Nor do most of them do the Haute Ecole movements that came in so handy for their riders in battles!
Levade! Ka-pow! Ka-pow!
Incoming courbette! Chop-chop-chop.
Look out! It’s THE CAPRIOLE! Zinga-zing-OUCH!
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Interrupting your regularly scheduled programming to mention I still have my old PDN that I bought in ohhhhhhhh1984. I haven’t sold it because I didn’t think anyone would want it. Still in pretty decent shape, I clean it every now and again. Sits in my trailer.
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A 14-ish hand lesson pony that my family kept one winter for my brothers to ride had a US cavalry brand.
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My boss used to run around feeling legs in the morning and shouting, “Do him up in alcohol! Do him up in icthammol! Do him up in poultice!” in his German accent.
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We need to hear more about this bloke.
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He was a racehorse trainer and he was completely bonkers. I learned a lot from him, but I quit the day that he chased another rider, both of them on baby racehorses, while brandishing a whip at her and screaming, “Amateur! Amateur!”
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As a child, I rode at Primrose Farms in Somers NY which is now (and has been for a LONG time) the exquisite Heritage Farm.
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My sister rode there too, in the early 70s. When were you there?
Early 70’s as well. When I started riding there, the entrance was directly off Primrose St, and not Lalli Dr as it is now. I can still picture the barn as it was then. Center aisle, tack room directly on the right as you walked in from the parking area, indoor at the farm end of the aisle. Lots of really great childhood memories from that time in my life.
My sister’s name is Gillian, and her horse’s name was Gandalf the Grey, an OTTB.
