Two posts in one day? I felt like I needed to post another entry. Mainly because this story took place over the course of 5 years, and I have just began to tell you the first year.. It plays a little in my favor though, because my riding has been on hold for the better sake of my horses and their training. This gives me a little time to start back in on my riding for the improvement. Beings I said that – I should tell you that this year will hopefully be my good riding year. I think I am going to live with my aunt over the summer, after I graduate, to train and ride with a grand prix level show jumper. Which most definitely should help my riding. Not sure, however, about the showing aspect. We’ll see where these months take me. Anyway, let’s get back to the story..
At this point I was using this stretcher “device” almost every-time I rode. I almost depended on it and relied on it’s effects – it did help reduce my ability to control this hot creature. I know what anyone is probably thinking, “why?” The device helped my new horse in the sense of sore muscles and extreme use of ones which weren’t fully developed. There were somedays where she would give up the “fight” with this thing and just let the ride take her, but I didn’t feel as if I was doing good for her. I read and learned the supposed “pros” and “cons” of this and similar devices. This time in my life was when I began the search, which will probably continue for the rest of my life, to find alternate ways to go about “horsemanship.” I use that in quotes because I was just learning about the real meaning behind that.
I decided to try something else. A running martingale. Another “device” but not as harsh, as the stretcher. This time my new horse could go about in a more natural state, move freely without the constant force of that bungee thing. If she lifted her head beyond a point, pressure to show her to come back down. That didn’t work very well. She had formed a resistance to another that applied pressure to the bit, areas of the mouth, and nose. My new horse used up every inch of this new found free space that the running martingale granted her. The pressure was not as extreme as the stretcher thing, so she took advantage of that and began to touch the sky once again.