How would you describe a Horse of a Lifetime?
Is a Horse of a Lifetime a big, beautiful Hunter with lots of chrome, a powerful show jumper, or a graceful dressage horse? Is it the horse who won blue ribbon after blue ribbon for you? Or, is it a more humble mount – the honest horse who gave you your confidence back after a bad fall? Perhaps it is the kind horse whose gentle spirit got you though a tough time in your life? Could a Horse of a Lifetime be a difficult pony who dumped you every ride, frustrating you and pushing you till you nearly quit? Could it be that same problematic pony whose challenging antics were actually teaching you more about correct riding, horsemanship, hard work, and patience than any trainer ever could?
If you spend enough time around horses you may be blessed with knowing a Horse of a Lifetime. You might not recognize him or her at first,
because they come in all shapes, sizes, ages, disciplines, and temperaments,
but if you are lucky enough to know one, you will never, ever be the same.
My Horse of a Lifetime
was a bright chestnut, Thoroughbred gelding with a big blaze and two diagonal
socks. If you came across a picture of him
today, you might mistake him for the starlet race horse, California Chrome (minus
a couple socks, of course). He had an intelligent expression and a wonderful presence, appearing to be taller than his modest 16hh. I remember the first day I saw him like
it was yesterday and not 1996. He
walked quietly off the trailer at Wendover Place in Oviedo, FL where I rode
with Owner/Trainer Wendy Trocano. I was
dazzled by him instantly, and I took my first lesson on him the very next
day.
Wendy called him Jake, and it suited his quirky, playful
personality and eye-catching looks. Jake
was an off the track youngster purchased by Wendy and a friend as a Hunter
prospect, but there was one problem. Jake
was spooky and not in the usual way a horse is spooky. Typically scary things like farm equipment,
loud noises, and tight spaces did not bother him. However, trotting past a chair that had not
moved in 5 years was cause for alarm! He spooked at the mounting block, lawn
chairs, jump standards, parked vehicles, shadows, and more. Anything that a typical horse accepts as part
of his/her normal world could cause Jake to give a sideways jump, a dart
forward, or a hop into the air. He’d
even spook riding past a jump he’d already jumped over several times! Some days were spookier than others, in fact,
some trips around the ring during the same ride were spookier than others. You just never knew when it would happen! And yet, Jake would be the first one leading
the trail ride down a new path with suddenly skittish lesson horses glued to his
tail. He would often be the first to
bravely negotiate the new and strange looking jump or the first to hop in an
unfamiliar horse trailer. He even
accompanied me down the tack room hallway once or twice! He really was not an unreasonable horse, just.... unique. Most of the time his fear left him as quickly
and mysteriously as it came. If as a spectator (or a horse show judge) you
blinked, you might miss a spook ever happening.
Though Jake had his unpredictable moments, his heart and
gentleness trumped his unusual fears.
One day a mom with her baby in a stroller came up to Jake’s stall. Jake carefully lowered his head just close
enough for the baby to reach him.
Delighted the child grabbed onto Jake’s soft nose. My spooky horse stood perfectly still as the
giggling child patted and poked him. Jake's kind spirit knew just how to act around this young, future equestrian. The only time my mom rode Jake provides another example of his careful, caring nature. My mom, not a horseback rider, sat aboard
Jake as I led them around the ring. My
mom kept saying “Don’t let him spook, Mary. Don’t
let him spook.” But I was not
worried. I saw the expression in Jake’s
eyes. He was being perfectly attentive and cautious with his inexperienced passenger.
Jake’s spooking may seem like a problem to a lot of people
reading this, but I assure you it was one of the best things about him. Not only did it make me a better rider, it
was the reason I was able to own such a nice and talented horse. If it was not for his spooky, unpredictable
moments, he would have no doubt been out of my price range. With Jake as my partner I learned the
best methods of preventing and dealing with spooking. The best solution was a
truck-load of patience and lots of stuff for him to do!
And I have to say, as a then teenager prone to impatience, having a
spooky horse taught me to “Keep calm and ride on!"
I spent more than five wonderful years with Jake. I accepted his quirks, and he accepted
mine. I figured out a routine for him to keep him happy and relaxed, which reduced his spooking. We worked well as a pair, a finely matched team. I took weekly lessons where we developed our
jumping skills, and I rode as many other days of the week as I could. I lived and breathed my horse, and he trusted
and tried for me like only a Horse of
Lifetime can. Together we jumped
bigger and bigger fences and negotiated more technical courses. During our years together we showed in the
First Year Green Hunter, the Equitation for my age group, the Medal, the Second
Year Green Hunter, the Junior Hunter, and other divisions. I got goose bumps every time the show
announcer called our names as we entered the ring. “Now on course, Made to Order, owned and ridden by Mary Shafer” (my maiden name).
To this day, more than fourteen years later, the best moment
I have ever had on a horse was a moment I spent showing Jake. With my show shirt and jacket soaked and plastered to my
arms and the pouring rain blurring my vision (and all the pictures), we put in
a perfect hunter round and cantered away with a blue ribbon. I remember one jump of that trip in
particular. It was an oxer in first line on course set five forward strides from the in-jump.
We hit just the right distance and my amazing horse rocked back on his
hocks, curled his front legs, lifted his shoulders, stretched out his neck, and
launched us into a perfect, round arc. We were completely free as we climbed higher and higher together over
the oxer. I glanced down as we crested above
the center of the wide jump, amazed by the power and skill of my horse. We landed lightly and balanced on the other
side. As we cantered into the corner, Jake swapped his lead and playfully shook his head. He was clearly
proud of his effort over the oxer and was enjoying the added fun of showing in the afternoon
rain.
Made to Order, a.k.a. Jake My Horse of a Lifetime |
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