Thursday, November 06, 2008

And So, It Begins -- Hazel's First Day (Part One)

I woke up bright and early this morning for the first morning of the National Trail Championship. As usual, my stomach was tight and I had no appetite, so we quickly got ready and drove over to the Oregon Horse Center.

This time, my husband, Travis, came with me. Usually he gets out of shows because of his work schedule, but this time he'd agreed to be there the entire time to be my groom. Not that the mules take much grooming for this show -- it's too late in the year to even clip them -- but it's nice to have someone there to run back to the stall when you forgot your hat.

Maxine was waiting in her stall when we arrived. It was strange to think that I wouldn't even have to tack her up this year. It would save a lot of time, but I was sad that we wouldn't be competing against the big boys in the Open class. Still, I was firm in my decision to put her health over my selfishness... er, happiness.

Hazel and Molly did have to be tacked up, but I wouldn't ride them until later, so it could wait. Instead, we wandered over to participate in the walk through.

Ah, the trail course walk through. This is one of my least favorite parts of the trail show. While I do appreciate the chance to walk through the course and ask questions of the judges -- I've learned a hell of a lot that way -- I am often annoyed by how much people over-think the course.

Here's how it works: First I get a course map from the show office. The map includes a primitive drawing of the course with the obstacles numbered, typically from one to 20. Above that is a description of what to do at each obstacle, such as enter pond, walk between two rocks, circle waterfall, etc. Then, I head over to the course to walk through on my own, deciphering the map as I go.

Now, I'll admit that the map is sometimes so crudely drawn that it's difficult to follow through some obstacles. Major, the gent who runs the show, is the first to admit that the drawings are less than perfect. In fact, he often claims that the map was drawn at 4:00 a.m.! Even so, it doesn't take too much common sense to figure 95% of the stuff out. The rest I just take at face value, but not everyone does.

The walk through starts with Major explaining the course while Mario, the head groundskeeper, walks the course. This is very helpful, if you can get in the front of the pack and follow Mario through the course. Unfortunately, folks start to pile up and go off course, confusing those behind them. This leads to the inevitable questions: "Do we go to the left of the right of the rock?"

Personal observation: Okay, call me a brash snob, but personally I really don't care what side of the rock you ride on. In my book, you take the side that (a) keeps you in view of the judge, (b) looks the most difficult, and (c) is, above all, safe. Nevertheless, the topic is discussed at length until every person who wasn't listening when the last person asked the same question has received a satisfactory answer.

The show starts immediately after the walk through, so I go and get Molly and Hazel ready. My first class of the day is with Hazel in the Logan Arena. That's the smaller arena that's intended for riders and/or animals that aren't quite ready for the big course in the Silverado Arena. My trainer suggested that I enter Hazel in this side because it was her first time being ridden in this show and there was a Donkey, All Riders class. Much to my disappointment, I was the only rider in the class.

Personal observation: Some folks would be exstatic to be the only rider in the class because it's a guaranteed blue ribbon. However. I'm highly competitive. While I enjoy my time in the class regardless, I'd much prefer to compete against at least four other riders. I have principles, you know!

About 30 minutes before my class I took Hazel to the arena to warm up. Anyone who's ridden a well-trained donkey knows that they don't need much in the line of warm-up. If you can get a donkey to trot you're doing well. Therefore, I didn't think it would take much to get her ready.

Much to my surprise, Hazel was sharp and ready to go. A little bit too ready. Like Maxine at her first show trail show three years ago, Hazel was dreadfully bothered by the unpredictable crowd in the warm-up arena. Unlike a regular show, the trail show attracts folks who don't normally spend time on the show circuit. Therefore, they don't quite have a handle on proper warm-up arena etiquette.

To make matters at little more intense, a few of the riders have horses that must be warmed up at a full-out gallop. While many of these folks are good riders, they sometimes forget that not everyone in the ring -- be it rider or animal -- is as experienced as they are. Hazel was in that group. Every time a horse would gallop alongside her, she would tense up and speed forward. Once or twice she even broke into a trot, headed for the gate -- not common for a donkey, especially Hazel. Each time she stopped obligingly, but I could tell that she was rattled.

To be continued...

Photo: Hazel loves attention!

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Thinking With Your Head... Not Your Heart

Tomorrow is the first day of the National Trail Championship at Oregon Horse Center, and for once I'm not exactly excited about it. You see, Maxine's leg has just not healed 100 percent. She's so close to sound that it's tempting to enter her in the riding class, but I know that would be a big mistake.

For the last three shows, we've won the In Hand Open class. My goal is to win the class once again. As much as I want to ride her, I know that if I take that chance, I run the risk of injuring her leg on the rough terrain. That would ruin my chances of winning any class -- In Hand or otherwise.

Therefore, I've made the decision with my head, not my heart, to enter Max only in the In Hand Open this weekend. I will miss our chance to ride the course together, but her long term health is more important than this show.

Fortunately, I'm not out of the riding all together. My trainer asked me to ride Molly, the big Belgium-cross mule in the Mules, All Riders class. She also let me bring Hazel, the mammoth donkey to ride in the Logan Arena (the smaller course). Since I'm not riding Max, I've decided to enter Hazel in the Novice Horse class in the Silverado arena as well. It's her first time being ridden in this show, so who knows how it will go. Either way it will be a lot of fun!

Sunday, November 02, 2008

When They Tug at Your Heart Strings

Today was lesson day. Despite some questionable weather, I headed to the barn to see what I could learn. There's less than a week until the big trail show, so I wanted to put some final tuning on my skills before the big weekend.

When I arrived, I noticed that the smaller field was empty, so I asked my trainer if I could put Maxine out for a little grazing. She said it would be fine as long as I could bring her in before she needed to use the trial obstacles for lessons, so I fetched Max from her stall and led her to the field.

Personal observation: I like to put Maxine out as much as I can, but she really can't be on pasture 24/7. When I bought her, I was told that she'd foundered a few years before. That being the case, I am cautious about her grass intake.

As soon as I removed her halter, Max was nose down in the dirt, looking for a place to roll. Within minutes, she was covered head to hoof in black soil. Her antics left me grinning from ear to ear. Little makes me happier than watching Max enjoy a good roll in the dirt.

When her attention turned to the grass, I wander back up the hill to tack up Molly. After a thorough grooming, I tossed on a saddle her back, slipped on a bridle, and headed up to the driveway (our makeshift arena). As I warmed Molly up for her first lesson, I'd often steal a glance a Maxine, who was romping in the pasture. She was having a grand old time -- running about, stretching her legs.

When it came time to bring her in, I wasn't sure what to expect. Typically, Max is easily caught. I simply walk up to wherever she's parked in the field, toss a rope over her neck, and slip the bridle on. This time, however, she seemed so happy to be out that I thought a chase might ensue.

I walked down the the fence and unclipped her halter from the fence. As I entered the pasture, Maxine's head lifted and her eyes met mine. As I stood near the gate, gently calling her name, she ambled over and dropped her head to grab a last bite of grass just a few feet from where I stood. I walked over, tossed the rope over her neck, and slipped her bridle on. A soft cluck and we were on our way.

Photo: Maxine grabs a bit of grass from the upper pasture -- also known as the front lawn. She's a great substitute for a weed eater.