So here is a cell phone shot of the first time I ever sat on him.
Back to the present, we had an excellent jumping lesson on Wednesday morning with R's daughter, R2.
We were test driving a barely used Stackhouse that is available on consignment for way more than my saddle budget, and also way more than anyone will pay. Which is the only reason I am trying it - it is against my comfort level to trial something I can't afford but the consignment people say it is overpriced and they think they can bring the owner down. And yet I still feel guilty. I am not a negotiation person, I am a "pay the price asked" person and feel bad that I am test riding a saddle I won't pay full price for.
|Since we are in throwback land, one of our first dressage lessons. So cute and so no idea what to do (either of us)|
He was spot on in the lesson, locking on to each jump and tackling it. He never gets strong like how I think of a stereotypical TB and drags me to jumps, but when he has his head in the game I can feel him find the jump, determine that is where we are headed, pick his spot, and adjust his stride to get us there. All I have to is maintain straightness and not fuck up. If only it were always like that. We worked on a gymnastic (1 stride to 1 stride) and 2 single fences on the diagonal. By the end the last fence in the line was 2'6" or 2'9" and Fawkes was going over it beautifully.
|Early days of jumping, also clearing 2'6" even though the jump was 1'|
This morning's ride was a trial of yet another different saddle (Prestige Nona Garson) that seemed decent and is a reasonable price if we can't get the Stackhouse pricing worked out. I don't know that I loved it and I always want to take a lesson in it to see what my trainer thinks, but it might work out as a backup. Please let saddle shopping be over soon. Please?
Fawkes was extra spooky this morning - always a sign he needs a good run - and nearly ran me over freaking out as I brought him in to tack up. What monster was haunting him? The ring waterer. Took me awhile to figure that out, but we had plenty of time as he snorted, spun, danced, rolled his eyes, refused to move, etc. So he got a good run in the indoor and was a gentleman under saddle. Worked on circles and canter transitions. Today, the circles were much less bulgy, but the canter transitions were a bit worse. OK Fawkes, I get it, you can only do one thing well on any given day. That makes total sense!
|First real show|