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Post by John Berkeley on Oct 10, 2011 2:33:09 GMT -5
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Post by Phoebe Caden Jones on Oct 10, 2011 20:15:15 GMT -5
cover girl&&phoebe joneschildren's jumpers Phoebe was atop Chloe ringside, going over her course another time in her head. It seemed simple enough. Not easy, but simple. Not a ton of entrants were competing in Children's Jumper, it seemed. Less competition. Cool.
Chloe seemed pretty relaxed, hanging her head down low, probably scanning the bare ground for any tidbits of green. A girl exited the ring on the ground, dirt covering her whole left side. Phoebe's turn. The teen trotted into the ring, posting a little more rapidly than if it were a Hunter class. She circled the mare around a brick wall and the number ten fence, leaving a straight go ahead toward numero uno. Just then, Chloe seemed to realize she was jumping. The mare was woken with a canter request by Phoebe as they came around the white oxer. She leaped forward, taking Phoebe by surprise. The girl gathered her reins just in time to find a spot for the first fence. The gray took a nice spot and jumped, jolting Phoebe out of the saddle and forcing her into an automatic release.
They landed a little bit too calmly and Phoebe squeezed with her calves, asking for a little more from Chloe. The horse sped up, going at a little quicker than a hand gallop now. They squeezed between a gray vertical and the wall cutting in front of the triple line to get to fence two. It was brighter than the first, but Chloe didn't seem to mind. They took off at the base of the fence, and the mare propelled herself upward to get over. Done.
Phoebe cued for a lead change as they took number three at an angle. Chloe leaped over it and Phoebe pulled her left rein to keep themselves from hitting the rail. Fence four was pretty straightforward. They bent their line a little, and Phoebe thanked her lucky stars they had landed on the correct lead previously. Phoebe found a spot and fought her mare for it for a split second. Chloe took an awkward leap over it, just managing to get all four legs over. Phoebe landed on the mare's neck and sat right up, asking the mare to proceed at her previous gait.
Five now. Phoebe got over the awkward jump beforehand, now focusing on getting to five. She made an extremely tight turn around nine to get to the looming brick wall. That was where the other rider had been thrown, she assumed, as there was still a butt print to the left of it. Chloe fought against Phoebe's hands, asking for a longer stride and quicker pace. Phoebe let her, and they took a huge spot over the wall. Phoebe held her to six though, just releasing the mare as they took off over the red oxer.
Chloe wrapped around the liverpool tightly and Phoebe tried a little half halt, but if the mare had felt it, she ignored it. She took off at a nice spot and was ready for the triple.
This ride was getting scary now. Phoebe gritted her teeth, doing anything in her power to make the horse look under control. She wasn't scared. God, no. No horse could ever scare Phoebe Jones. Just a little concerned. If they went into the triple quick, they would knock a rail for sure.
Phoebe did a sharper half halt before the first fence. This time Chloe listened, and landed from the first one at a slower pace. Not much, but still slower. The mare took one stride than jumped the second, and two more later, the third was cleared.
Chloe flipped her lead as Phoebe turned her toward the simple vertical. They took it with confidence, and landed quickly. The mare landed on the correct lead, and Phoebe wrapped her around her new inside leg to conquer such a tight turn. They were galloping toward ten. Phoebe gave Chloe an automatic release and it was cleared. The mare covered the four strides to the next fence in three booming strides, taking off from a far spot, but seemed rather comfortable to the mare. The liverpool. The mare leaped over, throwing herself across the water.
And now to the last fence. Phoebe steered the mare in between seven and the wall like she had done previously and let the mare take off toward twelve. She held her to a comfy spot, and took off from there.
Clear. They had a clear round.
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Post by Oliver Dalton on Oct 11, 2011 17:19:52 GMT -5
Your image here [/img][/center] A HORSE GALLOPS WITH ITS LUNGS PERSEVERES WITH ITS HEART AND WINS WITH ITS CHARACTER [/b] I honestly had no idea as to how Asher was going to perform. That horse was uncontrollable half the time and he's unseated me more than I care to count. One reason why I was entering him into a lower level class. Just waiting for my number to be called, Asher looked fantastic. Of course I was riding him in a running martingale. After what felt like forever, our number was called and we entered the ring. The course wasn't that hard, but still, I reviewed it several times in my mind. The bell rang and the test began.
I really can't remember all the details perfectly, but I'll do my best. I let Ashton Creek canter in on a pretty big stride. The first jump was an oxer and I wanted enough go to keep him moving. He sailed over it like it was nothing, but when I asked for the lead change, he gave a half hearted buck and switched. We made a wide turn towards jump two--a lone vertical. I brought him together and let the horse pick the distance. So far so good. A five stride bending line to three, but Asher bulged out a little more than desired and the line turned into six strides. He chipped the third jump, but leaped it like it was a giant obstacle. Even racing down the four stride, Asher was able to clear the fourth jump. However, he bucked going over it and refused to change leads afterwards. I wasn't terribly thrilled about cross cantering to five, but he made it, even if not in the best form. I could feel the boy try and race the line, so I sat up a little bit and held him back, making him add an extra stride before bounding over six. In retrospect, I should have been debating about whether Asher was a horse or a deer.
Coming away from six, Asher was starting to get out of control. He really opened up and charged at jump seven, but his distance was good and cleared it by a good three feet. No matter what I did, I couldn't keep that horse from taking the five stride bending line in four strides, not even taking a stride to eight b, and just about galloping one stride to eight c. In the line to jump nine, I leaned back and used what leverage I had to make him reach the fence in five strides, though he absolutely threw himself at it and into the jump if he wasn't a damn deer. That horse's worst nightmare was touching a rail and he was making sure to clear every single jump. He lead changed over jump nine and then raced back to the tenth jump so fast I nearly went flying out of the saddle to the outside. All I did was point his nose through the turn and use both hands and both legs to direct. Like I said, that horse is a deer.
Jump ten was surprisingly easy to ride. I was able to collect him just enough so that he kept up impulsion and forward movement, but actually met the jump correctly and and cantered away nicely from it. He lightly hopped eleven a and I thought all would be well. Asher had other plans. I can think of no other words than he bounded over eleven b. Hydophobic horse, much? I have a sinking feeling that he jumped the liverpool like it was a six foot spread and five feet high. Of what little I do remember of going over, I was dead terrified. The rest of the course is almost a blur. I was dragging his head left so that he wouldn't try and jump seven again. Not quite sure how, but I managed to get Asher to sail over twelve with some style even though he was bracing against the bit the whole time.
Thankfully, that was my only jumper course on this boy. Ashton Creek had a clear round under the time limit, though I doubt it was the safest ride to have.
"This is you speaking. Say Whaat?!" This is you thinking.IN RIDING A HORSE WE BORROW FREEDOM[/size][/b] ------------------------------------------------------------------------[/center] ------Tags: ------Notes: Test in first person POV with an insane horse. ------Outfit: Show attire ------Word Count: 686 ------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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