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Post by [ADMIN RILEY] on Jun 13, 2011 22:21:50 GMT -8
entry #1.
damien sutton - big gun.
910 words.
[/i][/right]damien sutton - big gun.
910 words.
The day had been long enough already. It was hot outside, like a chimney. Damien had no worries, though. He was showing his horse, which was one of his favorite things to do. Although his mom loved to show Trail, he had only done it a few times. He figured Ben would be fine, he had all the basics down. He could move his front end, his hind end, etc. It shouldn't be bad. His mother always taught him to match, which is why he had a plain red pad cover on Ben, the trim was tooled leather. It was fancy, but not too over-doing it. He wore a pair of Cinch jeans, his black Caman boots, a red Cinch button up, and his black 20x resistol felt hat.
Sitting atop of the 15 hand grey gelding, he pressed his legs into his sides. Ben went straight into a walk, his head low and ears forward attentively. He was well behaved for a stallion, but of course he had his moments. Damien usually kept him on a pretty tight leash, though. He had looked over the pattern quite a few times, and now it was their turn. He lifted his hand, directing Ben twords the starting point.
The judge nodded at him, and he nodded back. He walked twords the gate, and immediately Ben's ears were perked forwards. He was equipped with a fake tail that swayed gracefully with his walk. He was bred to be a Reiner/Cow horse, but he had the Reiner swag that helped him get by in trail with the Pleasure horses. Damien's eyes dropped to the gate, he pushed Ben over closer to it with is left leg. Ben sidepassed over, patiently waiting for this one to be over with. They had some problems with the gate at times, but he seemed to be handling it pretty nicely. Damien picked up the piece of rope that was on the one side of the "gate". He held it with his right hand while he yet again pressed his left leg into Ben, closer to the girth this time. Ben obediently moved his front end over, coming around to the other side of the gate. Damien took his legs off, clucking softly and giving a little rein pressure with his left hand. Ben backed up, his nose tucked. Placing the rope back on the gate, Damien finally breathed again. That was surprisingly good for Ben. Walking twords the bridge, Ben's ears flickered slightly. Damien put his hand forward, giving Ben a little more rein to check the bridge out. He seemed to be a little skeptical about it. Ben's nose dropped, and his ears perked twords the bridge. He was about two feet away from it. His body tensed slightly, his nostrils flared. Damien bit his lip, letting the stud find his way over the bridge. Placing a slightly shaky hoof on the bridge, Ben relaxed a little bit. Damien nudged him forward, and thankfully he continued his way up to the bridge. Damien knew that was noticeable, but he admired the courage of Ben. He had come a long way.
Damien pressed his spurs into Ben's sides, and he began jogging right away. It was slightly faster than a pleasure jog, with more motion. He was obviously a working horse. Coming around, they jogged straight twords the poles. Going over them, Ben ticked two. They hadn't practiced the jog poles that much. His mom use to get on him and try some Trail things with him, so she got most of the credit for anything that Ben knew about Trail besides listening to his rider. Putting his left leg into the stud, Damien kissed, and sent Ben into a gentle, slow lope. He felt good about the pattern so far, not that they didn't have faults, just that they did good for their experience. The loped around the cone, Ben not moving his head an inch out of place. He was use to loping, since Reiners did that a lot. As they approached the box, Damien lifted his hand and sat down deeply. Exhaling, he spoke "woah," he said softly. Ben hollowed his back and parked himself, his feet sliding a little bit beneath him but not too much. There wasn't much momentum. He always had sliders on, though. Damien nudged him into the box, where Ben began to get a little clostophobic. Damien put his right leg into Ben, lifting his hand and bringing it twores the left. Opening his left leg, Ben spun around pretty quickly. It was a 360, but it was quite a frantic "get me out of the scary box" turn. Damien couldn't help but chuckle as he nudged the horse forward. Ben high-stepped over the box, and began jogging along to the pole. They stopped over the pole, in a pretty good position. Placing his spur in a good position between Ben's girth and flank, he pressed softly. Ben began to sidepass, his ears twitching contently. That was one of his better things. When they worked cattle on the farm, side passing and moving back and forth quickly were two good assets for a farm horse. That's what Ben was before Damien started to finish him more specifically for showing. When they finished, they walked to the end. Damien nodded to the judge, who nodded back. Walking off, Damien pat Ben on the neck. That wasn't too bad, now to await the placings.
Sitting atop of the 15 hand grey gelding, he pressed his legs into his sides. Ben went straight into a walk, his head low and ears forward attentively. He was well behaved for a stallion, but of course he had his moments. Damien usually kept him on a pretty tight leash, though. He had looked over the pattern quite a few times, and now it was their turn. He lifted his hand, directing Ben twords the starting point.
The judge nodded at him, and he nodded back. He walked twords the gate, and immediately Ben's ears were perked forwards. He was equipped with a fake tail that swayed gracefully with his walk. He was bred to be a Reiner/Cow horse, but he had the Reiner swag that helped him get by in trail with the Pleasure horses. Damien's eyes dropped to the gate, he pushed Ben over closer to it with is left leg. Ben sidepassed over, patiently waiting for this one to be over with. They had some problems with the gate at times, but he seemed to be handling it pretty nicely. Damien picked up the piece of rope that was on the one side of the "gate". He held it with his right hand while he yet again pressed his left leg into Ben, closer to the girth this time. Ben obediently moved his front end over, coming around to the other side of the gate. Damien took his legs off, clucking softly and giving a little rein pressure with his left hand. Ben backed up, his nose tucked. Placing the rope back on the gate, Damien finally breathed again. That was surprisingly good for Ben. Walking twords the bridge, Ben's ears flickered slightly. Damien put his hand forward, giving Ben a little more rein to check the bridge out. He seemed to be a little skeptical about it. Ben's nose dropped, and his ears perked twords the bridge. He was about two feet away from it. His body tensed slightly, his nostrils flared. Damien bit his lip, letting the stud find his way over the bridge. Placing a slightly shaky hoof on the bridge, Ben relaxed a little bit. Damien nudged him forward, and thankfully he continued his way up to the bridge. Damien knew that was noticeable, but he admired the courage of Ben. He had come a long way.
Damien pressed his spurs into Ben's sides, and he began jogging right away. It was slightly faster than a pleasure jog, with more motion. He was obviously a working horse. Coming around, they jogged straight twords the poles. Going over them, Ben ticked two. They hadn't practiced the jog poles that much. His mom use to get on him and try some Trail things with him, so she got most of the credit for anything that Ben knew about Trail besides listening to his rider. Putting his left leg into the stud, Damien kissed, and sent Ben into a gentle, slow lope. He felt good about the pattern so far, not that they didn't have faults, just that they did good for their experience. The loped around the cone, Ben not moving his head an inch out of place. He was use to loping, since Reiners did that a lot. As they approached the box, Damien lifted his hand and sat down deeply. Exhaling, he spoke "woah," he said softly. Ben hollowed his back and parked himself, his feet sliding a little bit beneath him but not too much. There wasn't much momentum. He always had sliders on, though. Damien nudged him into the box, where Ben began to get a little clostophobic. Damien put his right leg into Ben, lifting his hand and bringing it twores the left. Opening his left leg, Ben spun around pretty quickly. It was a 360, but it was quite a frantic "get me out of the scary box" turn. Damien couldn't help but chuckle as he nudged the horse forward. Ben high-stepped over the box, and began jogging along to the pole. They stopped over the pole, in a pretty good position. Placing his spur in a good position between Ben's girth and flank, he pressed softly. Ben began to sidepass, his ears twitching contently. That was one of his better things. When they worked cattle on the farm, side passing and moving back and forth quickly were two good assets for a farm horse. That's what Ben was before Damien started to finish him more specifically for showing. When they finished, they walked to the end. Damien nodded to the judge, who nodded back. Walking off, Damien pat Ben on the neck. That wasn't too bad, now to await the placings.