I love Abra and Gershwin but every time I watch someone else ride Catch it kills me. I miss her so much. I rode her from the time she first came, spent time with her when she was nothing but skin and bones.
The moment she walked off the trailer you could see every bone from her body my trainers partner handed her to me and asked me to clean her up. He had felt so bad for her he had agreed to buy her even thought we weren’t sure what she could do.
I spent an hour washing away mud and had to be careful because on her legs where the mud was the worst if I srubbed to hard her skin would start to peel off. We tacked her up and my trainer jumped on her, she was amazing the moment he was on her back she went into frame. She jumped the little fences he pointed her at without hesitation then called me into the ring.
I’ve never felt safe the instant on a horse it usually took me for a long time until I would feel safe. The moment I was on her back I was safe I could trust her. Over time we fattened her up and fitted her up. She was a beautiful hunter…when she was skinny. I was only riding her because at the time Gershwin was hurt and I couldn’t ride him. But once he was better I took a break from Riding Catch not wanting to seem like I was taking advantage of my trainer.
When Gershwin got hurt again I went back to Catch, but at this point she had been sitting in a field for over a month was fat and had an attitude once on her back she was a rocket. We realized the reason the last owners kept her skinny was once she was fattened up she became a hard ride, a true jumper. I Wasn’t used to that ride and took me a long time to get with her. When I finally trusted her again it came from a lesson where a grid was set up at 2’3 and my trainer sent me through with no stirrups after the grid she took off at a gallop and while we were galloping wild something seemed to tell me I was alright and I stopped being scared of her. I remembered my first ride on her and knew she might be more powerful now, but she still was that horse that made me feel safe.
I did my first 3ft course on her, I learned to ride a powerful jumper. While she wasn’t like any loving gelding I owned I still loved her, I told my self I would never love a mare. She proved me wrong. Once Gershwin was healed and ready to finish up again a new girl came to the barn and my trainer thought it was best for me to focus on training Gershwin. As much as I agree with his decision I still hate to watch the other girl ride Catch. I can’t wait for the day for my trainer to tell me to go grab her from the field and ride her again.
Just the other day I walked into the barn and she was standing on cross ties waiting to get her hooves done. I walked right up to her and kissed her on the nose of course she pinned her ears she wouldn’t be her if she didn’t. Then I saw she was coated in sweet. (Ran around like an idiot trying to not get caught another thing she does.) So I picked up a bush and just groomed her and really realized how much I just miss her grouchy self and all. Here is a picture of us jumping 3ft and I miss it.