Tack Update: Sensation Treeless Saddle (mostly)

I had a notion upon purchasing Scrappy that a short backed, round, not super wither-y horse would be easy to sort saddle wise, but that hasn’t been the case. In the last calendar year since I bought him I’ve ridden Scrappy quite a few conditioning miles and 140 AERC miles– in a Specialized Eurolight, Abetta western saddle, Frank Baines English all Purpose, Specialized Trailmaster, and now finally the Sensation English Trail treeless saddle. The Specialized were difficult to get shimmed to level without rock on him (and I traded the Eurolight for the Frank Baines), the Abetta didn’t fit once he lost some fat, the Frank Baines seemed wonderful til he shed out with matching hairless spots behind the shoulders…and we now have 40 miles in the Sensation treeless saddle, with a rating of So Far, So Good.

My mini journey with the Sensation has thus far included multiple adjustments of course. I have no experience with treeless saddles or pads with inserts previously, so I was mining friend’s experience for pearls of wisdom but figured I’d start with the Sensation pad the saddle came with. My initial impressions of the Sensation pad were that for all that I was hearing that firm foam (or some foam) was the way to go with treeless saddles, the pad was quite lacking in the foam department entirely. Also I thought the multitude of seams on the underside didn’t look very friendly for rubbing about for many miles on a horse I know to be sensitive skinned. But what can you do but try!

Scrappy in Sensation with Sensation pad

underside of Sensation pad, post ride. See all those crazy seams?!

After a short test ride Scrappy had a decent sweat mark but you could see every seam reflected in it and there was just no way I would want to go 50 miles with that under there. Also I didn’t get much wither clearance with that set up and friends agreed to go to a non top loading pad with some firm foam. If you’ve looked into Skito, Haf, or Equipedic pads at all you’ll see that there is a decent price tag attached and since I was trialing the saddle, too, I hoped to find a firm foam pad that I could borrow to try out before committing. Riding buddy N came through again with a Haf pad with firm foam inserts that she met me with at the trail head just a day or two later. The ride was cushier than ever and the sweat mark post ride was superior.

regrowing hair spots at the shoulders+goop pre-ride, that’s why it looks mussed, but quite even sweat mark in person, with good spine clearance shown for a super sweaty horse

Sensation with Haf pad with firm foam inserts

My other issue has been the stirrup set up. The first time I rode in it as it came, with this interesting stirrup attachment that effectively buckles your stirrup to the bottom of your saddle flap. The notion is stability but being short legged and metal ankle-ed I immediately discovered that where I needed the stirrups to be put the buckle digging directly into my ankle at the top of my Terrain, something not taken care of with the simple addition of a fleece tube (I tried). I also found the artificial stability to be a bit constricting, maybe because my ankle likes a wonky angle. Fortunately the saddle had the open stirrup bar attachment so I just took their leathers off, tucked the now extraneous strap at the bottom of the saddle flap down where the girth billets go, and put my Webber leather with composite stirrups on.

In that set up I mounted, settled, Scrappy walked off, and I nearly fell on my face! I haven’t mentioned yet but I have discovered that treeless saddles really make you *ride* the horse, not the saddle, if you want to stay top side and centered, that is. To me it feels like riding in a really bitchin bareback pad, in that you can feel everything in the horse’s movement and have to ride with your seat but are super cushioned and comfortable at the same time. After each ride in the Sensation I have been sore as if I’ve been riding bareback, for sure. Those seat and quad muscles that you forgot that you had say HELLO, how are you? Oh, you thought you could walk? I also gave myself shin splints or some equivalent by hiking 3 miles steep downhill on a ride last week, hobbled for a few days after that one. So as for the falling on my face, attaching free swinging leathers (underneath a full saddle sheepskin, ah thank you) after I’d ridden it with stirrups previously  attached at that base strap provided me an even freer free riding experience–and I nearly toppled forward until I got my seat properly under myself and rode the horse, not the saddle or stirrups. Once I got acclimated I no longer had buckles digging into my leg, my seat was EXTRA cushy, and oh yes, I could see doing 50 miles in this! I’ve been making myself check and retighten the girth multiple times as instructed, something I’m generally guilty of not doing.

So, I feel like it’s improving my seat and giving me a *good* soreness, and I really enjoy the ride of the treeless. I’m certainly not fool enough to think that 40 miles of trail proves much of anything about long term saddle fit at this point, but I did feel it was promising enough to purchase the used Sensation from a fellow endurance rider. Following the advice of endurance buddies with a lot of miles riding treeless in all temperatures and geography I opted to go with a Skito saddle pad which I’ve just now ordered. ~*Squee!!*~ (I choose to be excited about a quality long lasting product rather than appalled over the cost of said product!) Skito has a great service on their site where you can submit a form detailing saddle fit issues and attach photos of the horse you’re trying to fit; they emailed me back in about a week with advice on what inserts and foam to use and I just had to choose fabric and color and away we went. I’ll be updating you all with the pad’s arrival and performance of course.

current incarnation of tack, with full bridle and Myler full cheek snaffle, time for some work ON the bit instead of avoiding it, eh Scrappydoo. The saddle set up is like a memory foam bed ❤

The treeless does highlight our only other real performance issue, which is a real enough one–Scrappy was essentially just cowboy trail broke in a hackamore when I bought almost a year ago, which is great, but once your fat lazy gelding gets fitted up and gets out on a chilly race morning turns out he channels Hi Ho Silver, and a hackamore with no lateral give just doesn’t do the trick anymore. He carries himself well naturally but wasn’t trained to giving to the bit and collecting, so he doesn’t have a great idea of what to DO with a bit in his mouth at this point, besides point his chin at the sky and play Hollowback the Giraffe. We’ve got some work to do on that, and I look forward to getting some pointers from my trainer April when I go north to pick up Sheza hopefully next week. Sheza, by the way, got cleared by the vet on Tuesday to return to work and has been dishing up some sass to April but it’s nothing she can’t handle.  Here she is at April’s on Tuesday:

Finally I just have to add that my husband took a nasty spill the other day and my dogs have been in and out of the vet for various reasons; I can’t stress enough to readers both constant vigilance re: animals (and re: adventurous husbands, apparently) AND a seriously well stocked med kit. That may be worth another blog post actually, as I have recently discovered that some of the “fully stocked” kits that you can buy can be sort of a joke and I’ll be rebuilding my own kit very soon after using up most of the supplies in the last few weeks. 
Another time! 

The Spaces In Between

I have loved endurance since I trotted my way through that first LD as a junior 12 years ago. It was a fitting introduction to a die-hard sport, as my sponsor and I, along with most of the rest of the field, got thrown at what we can only assume was a mountain lion crossing; I caught our horses and my mentor ended up with a concussion and was done at the halfway vet check, but another kindly rider took on myself and my angsty Appendix mare and we finished the ride in fine style on the correct side of our horses. That day I won a grain scoop that I still use to this day, and that first vet check card is still in my drawer. That day, I found my passion for horses channeled into a sport full of wonderfully wild people with hearts full of adventure. 
In 12 years and with that professed love of the sport you might expect that I have some sort of impressive AERC record to throw at you at this point, but I assure you that isn’t the case. With 355 endurance miles and 400 LD miles on a couple of different horses, I’m just an average joe with my foot in the door of AERC. In those 12 years though I have ridden thousands of trail miles on uncountable horses, and oh, the things I have learned. 
for instance, mini horses make good supervisors, who knew?
One big lesson has surely been the acknowledgement and appreciation of what I have; I’m a redhead so I have fuming down to an art form, but has anyone else found themselves frustrated or totally disappointed that they can’t go to a ride/the tack isn’t fitting right/the horse found that one rock in the trail? All that work and time and money for nothing andandand!!  I find myself occasionally mired down in these details and then have to stop and reassess. It generally goes something like this:
So let’s get this straight:
1. I have a horse?! (How lucky am I!)
2. I have the time or $ to even think about let alone get to go to an endurance ride? (How lucky am I!)
And finally, no really–
3.I have a horse?! (How lucky am I!)
Scrappy does Handsome in the full DD bridle and full cheek Myler snaffle the other day, Oolala
no better way to see country than from a horse!
Still, I have goals in endurance and higher dreams of what I hope to achieve. I’ve spent the last year with Scrappy getting to know him, changing every single piece of tack, trying to get it right, regrouping and trying again. At some point along the way my busy brain must always kick and remind me that while we’d all love to be kicking back in the after-glow of some fabulous success, with a delirious grin and perhaps a buckle to boot, the reality is that most of the time we’re all just grubby folks in tights and t-shirts doing the in-between and life work trying to make those moments happen. I hope that we can all remember that those miles, those moments or hours or years, those attempts and failures–those spaces in between–are what get us to those bigger crowning achievements. Hug your horse, remember why you started this craziness in the first place, and enjoy the ride! 
A job well done, says supervisor Napoleon

Happy trails, however long they may be!

Summer Horses

First of all, officially summer or not, it’s been *hot.* Weather woes are all relative to your locale and personal preferences, but as a redhead raised on both coasts I think I can safely claim 100+ degrees for the last 5 days adequately hot! These are the days where all outdoor work is done very early, or very late, and in those hot afternoon hours there is nothing to do but take advantage of California’s generous geography–not 50 miles away it was 25 degrees cooler and totally gorgeous:
Meanwhile, back in the foothills, Rushcreek Aurora (Rory) has been blooming in the hot weather. Her new favorite activity is lying down in her hay pile and eating, but she is also game for mad evening gallops, whether anyone joins her or not.
foal hops
Why aren’t you running and galloping too, this is FUN!
In saddle news, Scrap has done about 40 extra sweaty miles in the last week, in the used treeless Sensation English trail saddle that I was trying out. His back has been very happy and I’ve been enjoying it though am definitely adjusting my riding a bit–and I’ve decided to buy it.  I sent in pictures and fit info about Scrappy to the Skito saddle pad people to have them set up and send me the appropriate Skito pad; I’ve been assured by treeless endurance riders that this is the best way to get the right pad for your saddle and who am I to argue, as a first time treeless saddle owner. I’ll keep you posted on how that all goes, of course! 
Some photos from yesterday’s slightly less hot but still appropriately sweaty 16 miles. Scrappy was working his dog done tired angle after it, he is so funny. If I hadn’t done the rides on him I’d never believe he could have gone on and finished a 30 or 50 easily right then. I think I’m discovering that he even counts me dismounting and walking on foot for a mile or two as someone else doing the leading, and he appreciates the mental break. I’ve had him for almost a year now and it’s been entirely about figuring him and us out, with various small frustrations, but what a good time it’s been.
Rushcreek love ❤
noble boy in his “new” Sensation English Trail treeless saddle
shady trails are the best
Will ground tie for water..

 Scrappy loading himself 🙂

Plenty more horsey hijinxs to get up to in the next week with cooler weather forecast, the state Horse Expo going on this weekend, and some Scrappy hair salon time on the docket. Stay tuned and stay cool!

Happy Trails, Rambo!!

He came home scrappy looking and limping in January and leaves us fat, glossy, and in leg swinging style on this appallingly hot June Sunday. I am so grateful to Back in the Saddle Project for connecting us with a great, experienced, multi-generational horse home just a few hours away. Rambo clearly vibed well with J and her kids and I look forward to hearing updates from them on Facebook in the future!

Rambo saying hey to Rory this morning, he had a grooming & last walk & mash

Leaving with his happy new owners this afternoon! 🙂

 Scrappy was left alone on that side of the property with Rambo gone so I moved mini horse Napoleon in with him. Scrappy was confuddled by this tiny spotty thing that zoomed around hollering for “his” mare he had left across the property. Picture a pissed off mini galloping around hollering, being followed slowly by a puzzled Rushcreek–and you might get a fraction the laugh that I got watching it happen!

Happy pasture/trails to our dear Rambo boy!!

A Rushcreek Sunday

Rushcreek Tracer (Scrappy) and Rushcreek Aurora (Rory) have the same grandsire and beyond that, for pedigree analysis, here, fend for yourselves:

http://www.allbreedpedigree.com/rushcreek+tracer
http://www.allbreedpedigree.com/rushcreek+aurora

Scrappy was born and raised at the Rushcreek ranch in Nebraska, while Aurora was bred by and at Rushcreek, but born off it at another ranch in Nebraska after pregnant broodmares were bought in the dispersal sale. Her first 9 months were spent with a couple of Rushcreek siblings in a paddock in a Nebraska summer and winter, then 5 weeks ago she stepped off the bus to sunny, green California:

 She’s had a lot of groceries and ripping around her gradually sloping paddock since, and I think it shows in this photo from this evening:

 They certainly are of disparate ages and childhoods, but of very similar ilk. There is a calm, self possessed bravery in both of them that is both undeniable and a pleasure to be around. They are curious, willing, interested, and sensible, but just quirky enough to never be boring. I better move on before I start composing a sonnet..

So before Rory got to shove her adorable nose in that bowl of noms–which, by the way, she is now a major convert of–I trimmed up Scrappy’s hooves this morning and tried the borrowed Sensation treeless saddles on him.

Scrappy, willing but dubious, when told to “STAY!” and model the Sensation English saddle

Both saddles seem like good fits and are deemed acceptable to try on longer trail rides. Scrappy’s saddle rubs have healed and regrown hair wonderfully and I’d say he’s now ready for those saddle test rides! Ahh, can’t wait to hit the trail, and also can’t remember the last time I was doing that and *not* testing some new piece of gear, whether large or small.

looking pretty for his mash ❤    he has shed out SO fleabitten this year! 

After my Scrappy session I had a lunch and movie matinee with a friend then scooted back home to spend the evening with Rushcreek Aurora. I caught her up in all of 60 seconds this time around and she marched eagerly out the gate at my side to do some more exploring around the property. You may notice she is wearing a different halter today, she has officially outgrown the foal halter she came in. 🙂

Auroras hanging out

 good filly having her hooves handled & cleaned

And what better way to end a lovely Sunday than with those promised Noms. From scorning mash to licking her bowl clean in 5 weeks. Clever filly ❤

A lot, but That’s Horses

“I’ll post that tomorrow.” becomes “I’ll do a week recap post.” becomes “Ughh, so much to catch up on and it’s stressful, I don’t wanna.”  But in the spirit of horse bloggerdom* here I sit, ready to catch you all up on what some of you already know, and others will be surprised to read. It seems these days easiest to break the story recaps down by critter name, I am literally to the point with dogs and horses where I’m calling them the other’s ones names like a person with a lot of kids. 

First, the easy ones! 
Scrappy is looking great, his saddle marks have grown hair back in wonderfully and only my total distraction over other horse, dog, and life issues have prevented me from trying out the treeless saddles still sitting in my tack room. Soon! 
Desire is queen boss as always, happily retired in pasture as my main filly babysitter, Mini horse torturer, and general Meal timekeeper. 
Blaze is looking great, he’s maintaining a really nice weight for him on his diet right now despite a light work load. Other’s would still call him rotund but you can just feel/see the line of ribs when he moves out and he is shiny and sassy as can be.
Rory is looking better every day, and is becoming a total convert to the Human Experience. She has started hollering at us when we drive in and is getting better at replying to “FILLY!” when I randomly call it, something that always got a goofy yell back from Sheza and that I love to do. 
Some photos from last week, thinking about being caught..
..45 minutes of mellow evasion, tahdah

 the Aurora’s 😉

brave girl marched around drinking from all the waters and investigating

 mentally tired, still wearing a little dewormer, decided that she ground ties 😉

 She licks her mash bowls clean now, loving the timothy/alfalfa pellet and SafeChoice mix. We’ve had a couple of great haltered sessions and so far she is truly living up to the steady Rushcreek reputation despite not having been born to the range scenario.

***And now, for some drama! ***
Rambo began to weave last week. I saw him doing it one evening by his fence line and the rhythmic motion of his head back and forth immediately caught my attention. It was far enough out and he didn’t have a fly mask on, so I had a passing notion that maybe, just maybe, he was scratching his forehead on the fence/keeping flies off with the rhythm. My gut told me that it was the early stages of that neurotic weaving I have only seen in unhappy, stabled, or lonely horses. He is living on Sheza’s Hill in my 2nd biggest pasture and sharing a fence line with Scrappy, so it’s a pretty ideal scenario but I do know that he has an active mind and wants to be engaged, something that his not-improved leg doesn’t entirely allow for.  (full Rambo back story here)
he’s certainly happy in his groceries..sigh

 I kept his fly mask on 24 hours for a couple days but sure enough saw him weaving at the fence line, in the mask, the next evening. He only does it for about 60 seconds at a time so far but I know that it can become a very nasty habit and need to be proactive immediately. My husband, used to my program of fixing up and rehoming horses, is ready for Rambo to move along and find his home, especially with the advent of the weaving. I understand his point and yet don’t feel comfortable rehoming Rambo with his bad leg, nor can I risk my youngsters/competition/old horses in a herd setting to see if that would make him happier, especially with my husband wishing him to move along.

I very seriously considered the option of humane euthanasia as I do feel that that is the most responsible action to take for a hurt or unhappy horse, who’s safe future once out of your hands you simply cannot guarantee. Anything else is what-ifs and maybes and fairy tales; even with a buy back or return contract and even with a sound horse, horses are going down the drain in terrible situations all over the country daily. 
Still, with the herd scenario still a very real possibility to quiet his mind and buy him time for his leg to heal, I reached out to a good friend who runs a wonderful local horse program, Back in the Saddle Project. Not to derail but there are many “horse rescues” out there going about things all wrong, and BITS simply isn’t one of them. Deb is the most hard working, tireless horse advocate I’ve had the pleasure to be around and by that I mean she is out there at all hours –after her full time job– all over CA, not just saving horses but actually rehabbing, evaluating, training, and placing them. Nothing about helping horses is easy, certainly not even giving them a dignified and humane death, but also that step beyond just “saving them” and actually going the extra mile to make that horse whole again, trained, and given a partner and a real life is huge and it simply isn’t done well very often in my experience. If you have time please do check out BITS and donate, foster, or adopt as you can.
Website and Facebook:
Back to Rambo, I asked Deb if she had a herd setting he might be able to try out, to see if that didn’t stop the weaving and give him the mental stimulation he needs for a time, while giving his hind end more chance to heal. Since BITS is local it would also be a safe location I could reevaluate him in *and* the perfect place to find another suitable home, if that were to ever be a good option for him.

As it stands now, Rambo heads out to join the BITS herd next week! 

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Sheza brought her own drama to the table this week, but first, let’s acknowledge (in my case revel in) how wonderfully she has been doing up at Moore Horses, here are a couple photos sent along by trainer April:

Wednesday evening Sheza went out for a short ride with trainer April, and on return the only thing evidenced was this tiny bloody dot on her left front:

 Upon returning an hour and a half later from riding another trainee, April discovered Sheza swollen up and favoring that left front. Here it is cleaned up, clearly minimal, but the swelling and lameness was undeniable:

Sheza patient. The hospital kind, not the calm/non pushy kind 😉
I am so fortunate and grateful to have April on the case, as she was sending me photos and updates immediately and set aside her schedule to take Sheza in to the vet the next morning, due to the nasty location of the puncture and swelling and the sudden onset lameness.

at vet next morning

 We got clear x rays on Thursday and the doc was fairly certain the tiny puncture wasn’t even an issue, but due to the lameness and what he felt may be suspensory ligament pain, we opted to send her on to the doc’s other facility for ultrasounds as soon as he could, which was the next day.

The vet called me yesterday afternoon with the good news that without any Bute for over 24 hours the swelling and lameness had decreased markedly, but I still opted for ultrasounds to be sure. Fortunately they were affordable through the vet and it gives me the peace of mind to truly know what is going on in her young leg. Within an hour or so Doc was back on the phone with the happy news that the ultrasounds looked good and she had most likely just whacked her leg and sored herself up. He recommended a couple of weeks off and a possible vet reevaluation before resuming work. PHEW!!!

April picked Sheza up at the vet last night and took her back home and as you may imagine, Princess face was not very amused at how her life had been going the last few days. Ooo cranky filly face!

In happier yet news, April messaged me this morning to say that the swelling and lameness is essentially gone! 

After discussing it with April, Sheza will be staying up there for the few weeks of rest, and in theory finishing her work with April when the leg is better. I have no reliable horse vet all of a sudden down here so her staying up there with April also ensures Sheza’s  leg can be reliably rechecked by vets that saw what happened if necessary. It is of course totally odd to be removed from it all and I miss her and want to be there for every moment, but I also know she couldn’t be in  better hands and am totally grateful to April.
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PHEW! So that is the horse wrap up. Meanwhile, one of our mini dachshund pups got run over by the Polaris side-by-side, but xrays and a week of rest confirmed him to be okay fortunately. Now he’s just covered in random hives for whatever reason. *sigh*  Good thing I don’t have human children, and that is the truth!!


*the spirit of Horse Bloggerdom to me is telling it all, the good, bad, and ugly, so we can all learn