I love all my horses beyond words; each one has a
unique personality. Dusty’s my little rascal,
Ceci’s my teacher with a big heart, and Major’s my sad good looking
boy.
Major and his thick neck
At 14 hands, Major’s mostly grey with a muscular, thick
neck like a draft horse. His body is strong
and compact, his handsome head has small ears, and he dons a Mohawk mane. He’s not an elegant horse, but he is flashy
with his white rump and black spots. When I put him on the crossties, his
expressive eyes make me think of Eeyore from Winne the Pooh. He makes a long exhale and throws me a gloomy
sad look as if to say, “What do you want me to do now”?
Unflappable, he rarely spooks and goes thru and over anything; bridges, water, rough ravines. This all sounds really great, a flashy horse that never spooks, but let me continue.
Major with his distinctive spotted rump
Unflappable, he rarely spooks and goes thru and over anything; bridges, water, rough ravines. This all sounds really great, a flashy horse that never spooks, but let me continue.
Major has definite opinions and one of them is not moving
very quickly anywhere except if it’s in the direction of the barn or food. Every trail ride starts out as a death march
only to end up flying full steam the moment his nose is turned in the direction
of home. There were a few trail rides
when I watched my husband fly past me down a rocky slope hoping he would be
alive when I reached him. To my husband’s
credit he would eventually get Major stopped and turned around, but it was
scary and dangerous.
"You want to ride who?"
My husband and I did learn the horsemanship skills to correct this problem. When riding Major you have to be in charge or he will quickly take charge. He tends to live up to his name. In the future, I will never own another horse named Major, General, Sergeant or any other military rank. He loves using his shoulders and big neck to turn himself around saying, “I’m not going.” Now you’re thinking this horse is awful-right? Well, I thought so too for awhile.
Ceci in the field
When Ceci, our Thoroughbred mare arrived, Major took a
backseat as my horse of choice. She’s well schooled and at home in the arena. She
ignited my passion for riding and became my new teacher. I was frustrated riding Major. He could be stubborn, opinionated, too slow, and
too much work to ride.
"Yes, I'm beautiful, smart and eligant...now go away!"
While riding this summer, Ceci, who is refined but high-
strung, stumbled, and I landed hard on my back.
Ceci recovered quickly, but I didn’t. After a month, still walking gingerly, I
saddled up Major not having the confidence to deal with Ceci’s nervousness. Major made me feel calm and safe. Over
the next few months my back slowly got stronger as I continued riding Major,
and I began to understand him better.
Major starring in a movie for a film festival...is that Brad Pitt?
I realized that his short neck and back meant I had to
be far more balanced and solid in my riding than I had been with Ceci. I have a much smaller margin for error on Major. Any leaning too far forward forces him to
compensate making it difficult for him to be balanced. You learn from every horse and
Major is still teaching me to be a better rider. When I wrote him off thinking Ceci was the
only horse that could teach me, I was wrong.
I guess the saying for every bad horse there is a bad rider is
true.
Major and I are moving forward. He is more
relaxed now than ever before, largely because I’m riding him better. He's still an opinionated, pony and has discovered a new trick...bucking at the canter! Let the rodeo begin I say. Stay tuned for more adventures on Major.
-Trisha
