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Post by John Berkeley on Oct 10, 2011 2:13:15 GMT -5
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Post by Alyssa Schueler on Oct 10, 2011 15:00:44 GMT -5
Your image here [/img][/center] A HORSE GALLOPS WITH ITS LUNGS PERSEVERES WITH ITS HEART AND WINS WITH ITS CHARACTER [/b] .Alyssa Schueler sat confidently on her mare, Lorraine. Two more trips before it was her turn to enter the arena. She watched the other riders carefully, taking note of their faults ande decisions. One girl had a roached back, the other trotted to the first jump and cantered away. Finally, her own number and name was called and Ali entered the arena at a walk. She turned left and asked for the canter, her grey mare transitioning smoothly.
She circled once and then cantered to the first line on a slow stride. The rider had a light seat and waited for the mare to come back to her before reaching up into two point. Looking down the line, Alyssa made sure that her heels were down and her weight balance over her leg. She sat up some down the line counting. One, two three, four five six The Thoroughbred left with a slight gap on the second jump of the first line, but Alyssa rode it almost as if that was an intentional decision. She continued cantering through the corner and turned between the sixth and eighth jumps to set up for a perfectly straight line to jumps three a and three b. The first jump was perfect and Ali rode the line on a slightly collected step to make the two stride line and get to the bottom of the second jump. Her horse lifted its front end and Ali followed through. She set up for the lead change and asked for it, the horse switching smoothly in the corner. Already, the rider was looking down jumps four and five but held her mare straight until she wanted to turn. Alyssa turned slightly late, but managed to straighten out in time for a chip into jump four and had to march down the line to make it in eight. The fifth jump was much better, leaving with just the right amount of distance. Again, Alyssa asked for the lead change and her mare responded, though a stride late. The pair turned and Ali aimed for the end of the line beyond seven b. She let her horse pick the distance and followed through, riding the line in a steady five. The grey mare easily lifted herself up and over seven a. Alyssa held the horse back to make the final line in three, meeting the jump perfectly.
A couple canter strides after the final jump and Lorraine broke to a trot. Ali circled once and left the arena.
"This is you speaking. Say Whaat?!" This is you thinking.IN RIDING A HORSE WE BORROW FREEDOM[/size][/b] ------------------------------------------------------------------------[/center] ------Tags: ------Notes: ------Outfit: Show attire ------Word Count: 49 ------Template made by: Koney of Caution 2.0 // Edits by Eliza of North Creek Academy // Quotes by Tessio and Helen Thompson
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Post by Jolie Dacus-Adams on Oct 11, 2011 21:13:31 GMT -5
A HORSE GALLOPS WITH ITS LUNGS PERSEVERES WITH ITS HEART AND WINS WITH ITS CHARACTER [/b] "Jolie, get in the ring so you can school before your round," a student said briskly as she walked past the girl putting her hairnet on. "I'm going!" Jo answered her quickly and took Sebastian from the groom who was holding him. She led him out of the show stables and got a leg up from the groom. She knew she had to make a good impression. John and Leya hadn't seen her ride yet, since she was a late transfer to the school, and so her first show had to go well. Jolie finished schooling just in time for her round. The girl had a groom give a quick wipe off of her boots and a coat of hoof polish on Sebastian, and they were off. The announcer's"This is Electric Volta and rider 49, Jolie Adams-Dacus, entering the ring for the Large Junior Hunters." Jo felt several eyes look up from their phones and ponies and look at her, everyone always expected the best out of a previous Maclay Finals winner. The blonde girl posted past jump 5. Jolie picked up the canter from the trot and headed directly for the first jump, a simple brush, by bending around jump 3a and in between 3b and 4. They soared over the brush and she rode light to the six. The oxer came smoothly to them, and she gave with her hands over the jump, but felt her legs slip back. She gave it no thought, she was in the hunters anyways, her equitation didn't matter. Sebastian landed wrong after the jump at which he popped into the quick hopping change. Jo saw her distance to 3a, and told the bay Canadian warmblood to lengthen his stride. The girl could feel the slightly green 6 year old begin to peek at the "scary" flowers in the jump so she made her leg solid and they took off. Sebastian snapped his legs up to his nose and flew over the jump. Jolie could practically see her looking at the picture later and saying, "Silly Seb snaps super!" in her usual sing-song voice. Jolie got the two strides in and out of the line uneventfully. She made the turn to jump 4 and let the 17.1 gelding find his own distance. They left and landed perfectly, but she could see that her distance for the eight was going to be long, so she stepped the gelding up. Jolie sat light and tried her best to stay off the gelding's neck during his round jump, but, like typical of most hunter riders, managed to find herself ducking. Not that it mattered, thank god equitation's later today," she thought. She turned towards fence 6 and let that be an easy line, popping over the brush easily. She collected to make the three stride, and then took the sharp turn towards 8 for the last jump and she couldn't help but smile. That was good round. Nearly perfect. Jump eight came up quick and she followed the bay over the jump. She turned towards the end gate, circled and let him ease out of the canter and back into a walk. Perfect, possibly one of her best rounds yet. John was standing at the in gate after the round, "Fabulous. Not that I expect anything less from our new student!" He gave her a pat on the arm, "But I 'spose we should here what the judges say."IN RIDING A HORSE WE BORROW FREEDOM[/size][/b] ------------------------------------------------------------------------[/center] ------Tags: ------Notes: ------Outfit: here ------Word Count: 582 ------Template made by: Koney of Caution 2.0 // Edits by Eliza of NCA and Sarah of NCA // Quotes by Tessio and Helen Thompson
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Post by Oliver Dalton on Oct 12, 2011 6:19:37 GMT -5
Your image here [/img][/center] A HORSE GALLOPS WITH ITS LUNGS PERSEVERES WITH ITS HEART AND WINS WITH ITS CHARACTER [/b] Oliver Dalton spent a quiet moment with his horse, planning the course and calming his nerves. He did that before every class. It helped him to focus and concentrate on the task at hand. His number was tied to his back and the rider wore a standard navy show coat. He had tan breeches on and clean black boots. Leya Berkeley was passing by and noticed that Oliver had yet to mount up. "Oliver, there's fifteen more trips to go. Mount up and warm up a bit before you enter the ring." The boy nodded in understanding and walked his horse to the schooling ring before mounting up. He just walked, trotted, and cantered for a bit, using the movement of the horse to settle his mind. He left the ring and another student who wasn't competing walked up to him with a rag and a brush. The other student took a few moments to clean off the boy's boots and then brushed invisible dirt from Sherry's coat.
"Our next rider is number 278: Oliver Dalton riding Dark Sherry." Oliver trotted past several jumps, giving his horse a chance to look at them before asking for the canter. The pair cantered to the first jump, a vertical. They sailed neatly over it, Sherry creating the ideal box with his front legs and dropping his head some for an ideal topline. Oliver balanced out of the saddle, but still in control. They landed on a decently sized step and Oliver simply had to continue the movement down the six stride line to the oxer. The mare had rather snappy knees and Oliver's lessons in equitation made his own performance look good. The turned in the corner for the second line. Sherry was well balanced and had the ideal twelve foot stride. Oliver was sitting light in the saddle. As the pair approached the wooden fences with purple flowers, Oliver reminded his horse of the job at hand, not staring at anything on course besides getting over the jumps in a pretty manner. Three A was perfect. The horse left at the perfect distance and looked very good for a hunter. The two rode it in the ideal two strides and left at the correct distance. Over the jump, Oliver rebalanced his horse hoping that he would make the lead change on landing. Sherry didn't change over the jump, but a stride after landing, she did. The young rider was already looking towards four and five, setting his horse up for the eight stride line. The pair soared neatly over jump four. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. Oliver barely moved as the horse jumped the fifth fence. He asked for another lead change and got it, making the turn for six and seven. The rider made the trip look effortless as he lined up for the outside line. Six was exquisitely executed, Sherry not so much as looking or touching the brush fence. The line was a steady five and Oliver gave his horse a bit more freedom to stretch out and cover the distance easily. Seven a was straightforward jumping and the two jumped it perfectly. Next was a three stride line to seven b. Oliver pulled back slightly to prevent his mare from getting too strung out in the line. They met the jump at a slight chip, but looked good otherwise. The two turned towards jump eight even though Sherry was wanting to race headlong at it, Oliver kept steady pressure on the bit and prevented his horse from gaining too much speed. The mare was bottled up between his leg and hand, the rider controlling the pace. They sailed over number eight. Oliver down transitioned to the walk and left the arena.
Leya was standing around, watching the trip. When Oliver approached, she walked over to him, pleased with his work. "Well done, Oliver. I expecting nothing less than the performance you gave out there." The boy was pleased, but didn't let his emotions show through. There was still work to do. As a nationally famous rider, he wasn't deterred in the least by more riding.
"This is you speaking. Say Whaat?!" This is you thinking.IN RIDING A HORSE WE BORROW FREEDOM[/size][/b] ------------------------------------------------------------------------[/center] ------Tags: ------Notes: ------Outfit: Show attire ------Word Count: 690 ------Template made by: Koney of Caution 2.0 // Edits by Eliza of North Creek Academy // Quotes by Tessio and Helen Thompson
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