Remember last month when I tried to take Raglan out on the track for a casual hack with the girls from the UW Equestrian team and his brains fell out? I’ve been thinking about it and I’m pretty sure that if I want to do some eventing with him, it’s probably important that I be able to ride him outside. 😅
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Well, our first ride out back on the track was… not amazing LOL 😂 We went out with a wonderful group of girls from the @uwequestrian team and he was very good on the way out, but the moment we turned around to walk back his brain fell out! I swear we sidepassed halfway back 😅 Then he got a little too cray so I dismounted and walked the rest of the way while he racehorse jigged alongside me 🤣 Super glad I went out with such a level-headed group of ladies, we'll definitely have to work on being more chill before we join them again in the future ♥ . . . . . 📸 @nicolelg3 #ArmsWarOTTB #myhorse #ottb #ottbofinstagram #ottbsofinstagram #ottbsdoitbetter #thoroughbred #thoroughbredhorse #thoroughbredofinstagram #thoroughbredsofinstagram
So yesterday I put on my walking boots, looped a stud chain around the noseband of his halter, clipped a lunge line to him, and dragged him out the back door of the barn.
We started down the gravel road that leads past the outdoor arenas and to the track/cross country course. I gave him a couple of tugs on the lunge line and then started doing showmanship—halt, walk, trot, halt, back, trot, halt, turn on the haunch, back, walk, halt, etc. Head down, head down, head DOWN.
About halfway to the track, he lost focus. I gave him a light thwack on the shoulder during a turn on the haunch and he LOST IT. Leaping, kicking, snorting, trotting in circles, waving his tail around, breathing fire, threatening to strike me—the whole shebang. I wrangled him into the nearest arena and sent him out on the line, where he quickly discovered that the footing is NOT READY and was VERY MAD ABOUT IT.
I let him throw a fit until he settled back into his skin, then did a little showmanship in the arena before I took him back onto the path. We showmanshipped our way to the edge of the track, then back to the barn, then back out to the track, and then to the barn again. The aggression evaporated and then he was just bored and compliant—exactly how I wanted him to behave in the first place.
Eventually I want to be able to make it all the way around the track without problems, especially since I want to lunge him over a couple of the cross country jumps out there!