What that chemical in the brain that makes women forget the pain of child birth?

Because I think that chemical is active in my brain after hunting. All I remember from our Spring season Opening Meet yesterday (in Canada we have a spring season) was how amazing BitchyMare was when I finally let her have a gallop, how beautifully she listened, never pulled on me and generally did everything I asked. I have already, not 24 hours later, forgotten most of the rearing, launching and occassional levitation that we did. She was just so lovely to ride (and to stop) that I really did enjoy riding her. We even popped a log and she did it like a seasoned pro. She is a total green bean, less then 6 months total riding in her entire life, despite being 7 this spring. I enjoy bringing along young hunt horses, so I’ve ridden lots of first-timers and I can’t think I’ve ever had one so rideable despite being kept in the nose-bleed section of the second field (we started off hill topping, the nose-bleed section was the upgrade!) and yet she would punctuate our checks with the odd hop to start, then a very respectable lipizzan impression later on.

Isn’t it amazing how our brains can over-ride some details and give you such warm, fuzzy memories of something that was far from warm and fuzzy? Ah, I may never have kids, but I think I understand why women go through the pain of child birth more then once. I’m taking BitchyMare out again next meet :slight_smile:

Wine.

Oxytocin. Also responsible for bonding & milk let down. Do you want to nurse a fox?

Its also adrenelin!!! Know EXACTLY what you mean. I hunted a horse for some one once (I used to hunt “professionally” - starting horses and hunting them to make good hunters). The horse was a complete lunatic the first time I took her out. Dangerous - to me, not to other horses. Tolerated only because it was a small field and I was well known, and people knew what I could do with a horse. I had to get her owner to pony my home because I could not get her safely away from the other horses.
I have to keep reminding myself of that first ride, because the rides I remember were the later ones when she jumped and galloped and pulled up and stood quietly, went from field to whip and back again. I remember one hunt when I and another whip needed to go around a growth of trees. We had to jump backward through the field who were coming towards us in huge numbers. She sailed over those fences. I still get a high just thinking about it:):D.

hmmmmmmm…

Hmmmm…lemme think here…narcotics?! the pre-hunt stirrup cup?
the flask in your pocket with the amnesia-inducing pain killer in it?!!
The post hunt beer? The cumulative concussions from this past and other seasons? I dunno but it happens to ME a lot!!
Foxhunters are kin to fishermen I think; it’s always a good day and the fish (jump) was thiiiiisssss big!!! (arms outstretched!) or gigantic!!
There is no bad day out hunting.

Yes, the flask may have assisted my selective memory. Glad to know I’m not the only one who finds this happens :slight_smile:

morphine and wine and the epidural

Tamara

Without a doubt, I have jumped some objects behind a hard-running pack of hounds that I COULD not have jumped “in cold blood” had someone been standing there offering me a briefcase crammed with $100,000 CASH on the other side. :smiley:

This is something very primal and mysterious . . .

Leaping Powder.

Yep!

Lady Eboshi speaks the truth - primal and mysterious!
But never underestimate the power of Percocet!
One time, the day before I was having major surgery, I was feeling very brave (and had P on board!) and kinda like…this may be the last time I’ll get to ride forevernever…etc. (ok so I CAN be a drama queen!) So I took my fieldhunter out and schooled ALL the nearby hunts jumps…ALL of them, alone!! . I had permission but had never jumped most of them. I was possessed! We had wings!!! Weeeeeeee!! I laughed, he bucked, was full of energy doing this, galloping around, jumping coops/walls/verticals,anything!! It was magical. I’d NEVER done that even in the hunt field.
Surgery went super. Was back hunting that fall. 20+ yrs. ago.
Percocet makes you…brave!! (or stupid, depending on your point of view!!)

No! No! No! It’s just plain foolishness!

Whatever it is, sure nice to have! Uber-woman inspires horse!