I’m teaching a workshop for OCC RWA starting June 1 on Horse Sense, so it made sense to talk a little about my experiences with horses. This blog might also have been called ‘horse mad’ for as the family story goes, when I was two, and before I was doing much walking, I crawled over to my brother’s rocking horse, and Pony Gray instantly became my first horse.
Now, I’ve got the excuse it runs in the blood—my grandmother never forgave, or ever stopped talking about, my grandfather trading her good milk cow for a riding horse. Back then a plough horse was a different thing than a riding horse, so you had to make that distinction. Long after Grandpa Erickson was in his grave, grandma was still bemoaning this loss. It always seemed a good trade to me.
My first memory of being on a horse was somewhere around the age of four or five when we took a trip to visit relatives. My mother rode—she grew up in rural Utah—so she got on a half-broke young Appaloosa just in from winter pasture and we went for a gallop. I do remember loving it. Mother always said I kept saying to make it go faster—that part I don’t remember.
When I was seven, my parents deemed me old—and tall—enough to take riding lessons, so the weekly trips to the stables started up. I learned on a wonderful, patient old fellow named Sunny who had two speeds—stop and walk. I have vague memories of getting him up to a slow trot at one point, but I’ve always had a “slow” seat for horses, so Sunny mostly just helped me into the saddle.
All this means horses have always been part of my life. My aunt—also a horsewoman—taught me to ride side saddle. I went to England to get my riding instructor’s certificate and learned to drive carriage horses—and I got to hunt (meaning vast amounts of time standing about, then galloping to a new cover and more standing about, but it’s all on horseback, so not a bad time at all). I’ve shown hunters, jumpers, dressage, three-day, and did a year of western riding, and now only ride the trail for fun—my show days are behind me.
I’ve also been bucked off, rubbed off on a tree, had a horse fall with me, dealt with barn sour, rearing horses, dirty stoppers, and a load of other problem horses. I’ve galloped race horses (and you really do have to get up all too early for that), and then I’ve had wonderful horses who would do anything for me–including the splendid Drake shown in the photo above (who hated to be left out and insisted on always having his stall door open so he could join in the fun), and the handsome Woody (the photo on the left) who was a perfect hunter, but never got the hang of fast turns in jumper classes.
But I finally have my ranch in New Mexico and horses in my backyard—my earliest dream come true. And I’m going to be teaching a workshop on horses for writers because these days most folks are more familiar with their automobile. The lack of a horse in your life to me is a terrible thing—I’ve always ridden, even if I had to beg or borrow the horse.
Now the subject of horses is a big one, going back thousands of years. But let’s hit a few highlights from the workshop:
Common Myths and Mistakes
- Side saddles are uncomfortable and insecure so any woman would rather ride astride. Wrong. If you know how to ride aside, it’s comfortable and the preferred choice. I adore my grandmother’s western side saddle, and would rather have that for a day in the saddle any day.
- It’s easy and safe ride double on a horse and the horse won’t care. Nope. Most horses have no ribs over the loins, meaning someone sitting there is not comfortable. The only way to really ride double is with two kids (or really skinny people), or on a really big horse.
- A six foot tall man can ride an Arabian stallion. This one is a laughable mistake—picture his feet dragging the ground and you start to get the picture. This has ruined more stories for me.
- A rider can grab an unsuspecting person on the ground and drag them up to be carried off. If you really, really practice this a lot, you can do this with someone who is ready and willing to be grabbed. Otherwise, you’re likely to end up on the ground yourself.
- You can tie a horse by the reins to a stationary object. Some horses are taught to ground tie—you just drop the reins. Some horses will stand if you loop the reins over something—you’ll see this in Western movies all the time. However, most horses, if you give them the chance, will get themselves into trouble—meaning tug back on the reins, break them, get loose and wander off.
- Stallions are the most dramatic and dangerous of all horses. Well, they are pretty, but you want tough and mean, pick a mare that has a bone to pick with you.
- An experienced rider isn’t able to stop a runaway horse. Been there, done that. You put them in a circle and make them keep galloping. Do that once or twice and they stop running away with you. The only runaway that’s tough is the habitual one, who also will usually try to scrape you off under a tree.
- You can kiss another rider while on horseback. There are a lot of You Tube videos of the ‘romantic’ wedding with the bride and groom on horseback—a sure recipe for trouble if these horses have not been through rehearsal about a thousand times. If the veil doesn’t spook the horse, something else will. And if that’s not enough, lean in for that kiss is an invitation for the horse to step the other way, leaving you dangling. Even Roy Rogers and Trigger didn’t go for this one—but Roy did let Trigger kiss him!
- You can ride a horse and not come away smelling of eau de equine. If anyone’s ever managed this, I’d like to learn their secret.
And there is another of my favorite mistakes, the obvious one that horses aren’t cars. You can’t really park them and expect them to stay put—they tend to see grass and go for it. You can’t park them—again, they have their own mind about things and a bored horse is one looking for food. And you can’t drive them 24/7—they need food, water and rest, just like the rest of us.
For more horse tales, come and take the workshop. Or get yourself to a local stable and start having some horse fun for yourself.
Great informative article. Question-Where/how would a gentleman train/breed a horse on his country estate? Would they put up a fence around some of their land?
You have a barn–a breeding barn usually, with a large open area inside (as well as foaling stalls, which are bigger than normal stalls). For training, you’d have a paddock–that’s just a fenced area. And England was largely and almost entirely fenced by 1800 due to the Enclosure Acts of the 1700’s–the only open area is your own estate, which is fenced. The Enclosure Acts were what made fox hunting popular–lots of fences to jump! The only areas without fences would be fens and swamps–posts would sink and wouldn’t stand until the land was properly drained.
I loved this. I’m not all that knowledgeable about horses but I do know enough to keep the most glaring out of my books. Having not see a live Arabian Stallion, I thought they were tall enough to handle a normal sized man….good to know they aren’t. Yeah, horses have a mind of their own and when they don’t want to go somewhere, It can make for an interesting ride…been there don’t that. Then there is the tying them to a hitching rail….ya better make sure you have a nag or are close by when they decide to go for that grass. Had that happen in the Western show my friends do. It was fun to watch Slim chase the horse down to bring him back to the set, only to have him escape halfway through the performance.
If I wasn’t working two jobs and editing a WIP, I’d love to take the course. Love your site.
There’s a great scene in the Victoria & Albert movie where Albert is trying to propose to the young Victoria. They’ve ridden to a picturesque spot, tied their hoses by the reins to slim branches. Albert’s talking, but all I could see was the horse in the background starting to eat the tree leaves, smacking himself in the face with the branch so he pulls back and gets free, realizing he’s not tied up and wandering off to eat grass. It’s hysterical and totally ruins the moment. I don’t know why they didn’t re-shoot that one. I also know a horse who not only lets himself out of the barn–he lets all his friends out, too (but only his friends, the horses he doesn’t like stay put)! And feel free to just take the workshop and lurk or download the files for later!
My older sister used to ride. She and a friend used to ride down to the street, tie the horses up and go to the takeaway to buy hot chips. Then they’d have to walk home because the horses would have gotten bored and left without them.
Too funny. That’s where you need a good Western horse who is taught to ground tie–once you drop the reins, they won’t move for anything.
Great post, Shannon. I am so looking forward to this class!
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I’m so looking forward to the June OCCRWA online class by Shannon Donnelly. Signup details here http://www.asliceoforange.net/june-2017-online-class/