I had my lesson today, and I got to ride in my Talavera Potrera Spanish saddle on a real, live horse.
My husband had some difficulty in getting my saddle into and out of the car today. It is heavier than my jumping saddles and it has a more awkward shape than my jumping saddles.
I had my stability leathers and Alupro safety stirrups on it. MJ needed my 26" dressage girth (his normal girth for my jumping saddle is 46".)
Debbie rode MJ first at my request. He is over 30 years old and I was not too sure how he would react to the new saddle that looks so different from my jumping saddle.
Debbie had to figure out how to get off, she ended up literally vaulting off. I also had some trouble getting off, I usually hold onto the little flap over the stirrup leather buckle, but the Spanish saddle has no such thing. My husband had to help me get my thigh over the rather high cantle both mounting and dismounting.
Debbie’s first reaction was that I was NOT going to be falling off of this saddle. She found the saddle tight, but I think part of that is that this was developed as a saddle for colt breakers, and it wraps around the rider pretty tightly, holding the rider on.
I did one short posting trot. Maybe my stirrups need to be longer for trotting because the ends of the WIDE pommel ran into my thigh when I posted, when I got up into two-point, and since the seat of the saddle slopes down to the rear I ended up posting off the cantle instead of the center of the saddle. There is no way that I can ride Forward Seat in this saddle, the really high (for me) pommel prevents me from leaning forward much.
At no time did I feel insecure in this saddle. Because of the sheepskin cover I was not sliding around the saddle seat and because the pommel and cantle sort of wrap around my pelvis I felt
quite secure. Debbie’s granddaughter brought a really nice TB she is re-training (OTTB?) into the ring doing walk, trot and canter and I did not worry about MJ’s reactions at all because I would be able to ride them fine.
MJ was not too sure about the saddle. He did not misbehave at all but he was totally reluctant to extend his stride at a walk even heading toward the gate with my legs active and me giving him tiny taps with my crop. He did not seem to like that the saddle had my weight pressing down the middle of his back rather than the front part of his back.
When I tried to turn him using my inside thigh I had no reaction at all. I was not surprised because the flocking in the panels is rather thick and the panels come down to cover the top part of his rib cage. The poor dear just did not feel that aid. He did obey all my other aids but I could tell that his 30 year old brain was trying to figure out why in the world I was riding him so oddly.
I lasted 30 minutes today.
I won’t be using this saddle at Debbie’s again unless I become unusually weak and unbalanced, like I told Debbie this is my little old lady saddle for when I can’t ride in a jumping saddle safely. In the Spring I will try it out again on one of Shannon’s horses, Cider, a Arab-Welsh mare.
Right now it is back on my Home Horse so I can practice trying to clear the cantle with my right leg both mounting and dismounting.
Debbie basically told me that it would be very, very hard for me to fall off the horse when I use this saddle. I don’t think she would mind me using it if I ever go on a trail ride again.
But I finally got to ride in it on a real live horse!