D R A F T - - - - - - D R A F T
Guess I need to start at the beginning.
August, 27, 2004: A gorgeous day. Not too hot, not too humid, slight breeze; it was purrfect. Decided to try & take RockinRita out for a ride by ourselves, leaving Eclipse and Shetan at home. Well, I can dream, can't I? Pulled out my treeless saddle from the tack room & went to get
Ritakins from the ring paddock.
of course, didn't' want to be caught, so
I closed both exit gates, blocking all escape routes, but each
time I approached she trotted away. I felt so
discouraged. Already feeling stressed all I wanted to do was go for a relaxng ride in the woods and not have to worry about someone catching me rding wth extra horses runnng at liberty. Not "Loose" mind you, but 'at liberty" because, like well mannered dogs, they obeyed 99% of the time.
Chasing her or any horse for that matter was out of the question. For anyone who's ever had a "hard to catch" horse they know chasing is a definite NO WIN situation.
My mentor instructed me to chase my 1st horse, "Tahoe", until she got tired. But, no one understood or believed me when I said Tahoe NEVER gets tired. Bottom line, I was not going to spend hours being angry because I couldn't catch her. So, to my later chagrin, I
turned it into a fun game. We'd play for hours. I'd sometimes grab her tail and let her pull me skiing down a hill; I'd sing the Mac Davis song "Oh Lord, it's hard to be humble, when you're perfect in everyway" and Tahoe thoroughly enjoyed it. This often went on for a good 4 hours! I lost weight, got thin thighs, looked good, but I paid dearly for those shenanigans later.
She had so much fun that from then on I needed a stranger to get her from the pasture while I hid behind a building. As the stranger approached, she'd first look up to see if I was around. If she saw me, so help me, she smiled and took off running. She wanted to play. But if she didn't see me, she'd let the stranger catch her. I swore I'd never chase another horse.
BIG MISTAKE!
My mentor once said a sure fire way to stop a run away horse was to get back control: "MAKE THEM GO FASTER, he said,
and you're in control again. Then you can stop them." The first time I tried this was with Shetan when he was a youngster. I have to admit my heart was in my throat, but I did it and it worked. I really
wanted to ride Ritakins today, so I wondered if the same theory would apply here.
I didn't make her go faster but when she trotted away from me, I
did make her keep trotting every
time she slowed down. {Eclipse and Shetan were also in the ring paddock but they quietly grazed in the center, completely ignoring us. This had nothing
to do with them So why should they bother? he he
We went around the ring, maybe 6 times, maybe more, but eventually she
got the idea I wasn't going to stop, SO she did! She lowered her head to let me put the
halter on without any argument and she let me think she did it on MY terms. . What a relief! . . .Miracles DO Happen! . . . *smile*