
Prairie was good, but as soon as she saw the pole everything went to crap. Head popped up, shoulders fell out, she pulled down onto her forehand, etc.
daaaaammmmmnnnnn
Once we cleared the pole I'd sit up (I think) half halt, and the mare would balance nicely...
Little, lovely canter... little lovely canter... little lovely canter... POLE!!!!!
So, we spent 10 minutes getting me straight and sitting on my outside seatbone, balancing the mare, and trying to pretend like there wasn't a pole on the ground (there is no spoon?). Once we mastered the (one) pole on the (nice) circle, we went for the "simple line."
Little, lovely canter... little lovely canter... little lovely canter...pole? got it.. no big deal. Little, lovely canter... little lovely canter...OMG ARE WE GOING STRAIGHT!!?!?
daaaaaammmmmnnnn (For the record the mare did the line in 4 strides, after 1.5 normal strides if that gives you an idea of how nicely she can "extend.")
So we repeated the cycle, I tried really hard to sit UP and not get pulled out of the tack, and we aimed to get 5 nice strides in the line. Eventually we got it and Prairie was so balanced and light about it that I could have done it on the buckle.
But then we changed directions and the jump standards cougars in the corner looked even more terrifying and hungry when we were going to the right.
Back to the trot... which, since the arena was freshly dragged showed our supper awesome 4 loop serpentine as we wiggled our way down the line closer to the jump standards cougars in the corner... At this point I had been on for about 40 minutes and between Prairie getting a bit tired (lots of cantering) and also losing focus, she was getting really heavy and really dull to my legs. I was totally feeding into it and even though S was reminding me to "release my half halts" I'm pretty sure I was trying to muscle the mare around with nothing but my ring fingers and biceps (ouch).
Because of the jump standards cougars in the corner, we ended up schooling the "simple" line at the trot for another 10ish minutes before I felt like I had anything resembling a focused horse and a shot in hell of making it through at a canter without bolting off into the woods.
But we did it. The first few times through were... sad. But slowly P2 got more relaxed, slower and stayed a bit balanced. I won't fail to mention that this transformation seemed to coincide with me stepping into my outside stirrup, staying tall, oh and reeeeleeeaasssssing my half halts.
I am proud to say that while my outside rein really did almost rip my fingers off a few times, I did a spectacular job of not cheating and grabbing at my inside rein. Even when we were galloping off slightly uncontrolled.
So, to sum up:
I need to sit up. I need to stay to the outside. "Lengthening" our stride in the canter for First level shouldn't be an issue (but returning to a working canter might be..) and nobody got eaten or even attacked by the jump standards cougars in the corner.
