Holy S(@#( Scrappy! The Saddle Saga Continues

The only saddle that has truly fit Scrappy and not slid around since I got him was a semi QH barrel skirted western saddle that I used last fall, but once he changed from round-fat to some a-frame at the wither/shoulder, that really didn’t fit anymore and this blog has borne witness to the resulting whining since. Scrappy was also broke out and ridden in his first endurance rides before I bought him in a western saddle with apparently good results. So in my elimination process I wanted to try a full QH bar saddle on him.

This morning I put a heavy leather full skirted full QH bar western saddle on him, felt like the fit seemed decent enough to try 4 or 5 miles around the neighborhood, and led him out of the cross ties. As we headed for the mounting block he did this WEIRD skittering thing with his hind end and zoomed past and around me. Now Scrappy does like to puff and blow and act a bit of a fool, mostly in hand at home, but this was a panicky/.strange reaction that I hadn’t gotten *at all* when pulling him to ride the other day after a month off. I tried walking him back past the same spot and he did the same skittering thing. Now I had also pulled his mini horse friend, cleaned him up, and then put him away, so Scrappy was somewhat high from that transaction too, so  I decided I didn’t want to mount up and ride out into the neighborhood roads with him like that and a go in the round pen would settle us both down.

Send him out around the round pen and he has his back humped and zooms about as he does, he seemed head lower and more humped up than usual but wasn’t bucking or doing anything nuts, just some Arab zoomies around and around. the saddle has leather dangly strings and the whole 9 and he seemed  a bit hinky about that, but it was a big change from a treeless saddle so fair enough. I had him work up a good sweat, readjusted the saddle some, sent him around again, then when he was looking soft and quiet I put my reins on,  and prepared to mount. Foot in the stirrup, rise halfway up his side in process of mounting and BOOM, his head goes up and he FREAKS, backs up, starts spinning away from me, I barely get my foot free and jump down out from between him and the edge of the roun pen. Uhhhhh wtf???

 When I first got him Scrappy was a little hesitant about mounting and his go-to nervous move is to back away from things  but we’ve been working on it a lot and he hasn’t been even raising his head nervously, let alone backing away from mounting in a while.

My heart was pounding from this surprise reaction from him but that was obviously not okay so I sent him out again around and around til he looked soft and quiet (and dripping sweat) again. I talk to him and do my usual routine with the reins, foot in the stirrup, start to get up and BOOM he does the same thing, but this time as he spun away my foot got stuck in the stirrup and I barely managed to land on one foot, hopping with one foot stuck, still holding the reins and trying to turn his head back my way so I didn’t fall and get dragged, which meant my left shoulder about got yanked out of the socket and a nice rope burn for the hand. As my shoulder jerked my foot came out of the stirrup luckily and I fell hard on one knee.

He seemed weirded out. I was weirded out. He didn’t even want to flex his neck around AT ALL to his sides, just skitter his hind end away. Tense. Even bunny hopping next to him like you do with the rankest greenie was making him throw his head and back away and canter in panicked circles.

 I didn’t know what else to do but to send him on out again, but this time minus the saddle. I was hot and frazzled (unexpectedly long round pen sessions always happen in the unshaded heat don’t cha know!) but just felt that the saddle was tweaking him out, whether it was pain or flashbacks or whatever the heck, I didn’t think I could get anywhere until I took that out of the equation and I couldn’t very well give up with my horse having stymied my mounting attempts violently twice. So saddle came off and lo and behold the dry spots that I have been getting behind the shoulders with saddles were even more pronounced after just the round pen work.

So around and around he went, and he got softer and quieter again. I put my reins on him and acted as if I would mount with him bareback (of course no handy mounting block around so I just leaning and jumping) and he was already not very impressed. He started to flex his neck side to side again. I really needed a mounting assist and a minute to think so we left the round pen and went to find my mounting block. Scrappy was still a little high but as we came up and toward where he lives his attention went to the fillies making noise and I could tell his energy had shifted. He wasn’t paying attention to me, but he also wasn’t in that weird panicked red zone he’d been in with the saddle on. I climbed on my mounting block and he wasn’t scared but he also really wasn’t paying attention up there by the the other horses so I put my skito and treeless on him (that we did miles in two days ago just fine!!) , took him and the block back to the round pen, sent him around a few times, then climbed up on the block. The first time I pulled the stirrup he did a little mini lean away but that was it, so I leaned over his back, cooed all over him like a greenie, he stayed normal Scrappy-esque, so I swung on board and that was that. He stood quietly, was a little nervous with my legs on him for a minute, then we round around and out on our merry way like nothing had happened. When he’d reproven himself saddle broke I put him in the cross ties and was so distracted by the whole thing I didn’t even clip the cross ties on him when I went inside for a bottle of water–he just stood there with a hoof cocked in the cross tie stall like ho hum farm plug til I came back..

SO. The saddle really hurt? Or the saddle really gave him bad bronc flashbacks or something?

Sheza Next Generation

As I mentioned in my last post, in the blink of an eye time can skitter away from you. Checking back through my calendar, Sheza hadn’t been worked or ridden in 5 weeks when I pulled her out yesterday morning, which just makes her eager and willing participation and lack of shite behavior that much more glorious, I must say.
hard to take a bad photo of this diva! 

I thought I’d seen her squatting in Scrappy’s general direction out in pasture and sure enough after haltering I noticed right away that Sheza was in ridiculous heat; as I walked behind her in the cross ties running  my hands over her rump as I do, she went weak in the knees and slid her rump into me.  Snickerrrr, but no filly, we don’t swing our rumps at the human, no matter the reason. Aside from a few reminders about that, that was our only issue. Sheza’s momma Desire was always sweeter when she was in heat and it seems that Sheza is falling more into that category so far.

On our way through her pasture en route to the round pen to blow off some steam, we stopped in to say hello to little step sister yearling Rushcreek Aurora. Despite being fresh out of the pasture after 5 weeks Sheza was quite polite and interested and sniffed totally innocently at Rory….

 …and that was Rory’s reply!

Sniff met immediate squeal-spin-air-kick and run away. Sheza, for her part, looked *shocked* and immediately started shaking her head, MY EAR, IT’S MY RIGHT EAR, her go-to move for confusion/spicy/spazzy moments. Rory seemed quite pleased with herself and trolled the pasture like a little shark after the fact. Hmm, about time she met Napoleon my mini horse, filly attitude adjuster extraordinaire. Rory had learned some boundaries living with Desire last month but the mare was eating all the groceries for two so she’s currently off the mentor list. Some independent solo time was good for Rory but looks like she’s ready for some more herd learning interaction again, and by that I mean living with a 30″ tyrant with spacial issues.

I feel like this could be us coming in off the trail into a vet check sometime in the future…  🙂

 Sheza had her traditional 15-20 minutes of trotting/cantering/bucking/direction changes in the round pen, then when she looked like something I wanted to ride, off we went!

our faces say it all I think 🙂

 I’m sure it’s obvious but I just love this filly! She has come such a long long way from the tiny thing my husband and I helped bring into the world 3 years ago, or even the wild brat she was at Rory’s age when I was contemplating selling her to gypsies*. My trainer April Moore did such a wonderful job with  Sheza this spring and I truly can’t wait for all our adventures coming in the next few years–as well as all the fun shaping Rory into a fine young beastie!

*when I was a kid my mom used to non-seriously threaten us with being sold to the gypsies and it’s stuck as my threat for my fillies 

Therapy

Four weeks passed by in a hot, dusty blink. Work got done, I crewed Ride n Tie Championships for Funder and Mel,  various family members visited, lots of hooves got trimmed, I crewed Tevis–but meanwhile none of my horses got ridden. Can’t say that I heard them complaining, but my mind and body craved saddle time so I hooked up with trimming mentor D and her cute new endurance pal Faye for a lake ride today. Faye has been in D’s pasture for a while but was on the back burner for one reason or another; life’s roller coaster has brought her to to the foreground as D’s endurance prospect and they are a great pair that I anticipate seeing out on the AERC trail in the near future! It was so good to see her out enjoying and training for the sport we all love on a horse that can take her there.
Anyhoo, this morning I dragged ole Scrapper out and dusted him off. Or tried to. He’s pretty well a pink pinto poopaloosa all summer and today was no exception. We hauled to the lake where D was ready and waiting, threw on 2 Vipers and 2 Rennys, the Skito and Sensation treeless, his full bitted bridle and running martingale, and away we went. The only horse work I have gotten done in the last month aside from general  maintenance for 5 1/2 were some round pen sessions with Scrappy working on giving to the bit. Today was his first day out on the trail since our round pen work, with the very forgiving running martingale there only as a reminder should he feel the need to throw his head up and channel a giraffe, which he did *once* today and not again. He traveled quite nicely and didn’t have any back soreness after the ride. But of course our sweat mark wasn’t right. @#@#$(&&!@(#$. And more on that later.
pre ride snooze
heading out with D and Faye

Faye shared her mush snacks with Scrappy at the hill summit. It might be ❤

Scrappydooo

don’t mind if I do

Looking at stuff. Important Stuff.

 D uses Easyboots and I use Renegades, and we both had hind boots we thought potentially iffy before we set off but neither said or did anything about it. We rode off and sure enough both lost said iffy boots on separate steep uphills; mine was after water and the cable broke.  That boot had at least a thousand miles on it so I’m not bothered, and replacing the cables is easy.

Oh, the sweat mark? Same old. Almost perfect *but* his bigger left shoulder gets a pressure spot. D suggested and lent a couple versions of a gel pad to go back behind that spot and give some lift, alleviate the bridging. It’s a testament to the soothing magic of a horseback ride long needed that a broken boot and unresolved saddle issues leaves me with nothing but relaxed smiles right now. A good horse will do that. 

Tevis 2014: Rushcreek Love!

Another fabulous Tevis weekend is in the books!  This year I signed on to crew for Laura Hayes and Rushcreek Seth from New York/Nebraska; I had watched a friend ride Seth to a top 20 Tevis completion in 2012 while crewing for KC and was so excited this year to be crewing for Seth as his owner Laura rode him through.

GIANT thumbs up coz it’s Friday of Tevis again! heading to Robie to meet horse & rider 

 time to play my favorite road-to-Robie game: will the bumper of the RV/fancy rig in front of you drag the ground?  in 2012 I watched a cherry red convertible make this drive with bated breath!

Arrived at Robie Park–the mighty Rushcreek Seth of course!! what a gorgeous creature
Time to go vet in! Horse and rider ready

 Seth and Laura vet in at Robie park with Doc Lydon

 looking good at trot out

After a successful vet in, I gathered my crew gear and instructions, wished Laura and her two rig partners a happy evening and start, and headed for my traditional Tevis dwelling, Motel 6 in Auburn. I generally get no more than and usually less than 6 hours of sleep over the entire weekend at the motel but the chance to rush back and *shower* when I have the chance is much appreciated.

Personally, I approach crewing as a mission. My mission is made somewhat harder by my sensitivity to heat which ended in my heat stroking out of being there for the stadium finish last year, so I really have to approach crewing like I’m in my own little endurance ride. As such, I get up bright and early and am in the first line of cars to get into Robinson so that my rider gets a good spot to relax, AND so that my rig is parked up top and my hiking/hauling is minimal. This was especially crucial this year as I had a few crew bags to carry, was trying to avoid overheating, and had only my 2 arms to accomplish everything.

in line for Robinson Flat long before 6 am when they let us in

the Robinson Flat fun ramps up as crews and volunteers arrive

 spot staked out for Laura and Seth

 was a little chilly up there Sat morning, ahh here comes the sun

 crew milling around waiting for riders to come down the lane into Robinson

 Laura and Seth arrived just about when I was anticipating them, and I rushed to dump off his saddle at our crew area and get back to him with some hay snacks. In true Rushcreek fashion Seth doesn’t like carrots or most randomly offered snack items, so having hay in hand was the key!

quick blood draw after P&R and before Vetting in. This is the third year of a study looking for indicators in blood work that might be early predictors of brewing metabolic issues

 Vetting at Robinson, Seth is casual as ever, and ready for some grub

 Good blood work, great vet in, time for a snack and cell break 

 what, doesn’t every Tevis horse stand quietly “log tied” at 36 mile Out Timer? I *love* rushcreeks

setting an alarm for 10 minutes before out time is my favorite way to not get behind. Be sure to  keep track of those pesky little time cards though! I ran back and found ours floating in Seth’s water bucket..got that sorted and Laura and Seth ride away looking great with junior Rhea on a Global horse tagging along

Thanks to my early arrival and parking up top, once Laura was on her way I only had about a 1/2 mile haul of gear to my truck and skeedaddled out of there to go assess the Foresthill situation. This was my first time crewing totally solo; the last years being part of a team definitely helped prepare me for the experience but I was still not entirely sure *what* I was going to do at Foresthill since my rider hitched a ride and wouldn’t have a rig there, it was hot and shadeless, etc. Fortunately I found her rig partners and hid in their shade for a few hours until their faster rider went through and they and their shade left in pursuit of her. At that point I set up in the weak shade my truck provided, and hoped the temperatures would cool before Laura’s arrival.

She rode in about 7 pm and the temperatures had cooled AND some shade had arrived, phew!

Foresthill vet check

 trot out at 68 miles

snacks and shade, stat! cheeseburgers and hay, bit of rest, then a  girth and saddle pad change

 Time to go again! Laura and Seth ready

 Heading out of 68 mile Foresthill stop..

 ..and that Tevis moon is a rising!

 Once the pair were on their way out of Foresthill I visited my best Auburn friends, Shower and In n Out Burger. After making sure Seth’s stall was clean and stocked, Laura’s gear was back in her trailer/stall out of my rig, and I had my Finish line necessities (fleece for Seth, snacks), I spent 5 or 6 hours deliriously visiting with folks in Auburn Stadium while feverishly pressing Refresh on Laura’s name on the fabulous Tevis Webcast.  I had a fun interlude where the spot I chose to relax in the bleachers turned out to be ant infested; there was rather a lot of hopping around and swearing and blanket shaking before I crawled to another spot and surrendered to sleep on the friendly metal floor amid the acrid smell of murdered ants.

3 AM, she’s at the Finish!!! UP AND ADAM!  Here they come, WOOHOO!!!

 Final vetting at Auburn Stadium finish line

 final trot out, and after 3 years of photos I don’t think I’ll ever manage a clear photo of this part of the day, too dark and dusty and the cell phone battery is too far gone–but the picture is clear, regardless–Seth and Laura FINISHING! 

Success! And a welcome stall.

 It was so special to be a part of Laura and Seth’s Tevis adventure; Seth has many quirks that remind me so strongly of my Scrappy boy, but Seth is a bit more motivated and impressive on trail! Still he has that relaxed, unimpressed by trot outs, quirky Rushcreek thing going on and it inspires me that my quirky slow  Scrappy fella and I will get out there and get er done too maybe, at some point. I don’t doubt Scrappy’s ability in the least but some of his unenthusiastic ride habits do make me question his enjoyment of endurance occasionally.  It was really great/special/inspiring to see how a relaxed Rushcreek fellow pulls this thing called Tevis off. Thank you for including me, Laura and Seth! Happy trails and safe travels East.

Rushcreek Mischief

After weeks of temperatures over one hundred degrees we woke the other morning to the relief of cloud cover and a world gently washed clean overnight. 
The break has lasted for a couple of days now and while the humidity is undeniable the double digits are heavenly. You can almost hear the land slurping up the pattering of moisture eagerly; the horses seemed a bit disgruntled by the warm wet, except Rory, who currently isn’t bothered by much except the SWISHSWISH of the fly spray bottle.  Life is good with groceries in front of your nose!
The light rain and epic dust made for some filthy ponies so Scrappy got a cool shower with moist boots on to help soak his rock hard feet before I trimmed him. 
Rory seemed pretty interested in doings and was due for some handling time so I took her for a walk around the place when we were done. Another fun perk of our 20 acres is that just going out and exploring Home can be quite the experience, with so much to see for youngsters at various training levels. My husband scraped in a pretty good little track with the tractor last fall that winds down out of sight of the house to the bottom of the biggest pasture and on back up the hill, which is my current “trail” riding for Sheza and I. We’re also working on clearing another little trail out back through the wooded acres behind the gelding pasture. Meantime, there’s also truck and boat and hay bale and dirt pile obstacles to present learning fillies with, and Rory really takes it in stride. I don’t know entirely what I mean by it when I say “she should be an obstacle horse trick pony” but that’s the kind of attitude that I think this gal has: a healthy sense of curiosity, an oral fixation, low on the reactive spooking scale, and perhaps what it all really adds up to: a sense of mischief. 
Rory-legs! She’s just shy of 13 hands at 1 yr old…
Here’s a tale of two genetic lines: 18 year old Haat Shaat Arabian Desire is not happy about standing on black mats, ever. Hoses are bullshit, for that matter. Combine the two, and it’s a pack of woes. Then you have one year old Rushcreek Arabian Rory behind her, busily goosing her, chewing on her tail, or kicking anything that clanged loudly and resulted in Desire jumping mid hoof trim. I may have thrown a grain scoop in Rory’s general direction and she may have marched around with it in her mouth after. 
Then there’s this off roading Rory charged into voluntarily today on her walk about. She really liked this dirt pile. 🙂

 So much filly fun!

Happy Birthday Rushcreek Aurora!

On the evening of April 23rd, 2014, nearly 6 months after I first saw her picture under For Sale on a Facebook page, a scrappy 8 month old bay filly stepped off of a shiny transport trailer at the end of our driveway. 3 days previously she had followed a stranger and a bucket of grain onto the first trailer she’d ever set hoof on, in Eastern Nebraska; 1500 miles later she disembarked to an eager redhead, hollering kin, and a  whole lot of green.
welcome to California, have some grass! 

(wait, you already have a Scrappy..)


True, and though the barn name fit her better in that moment than it did the rightful gelding owner, she was to be called something else. On paper she is Rushcreek Aurora, a strange coincidence which leaves her needing yet another name, because THAT one is already in every day use here too. Though there are some current votes for Freckles, this littlest Rushcreek nugget of mine is now familiarly known as Rory.
early days..lying down eating is AWESOME
filly yoga

testing her legs on CA turf

 scruffy 8 mo old RC butt

early clues that Rory is really into Selfies.. ❤

Starting to gain weight and pretty pleased with herself

the FIRST mash she ever ate. Took 3 weeks and a different sort of hay pellet to convince her that wet mush is all that is good
starting to shed out, getting interested in human doings, like throwing random ropes around
and that’s how exciting her first haltering was! 40 minutes of “I’d rather not” and Tah Dah, halter broke baby 

Oh yeah, this Selfie thing is going to work out..
Weeks roll by and Rory grows in girth and height–as does her affinity for humans
she outgrew her baby halter and moved onto Sheza’s old hand-me-down ❤
Rory learning about standing for hoof trims

  

Once she was convinced humans were the bomb, Rory got to hang out with step-momma Desire to learn some more horse manners. They love each other as only mares can…

 ..with caution.. 

 Summer got hotter and the Selfies kept rolling in

riding my other filly Sheza, looking down at her momma Desire and step-sis Rory

Just last week! Rory’s front end is finally catching up to her hind 😀

And finally….Yesterday was Rory’s 1st birthday! Hard to believe how far she has come both physically and mentally in the *3 months* she’s been here (really, that’s all?!). As you can see, we have leveled up on Selfies, we don’t even need halters anymore. 

Happy Birthday Rory filly, here’s to many more!