It was at a class A hunter/ jumper show in Lake Placid, NY. I was there for the jumping classes with a 14.2 TB/walker cross (yes you read that right). She had a big head, stick neck, gangly legs and was a mottled bay color. She'd jump anything I threw her at and was trained second level dressage. Well, on a whim I decided to enter a hunter hack over fences class. So me and Darkling with about 25 other horses started around the ring. Now up to this time I had been training for eventing and in dressage they require a more upright seat. As I'm going around the ring I'm eyeing everyone else trying to figure out what I should be doing. Luckily I learn best by watching and got my butt a little higher out of the saddle. Then came the time for the over fences part. My little mare did great for the fences part but hadn't a clue what I wanted for the backing up. I really wasn't expecting anything so I was a bit shocked when my name was called for third place. I was estatic. Even though I hadn't been training for hunters it was plesant for me to realize that my long hours of riding were paying off. That is the story of my favorite ribbon.
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