Continuing on with my best and worst days with horses series, here’s the second “worst day”. My horsemanship journey has been filled with lots of highs and lots of lows, all of which taught me something. These experiences made me the horsewoman I am today.
I can’t even honestly remember the name of the farm it was at. Although, I remember that it was a pretty typical show morning. I got to the farm super early to get my horse and my tack loaded. Luckily, by this time in her career, Zelda knew that getting on the trailer was not an optional thing.
We got to the event. I remember tacking up for my dressage ride and having a great warm-up ride. I should have known it was too good to be true! When it came time to make my way to the dressage arena, I realized that the arena was on a hill. A hill that was way far away from the rest of the horses and activity.
Being the chestnut, warmblood mare she was she didn’t want to leave the warm up to go up to the ring. It took a lot of circling and whipping, but I got her up there just in time to go down the centerline.
Our Dressage Test
She was wound up tight. Felt like a bomb ready to explode. I felt like I was riding a rocket or something because she felt unnervingly powerful, but she was rocking that dressage test. I could hardly believe it, she was going so well, but I could tell that every bone and muscle in her body was tense and ready to blow.
We finished almost the whole dressage test, as we were coming across the diagonal in the free walk and I was about to pick up my contact to collect her again, she reared straight up and landed with her front half outside the dressage arena. She got us eliminated and we were so close to being done, I was completely in shock.
Even though I was eliminated, the judge waved me up and complimented me on the test. We would have won the dressage! The whole test had 9’s on it until the big red E when she reared and we got eliminated.
The show stewards allowed me to still show jump and run the cross country anyway. B
If we had not been eliminated after dressage, she probably would have dropped me in the water on the cross country course. Or I would have forgotten my show jumping course, and it would have been my fault we got eliminated.
Anyway, that event was the beginning of the end of my red mares career as a riding horse. Only Zelda could have been that amazing and that awful, all in one day!