Rain led the field (not exactly calmly, snorting and blowing, but willing) past the terrifying downed cow (in the yard of a house, getting looked after poor thing), after our field master’s horse threw a conniption fit over it.
No Confidence EQ (or other drugs) and No bucking, but we stuck to third field which had some very timid ladies who didn’t want to canter at all, which meant very little cantering (he’s little and can canter like a Western Pleasure horse, so some of the trots tend to be canters for him).
Second field next week I think… hoping I’ll be comfortable up in first by the end of the Spring Season.
If he’s an ass, one of our hunt’s ballsiest riders is willing to ride him for me and get after him but kick on.
I’m amazed by how in tune to the hounds he is. He’ll start to drift away from the field and I’ll be correcting him and then I notice the hounds have gone that way, and he’s trying to follow them, rather than the field. And hilltopping like we were, if we get a good vantage point he looks so intently at them working!
a pic?
My little ragamuffin. (I swear he was clean, as clean as he gets without a couple baths - its been too cold and he lives outside and is a total pig!)