Friday, May 28, 2010

OFF to the races (scratch that Off to the fast trail veiwing with a nice tee shirt at the end)No competiveness at all:)

I am going to leave hopefully in the next hour,or in the next three hours....To go crew for Melindas Wild West enderance ride.

Last Night was a Awards ceramony at my high school.

The crowds were wild...for a hundred people.

I got two awards that night, One for english, one for P.E

SO when we got home it was about 9:00pm and mom gave me the "If you arent ready to go when I am I'll leave you here and you can go to school" me " well about what time are you going to leave, 12:00?" "NOO NO NO" " well about 10:00?" "No" me "so about 9:00" "yes that would be fine".


It is now 10:30 and we are hopefully going in the next thirty minutes.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Sir Loin



For some this name might summon up a image of a gallant Knight whose soul purpose in life is to save many a helpless damsel in distress.
However in my case I see with my little eye a......big juicy steak!
You may ask how ,How can this be?
Well My mother you see, she has blessed be ,decided to buy a feeder calf whoms name...yes you guessed it!!! Sir Loin
So Sir Loins true purpose in life remains clear.

So when I peer out to the pasture the image I see of a cute little fat calf is edited out by a big blood dripping steak.
OF course mother had to suggest the idea of me training it and showing it in the fair for FFA.

Like I'd touch that calf with a twenty foot pool and risk a look in those brown eyes of its!!!! Its going to comfortably sit out in the pasture making Friends with our milk cows in till the day my dad shall ,just like in the movies un shackle his gun from the top of the hearth and go do his duty as the bringer of death to Sir Loin.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Tetrathlowhat?


I have decided this summer I will try to get back into the tetrathlon world.

For those of you who dont have any idea as to what that might be-good ol wikipeda shall explain.


"Tetrathlon (from the numerical prefix "tetra-" meaning four) is a team competition organized by The Pony Club for its members. It is a variant of the modern pentathlon, without fencing. Thus it comprises the four disciplines of shooting, swimming, riding and running. Talk about multitalanted!

Teams typically consist of four members from one pony club branch competing against several teams from rival branches. Things can get qwite interesting. Competitions typically take place over two days during the summer months, with shooting and swimming on the first day and riding and running on the second. The competitions are run using volunteers on a non-profit making basis and are often hosted by patrons of the host branch, such as farmers or local land owners.

There are three age categories, known as minimus (8 - 11) junior (12 - 14) and senior (15 - 21). Boys and girls compete separately (i.e. in the same games, but not directly against each other). There is no minimum qualification standard to compete, but contests are only open to active pony club members (i.e. those who have attended at least three rallies that year (training days do not count as rallies)).

At the end of the games, awards (usually in the form of rosettes) are awarded for the top scores in each discipline, for the highest overall scores and for the best team performances in each of the age and sex categories.

The first time I tried to do one of these Rallys was very educational. I was on a scratch team(made up of random people)
The first competition that day was riding...Lets just say my horse did not want to jump that day. They next thing on the list was running. Lets just say I walked it(i was not in a public school at the time). The next day was swiming. Ha my entire life i had never had a swiming lesson. As a result i thought that freestyle ment however you wanted to swim... As a result everyone thought i was dieing as i swam a nice mix of swiming on my back to doggy paddle,and some breast stroke sprinkled in, and a couple of minutes wasted trying to figure out how to do that fansey backflip aginst the wall. Shooting was a bit diferent, before we did the real competition their was warm-up where i precided to shoot bulls eyes and do very well. only one problem, my poor arm was geting tired pumping that air pistol and by the time the competition began i was to tired to aim and was lucky to hit the paper at all.
But i was happy at the end of it all!

So in three weeks im going to try agin...

Leeping Horses





Today I worked with Comety the Thourbred, heres some pics.Yesterday i volunteered at a Two day eventing competition in Fresno Ram Tap that was taking place to raise money for a girl that a year ago at on of these events was in the warm up arena and her horse slipped and fell and she hit her head and has been in a coma ever since... I volunteered to be a Ring Steward who's job is to check to make sure that they arnt about to go in the dressage arena with a twisted wire bit and a five-foot long dressage whip.

Language Lady
Some horse people have the most interesting language skills and attitudes. I was busy trying to not get stepped on by one of those 1,500 pound warmblood while trying check his bit when one of those trainers with an attitude stomps up to me and says "WHATS THAT GUY WITH THAT STUPID MOP DOING OVER THERE!!!!" she points behind me, and if i sqwint i can see a man with something white under his arm walking about 15 feet away from the dressage area(the something white being a dog). "HE HAS NO BUSINESS BEING OVER THERE,HE TOTALLY RUINED THAT CANTER TRANSITION!!!""ITS YOUR JOB TO GO OVER THERE AND TELL HIM TO GET THE F*** AWAY FROM THERE!!" I do as she asks without the attitude and the language.

The funny thing is that the trainers are always the ones with the problem the attitude never the rider!

Eventers Need to prepare for distracting things to happen while their in the ring.

In my ring alone their where always two people with cameras by the judges box, a crowd of people standing a yard away with greatdanes and sheepdogs.
Then there where the unpredictables like the Dodge truck with the loudest alarm that went off when the TRAIN went by. Then there's the shooting range that's just over the hill. Not to mention the loose horse that canter by every half hour.

If someone walking 15 feet away with a ball of fur ruins your canter transition to bad. It could have been worse.