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A show I entered a some kids in over on DA
"Finley slow down!"
The stallion only sped up.
Sarah tugged on the reigns urging her horse to slow down just a little. They needed to get the strides right. Finley, however, was having the time of his life and was not slowing down. He was speed. But eventually he listened, and they flew over the log. At least if they didn't get it right Sarah knew Finley would give it a go anyway, he was good at getting them out of sticky situations. The sky grew progressively darker as they galloped through the grounds of Farfield Equestrian Centre, Sarah hoped they could beat the rain forecasted for around 12:00 pm. As Finley’s energy levels dropped a little, Sarah managed to gain some semblance of control to keep the stallion moving while preserving enough energy to reach the finish line. They flew over jump after jump, Finley still as keen in the middle of the course as he was at the start. It wasn't a particularly long course, but the pair hadn't been XC in ages, only schooled once or twice a month at home.
“Cmon’ Finley!”
The stallion had a small spook at a hare (or do they call it a rabbit here?) right before a decent sized ascending brush fence. After some hesitation and dancing legs Sarah urged Finley over it with a big leap. She held on and smiled as they headed down the final stretch. The feeling of your favorited steed flying along under you, their stride opening up, eating the ground, is one you’ll never forget. They crossed the finish line and Sarah didn’t even bother to check her watch. It was a fun run either way. Whether they won or lost she was proud of her boy and she would cherish this run. She jumped off just as her bother came a threw buckets of water over Finley rump.
“How’d you go?” Aaron asked.
“I don’t care,” Sarah replied with a smile.
- 327 WC
"Finley slow down!"
The stallion only sped up.
Sarah tugged on the reigns urging her horse to slow down just a little. They needed to get the strides right. Finley, however, was having the time of his life and was not slowing down. He was speed. But eventually he listened, and they flew over the log. At least if they didn't get it right Sarah knew Finley would give it a go anyway, he was good at getting them out of sticky situations. The sky grew progressively darker as they galloped through the grounds of Farfield Equestrian Centre, Sarah hoped they could beat the rain forecasted for around 12:00 pm. As Finley’s energy levels dropped a little, Sarah managed to gain some semblance of control to keep the stallion moving while preserving enough energy to reach the finish line. They flew over jump after jump, Finley still as keen in the middle of the course as he was at the start. It wasn't a particularly long course, but the pair hadn't been XC in ages, only schooled once or twice a month at home.
“Cmon’ Finley!”
The stallion had a small spook at a hare (or do they call it a rabbit here?) right before a decent sized ascending brush fence. After some hesitation and dancing legs Sarah urged Finley over it with a big leap. She held on and smiled as they headed down the final stretch. The feeling of your favorited steed flying along under you, their stride opening up, eating the ground, is one you’ll never forget. They crossed the finish line and Sarah didn’t even bother to check her watch. It was a fun run either way. Whether they won or lost she was proud of her boy and she would cherish this run. She jumped off just as her bother came a threw buckets of water over Finley rump.
“How’d you go?” Aaron asked.
“I don’t care,” Sarah replied with a smile.
- 327 WC
A show I entered a some kids in over on DA
"Finley slow down!"
The stallion only sped up.
Sarah tugged on the reigns urging her horse to slow down just a little. They needed to get the strides right. Finley, however, was having the time of his life and was not slowing down. He was speed. But eventually he listened, and they flew over the log. At least if they didn't get it right Sarah knew Finley would give it a go anyway, he was good at getting them out of sticky situations. The sky grew progressively darker as they galloped through the grounds of Farfield Equestrian Centre, Sarah hoped they could beat the rain forecasted for around 12:00 pm. As Finley’s energy levels dropped a little, Sarah managed to gain some semblance of control to keep the stallion moving while preserving enough energy to reach the finish line. They flew over jump after jump, Finley still as keen in the middle of the course as he was at the start. It wasn't a particularly long course, but the pair hadn't been XC in ages, only schooled once or twice a month at home.
“Cmon’ Finley!”
The stallion had a small spook at a hare (or do they call it a rabbit here?) right before a decent sized ascending brush fence. After some hesitation and dancing legs Sarah urged Finley over it with a big leap. She held on and smiled as they headed down the final stretch. The feeling of your favorited steed flying along under you, their stride opening up, eating the ground, is one you’ll never forget. They crossed the finish line and Sarah didn’t even bother to check her watch. It was a fun run either way. Whether they won or lost she was proud of her boy and she would cherish this run. She jumped off just as her bother came a threw buckets of water over Finley rump.
“How’d you go?” Aaron asked.
“I don’t care,” Sarah replied with a smile.
- 327 WC
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