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Join Date: Dec 2010
Location: South East Texas
The one that comes to mind for me was when I first started taking reining lessons this spring. I haven't been riding for nearly as long as many of you, I started when I was 12 and am now 16, so that makes four years. However, up until these lessons I had basically been taught by being sat on a horse and letting me work it out myself. Anything that I knew came from trial and error, buckets of studying, and the occasional pointer from one of the trainers at our farm.
I'm used to riding our lesson and ranch horses to tune them up for the cowboys and lesson kids, so I generally have to use quite a bit of leg when I'm riding without realizing it. So when I'm handed my new trainer's horse I have no idea what kind of ride I'm in for.
This gelding is a nice, big, hefty type of Quarter Horse gelding that looks as slow as molasses. So I mount up, nice and prideful, thinking I'm going to show this trainer just how good I am. After all, I'm used to the slow guys that take a lot of work to get going.
The trainer tells me to trot out, so I gather my reins and give him a nice squeeze in the girth to send him forwards. And we definitely go forwards...at a very strong canter, careening around like drunkards xD
Now I've always had problems with cantering new horses, because I struggle with keeping my core steady but relaxed and end up jarring around a bit when I'm not careful. Being taken by suprise, I ofcourse start bouncing something aweful all over this poor animal's back , and he doesn't like that one bit. Instead of just stopping or giving a buck, he leaps into the air and gives me the most beautiful capriole you can imagine, lands, and does another- then stops dead as I fly gracefully over his neck...and into my trainer's chest, sending us both flying.
I quickly stood up, dusted myself off, and helped my trainer up (who, by the way, has to be atleast 70). To his credit, he didn't scream at me or order me off of his property, but rather very calmly adjusted his cowboy hat and glasses, stroked his beard a bit and pointed at me. "You know" he said, "I do think that both you and Bubby (the horse) are both much better suited to dressage than reining...I didn't even know that darned horse was light enough to jump, much less pretend to be one of them fancy lipizzaner stallies."
I never did ride Bubby again after that first day, and my next lesson was on a lunge line with no reins or stirrups on what he called an 'old plodder' mare of his at a walk and trot xD she had to be almost as old as he was. I have to say though...that darned horse was probably still more responsive than the horses that I usually ride!
To their credit though, those 12 lessons helped me more than all of the four years of riding that I've had combined. That man and his wanna-be dressage horse knew their stuff, even if he did have some strange ways of teaching them. Riding with just a piece of thread as reins and being told not to break it if I wanted to live being just one of them! XD
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