Time for a story...
Way back in the mists of time when I was 16 or 17 my RI in the UK said I could take her very weedy looking bay arab 14hh mare out hunting. I was happy to take her, but thought my 140 pounds might be a bit much, although J said she would be fine. Went on a diet and lost 7 pounds, down to my lowest ever weight, seriously skinny, no shape at all.
Hunting day dawns and I'm getting Rose ready, and get handed a double bridle, and I'm
get told that she is a bit keen and I will need an emergency set of brakes. Just to say about that day, she hardly stood still all day, wanted to be in the first flight if at all possible, and had the nerve to bolt on the way back to the box, and no she wasn't uncomfortable, I was though, everything hurt, my hands were ripped to pieces, having lost my **** gloves at a stop somewhere, madam had started off after hounds before I was ready.
That day put me off of Arabs for a long time, she started full of go, and just never quit all day. I still laugh when I look at how over the last 3 years I have gathered 2 bay arab mares, and 2 bay half arab mares