Sorry for the delay in getting this up. I had another week where I was out of the house almost all the time, and when I was home, too tired to write. Hopefully that phase is behind me for a little while.
Anyway, Saturday started off with a surprise. After walking the XC course (and taking picutres) on Friday night, I had stayed the night at my sister's house so I could get going right away. But one of the other horses, namely Bandit, had other ideas. He'd gotten out sometime in the night, and was pacing up and down the fence line trying to get back in. So I had to go fetch him and lead him around to the gate, which was made harder by the fact that he was all amped up. I get him back in with the other horses, hooked up the trailer, loaded Royal in (who could tell right away that I was NOT in the mood for any nonsense), and we headed out. It took about an hour and a half to get to Steepleview, but traffic was light.
After I unloaded Royal, we went straight to the lunging arena, which overlooked pretty much the whole facility. This gave Royal plenty to look at, but he was able to run most of his adrenaline off. We went back to the trailer and I got him cleaned up and attempted to start braiding him. I say "attempted" because we were parked really close to the XC course, particularly Training Level jumps 4 and 5. So while I tried to get him all nice and braided, he kept moving his head to get a look at the people walking the course and later the horses and riders on the course. Obviously, this did not make for good braiding. I kept trying to figure out where best to position him, but each place had something he couldn't see and he kept trying to move to see it and everything else. So I had to move with him, muttering under my breath that I am going to blindfold him next year. Or roach his mane. Or both.
While trying to braid Mr. Wigglesworth, I ended up slicing my finger on my scissors. Which had nothing to do with Royal and everything to do with my own clumsiness, but it started bleeding very profusely. No problem, I thought, as I usually keep a travel pack of band-aids in my purse. Which I opened up to find completely empty. I searched the truck for a first-aid kit and asked the people at the trailers around me if anyone had any bandages. No one did, so I had to improvise one from Vetrap, which didn't help a lot, but it did stem the bleeding. I finished braiding Royal (which only looked like a tipsy monkey did it, instead of a completely drunk one, like I usually do), tacked up, and headed over to the dressage warm-up. The bit check lady wad very nice and even tighten my girth a smidge for me. And of course the warm-up was completely chaotic. Royal and I had to navigate around bucking and balking horses, people just standing around looking off into space, and shrieking trainers going "REMEMBER TO PUSH! INSIDE LEG! DON'T FORGET TO SMIIIIIIIIIIIIILE!" We were able to get to a quieter spot, but the chaos was making it hard for us to keep a rhythm. He would be going along holding the contact really nicely, and then we have to stop or slow down to avoid crashing into someone. It was really frustrating, not to mention that my finger really hurt and I could tell blood was soaking through the wrap and into my glove. It was such a relief when it was time for my test.
Overall, I think it was the best test we ever did in competition. 75% of the time, Royal held the contact fairly steady. He was mouthing the bit quite a bit out of nervousness, and we had a few blips of dropping the contact, but I felt really good about it. He wasn't too keen about getting close to the flowers, but that will come. But all in all, I thought he was fantastic. The judge, however, disagreed and gave 45.7 penalties. It seems her theme was connection with a bit, and any small loss of such automatically gave you a 6. As we had little blips in almost all the movements, we got pretty much all 5s and 6s. No 4s, and we did get a 6 on our free walk ("needs consistent stretching w/relaxed ?sides?") and 7 on gaits. Apparently Royal shows potential, but needs to be more constantly connected with the bit. Which, hey, I agree with. Pretty much everyone scored lowly under this judge, so I know it's probably just her style.
After get Royal untacked and getting him some water, I peeled my blood soaked glove off and went in search of band-aids. I had to go all the way to the EMTs, who asked me very sternly when my last tetanus shot was, to find one. Finger bandaged, and a hot dog later, I got Royal all unbraided and ready for XC. They were started us off every 2 minutes, so I had to make sure we could get all the time we needed. I instantly loved the warm-up steward when she kicked all the superfluous people out ("If you're not a coach, get out of the warm-up ring NOW!") and Royal and I could warm up in peace. He popped over all the warm up jumps without hesitation, and we were able to mosey around before we had to go to the start box. Just before we were supposed to start, Callae, the person who owns the stable where Royal stays in Bayfield, came over to say hi. She'd brought her horse down and was competing in Training. Then it was "5, 4, 3, 2, 1, go!"
The one in the middle is the BN/Starter jump. The white part was a little sign saying it would be lowered for Starter, and it was still there on Saturday. I like the fact that it was in the middle this year, since it made run-outs difficult. Royal peeked at the white part, but hopped right over. Then it was up the hill a ways and a right turn to...
This also got a look, but he popped over. We kept going down the hill to...
The Return of the Scrabble Jump! Yay! This jump is just made of awesome. He peeked at it a bit, but again went right over. We kept going downhill and swung slightly right to...
This one was easy. He barely looked at it. We then had to turn left to...
He sort of hesitated a bit at the entrance, but then I reminded him of Lake Superior, and he trotted though. It was then on to...
This one was tricky. You could either go around a big tree and take the long approach, or go between the big tree and a line of little trees for a shorter approach. I choose the short approach, which ended up being a mistake and Royal didn't read it as a jump until we were pretty much on top of it. He skittered to the left and we circled around and popped over with no problem. This is something we need to work on though. We're so used to jumping in big open fields or arenas that Royal is not used to seeing things behind trees. So, definitely have to work on that for next year. We swung left and up hill to...
This was the down bank last year, but we jumped up this year. You could also take a long or short approach to this one, and the short one ended up working well. I felt the hill was easier to navigate that way, and Royal leapt up the bank like he was Superhorse. It was straight to...
He kind of peaked at this one, being that it was sort of in shadows, but went over. We turned leftand came out of the woods to...
This was at the top of the hill and rode really well. We went down the hill to...
I felt this was a sort of half-coffin. You can see the ditch in the background, and there was about 6 strides between them, and no room to circle. I was unsure of how this would ride, since Royal sometimes doesn't realize a ditch is in front of him until it's too late, and then he puts on the brakes. We ended up trotting this and dropped back down into a trot before...
He jumped it, a little bigger than necessary, and, as I realized later, one of his hind boots slipped down to his hoof. He took a few stutter steps, but I couldn't feel any lameness, so we continued on to...
Again, no problems. We continued straight, following the tree line to...
Boing! The skinniness did add a bit of a challenge, but Royal and I are used to that. So we turned left around the trees to...
There was a jump hiding in the bushes on the the approach to this one, which Royal spooked at, but he refocused and jumped this one well. We went up the hill and right to...
He spooked a bit at the flowers, but went right over and down the hill to...
The last jump! We powered right over and through the finish flags.
It was awesome! We went home tired but ready for Sunday's stadium jumping.
Sunday also started early. We arrived fairly early so I could watch Callae's round, and she ended up get fifth! Good for her. The Novice divisions flew past and before I knew it, it was time for us to get ready and warm up. They'd gotten new stadium jumps this year and they were BRIGHT. Really really bright. Almost everything was shiny and colorful, which would make thing interesting. After mounting up, I took Royal to a more isolated part of the warm up and let him hand gallop for a bit to get his feet moving. He seemed ready to go and soon it was our turn.
I really had to hold his hand at the beginning, but soon he realized that the shiny jumps were still safe and we ended up with a DOUBLE CLEAR round! I was so proud of him, and we ended up in seventh place, getting our first ribbon at a horse trial, recognized or otherwise.
It was awesome. He was just wonderful and I could not have asked for more from him. We've come a long way.
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