How do you get a horse to respect you ?

*clears throat*

Attention readers !

The following lines are some well thought out rants. If you wish to skip to the original content, I don’t blame you, please do.

Sometimes, that one horse I ride on is a real pain in the posterior. Right when I approach the stables, it’s like he is aware of how bad a “try hard” rider I am. Thus, arrive those long spells of ultimate sass that Bullet throws at me. And, there I am yanking the living baloney out of the lead ropes, but my horse is as unassailable as the North Star.  My horse gnaws at the hay, oblivious to my presence. Several inept attempts give birth to yet another one backed by false hope. And thus, I resort to other means. I cluck..

like a chicken.

With my heart sinking at receiving no respect, my tongue beatboxing away with the clucks, my muscles fibers tearing away at each other, my arms flailing the lead ropes around, the “try hard” sweat oozing its way down my torso, and my horse just in the same position as it were thirty minutes ago, my instructor arrives and says this:

“You sure you can ride? it’s a Stallion. Not a Chihuahua.”

And almost magically and instantly, my horse transitions into motion, well aware of my instructor’s presence.

And now the content:

What does it take to get a horse to respect you  ?

Ans : Cowboy up !

It takes a jiffy for a seasoned horse to judge the rider’s expertise. So, if you are not firm with your horse, the horse might take you for a ride. In order to earn respect, it’s of paramount importance to foster trust between you and your horse. If the horse gets the slightest vibes of discomfort, or hesitancy from you, it might act indifferent to your cues and commands.

You need to keep the horse aware of your presence at all times. Thus, the establishment of this mutual respect begins at the stable. When you lead your horse to the cross ties, you walk ahead of the horse. This helps you establish dominance over the creature. If your horse walks at a pace faster than yours, your not doing it right. The horse’s ears must be aligned with your arm. If your horse doesn’t respect the pace you walk at, you need to immediately stop the horse. This way, you assert your dominance. You’re the one gripping the reins. Bullet often tries to encroach my safe space when I lead him to the cross ties. Every time he makes inept attempts to bury his head into my torso, or come too close to me, I gently tug the lead rope attached to his chin away to insinuate that he’s invading my personal space.

Amidst the long process of grooming your horse, you constantly need to rub your hands along the coat of your horse to make your presence perceptible.

Riding involves a negative and a positive reinforcements. Just a lot like our brains, horses are equipped with a positive response to the reward system. Well, most of them. Demanding compliance from your horse is the right kind of balance between a positive way of demanding respect and a negative way of the same.  When a horse remains stoic despite three squeezes in a row that command a “trot”, you jab your spurs into the horse. Spurs and whips are a part of horse training. They help instill obedience in the creature. When you’re an amateur rider, you do have second thoughts about spurring your horse, or kicking it. However, if your horse does not respect you in the first quarter, it’s most likely to not respect you throughout the riding session. I speak with experience.

You could also give into other methods of rewards. When your horse respects yours cues, and executes them well, that chap deserves a pat on the neck. And not just that, it also deserves some bright, freshly harvested carrots back in the stable.

Repetitions help horses learn. Never let your horse get loose.

You could lose your respect if your horse obeys cues, and you don’t give the horse a “release”, or you don’t loosen your hold over the reins.

The 4 Quadrants of the horse are Head, Shoulders, Hips, and Feet. If you can consistently take control of all 4 Quadrants, you gain control of him and he’ll respect you for that. That’s because he’ll need to submit control of his body to you and submission means a responsive, respectful horse that keeps you safe.

So ride safe !

Bullet’s sass moments are on as usual. He doesn’t like being photographed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Is horseback riding a true sport ?

Of course, this sport has its own group of maligners.

How is riding a horse  a sport ? *scoffs*

How did it even make it to the Olympics?

How is it ranked as one of the hardest sports in the Olympics ?

Wait…hardest sport ? Now we’re talking.

As a novice, and a beyond passionate rider, it is inevitable for me to defend this “don’t you just sit there?” sport. Before I present the facts, I grit my teeth with balls of fists every time one says that. How I wish I could allow the critic to ride bareback at 35 miles per hour, on an 1800 pound wild creature, which could do potential jumps to the height of five feet, or might even get spooked. Things could escalate.  Imagine an encounter with a 300 pound football player; imagine jabbing them in their ribs and smothering them with a saddle. Then, yank them in the direction of your choice. Now, try that with a four times bigger…savage..brute.

Equestrian sports featured on the Olympic program of the Paris Games in 1900, with jumping events, and were then withdrawn until the 1912 Games in Stockholm. Since then, this sport has been on the Olympic program with remarkable regularity.

Horseback riding, to spectators, appears smooth and easy. What they fail to acknowledge, is that professionals are supposed to make it look and seem that way. In contrast, if you place a rider with no experience, the rider would jiggle , joggle, swing, and eventually come to consensus with the idea of it being a sport. The aforesaid lines only apply to those who manage to stay on.

Moreover, horses go through rigorous training and repeated abuse. These creatures are subjected to extensive conditions to suppress their energy levels. They are tethered and made to starve until they are compelled to respect and obey the master. Horses are hang tied to create exhaustion and support lower head carriage. Some are excessively jerked and whipped. They are ridden to absolute black outs. What makes you think an animal could possibly rebel after such constant, sometimes abusive, and painstaking training. They are TAMED.  They’re not easy.

This sport demands significantly high levels of athleticism and resilience. It requires some powerful muscles to stay at par with the horse’s movements. It would not look presentable if your body kept jerking back and forth. I would also state the need for a sixth sense. You constantly have to sense the aura. Anything could go wrong.

YOU DO NOT GET TIME-OUTS !

A huge chunk of sportsmanship is to respect and accept the myriad of sports around in the arena. I could call baseball “swinging a bat”. I could call rugby “sprinting with an egg”. But, every sport has beauty and fan-following deeply embedded in it. The key is to persevere the one that nurtures a sense of belonging.

 

 

What’s the real question ?

English

or Western

Perhaps, that is the real question.

As this irrepressible rider’s spirit daunted me day and night, I was posed with this common doubt. I was a novice who was bound to start fresh, and I believed that both styles equaled in difficulty . So I turned to finance (aha!) . The cost difference is quite perceptible. Western does  tend to amount to a bigger sum, and that inevitably did cloud my decision. The equestrian center I chose charged $85 (cost an arm and a leg) for an hour of western riding. Almost abruptly, my brain beautifully highlighted the pros of English riding($65). I coerced myself into deep admiration for the English style. But my heart sang the Western hymn to me.

The answer lied in the English stables. The horses looked gigantic. They looked like they could knock a building off. They looked powerful, stark and formidable. I sat myself precariously on one of the English horses. It was two minutes and I begged to get off. English is for the dauntless. These horses jump fences and obstacles. They don’t trot, they fly. In fact, there have been an umpteen number of instances of people being brutally thrown off their horses while they jump. To me, an $85 bill looked manageable; thus, I concluded that it was tiny as compared to a medical expenditure. Now here’s an exaggerated universal truth – even a greenie could ride western pleasure horses amidst an earthquake and not fall off. In short, western pleasure is relatively safer.  However, it’s a misconception that the western riders  just “sit” there.  These riders just share a little more relaxed relationship with their horses. Thus, when I chose my style, I chose companionship over looking powerful. I’ve heard people say the following –

“I will say barrels and reining looks fun, but western pleasure is like watching a rock grow” (ouch). Again, let’s watch you on a wild western horse that bucks.

If you choose to ride the western style, you will have to start afresh for a switch to English. Even, in terms of difficulty. You have to be prepared for something tougher. You would have to exercise more control and discipline over your horse.

But, again, when done the right way, there’s absolutely no distinction in levels of difficulty. Riding a horse, is quite a strenuous process which requires painstaking focus, and perseverance. Be it the English or the Western way. These two, however are two very distinct schools of training. There is not just a vast difference in the rapport shared between the rider and his horse, but also the equipment. the western saddle is larger and heavier than the English saddle. It’s designed to spread the weight of the rider over a larger area of the horses back, making it more comfortable for long days out chasing cows. The English saddle is smaller and lighter and designed to give the rider a closer contact with the horse’s back. The English style is definitely harder (just a wee bit). But regardless of the style you choose, riding requires dedication and sweat(sometimes blood) in both.

Is a “bad horse” your fault ?

I usually locomote in the comforts of my patio when I’m having a bad day; I make inept attempts to slow down my heart rate. The muffled sounds of the sea whisper minute breaths of refreshment into my ears.  In that moment, my metabolism retards only to extol the briny perfume of the viridian-blue waters. It’s so good to be alive.  Quite unintentionally, we consign this feeling into oblivion. It’s the feeling of absolute emancipation. I wouldn’t have an intruder wearing boots with sharp and queer protrusions approach me with bridles, halters and stirrups .

Now say, I do.

I wouldn’t have this absurd looking creature fit the bit into my mouth and yank me along. Almost instantly, my instincts would summon me to flail my limbs in all directions to extricate myself from this minion-like creature, half my size. I’d rather be wild than not be free. Inevitably, horses are creatures who hold utmost respect for their riders. You would seldom see a horse flail its limbs in the aforesaid way. But these wild creatures did not take birth in stables. If you mount a horse and feel that the level surpasses your expertise, then you must instantly dismount. If we add a more pragmatic dimension to this, we do have the largest brain mass relative to body mass. And this is especially pronounced in the neocortext, a region of the brain accounting for 76% of the total mass and involved in consciousness and language. In short, your could solve the most complex of equations, problems, and enigmas. The point is,  your smarter than this colossal creation of god.

Now, if you still blame this creature after having access to all the safety procedures and equipments, you don’t act like the placeholder of the topmost level of  hierarchy. As owners, we need to recognize the type of horse we have and approach training accordingly.

Is it worth the risk ?

I watched a colt dart about the periphery of a fence. I was enticed in the magic of this paragon of beauty. “Bullet” had an exquisite albino-white coat. I could sense something was amiss, as if he was trying to unfetter himself from the restricted area he was enclosed in. Almost instantly, his limbs stopped moving in the initial unparalleled symphony, and he started to buck. You would not want a horse to buck when you’re riding it (gulps). Yes, a horse could be very vulnerable to external stressors and get spooked within the blink of an eye. What might appear as an elegant beginning might immediately transition into a grotesque end..with crippled, fragmentary and cracked parts of you.

When I describe horses, it’s typical of me to talk about pulchritude and magnificence. However, when my parents talk about horses they describe a 2200 pounds treacherous beast. In this cruel existence (not in its actuality, just meant for emphasis), I often look up to these 2200 pounds treacherous beasts to restore long lost archaic companionships. I would not deny that horses ARE dangerous creatures. By dangerous I mean that horses can kick, shove, stomp, shy, buck, and bolt. The repercussions could be tissue injuries (bruises, abrasions, lacerations), fractures, or blows that result in concussions. It could also be a short encounter with the grim reaper (gesturing towards an open grave). Let me get you a bit more circumspect about your horse here… in Australia there are an estimated  20 deaths from horse-related injury every year. Compare this with an average of approximately 1.7 deaths from shark attack. Thus, every time a beachgoer swims in shark-infested waters, there is a risk that they are exposed to sharks. Likewise, every time a rider tightens his saddle, and holds his reigns to mount his horse, there is a high possibility of him falling off. These events cannot be predicted. They occur in the moment. But, there is another dimension to this. Horses are flight animals. Evolution had beautifully incarnated some prey creatures and equipped them with a fight or flight response. So, if your horse would sense the slightest form of threat, HE WILL FLEE FROM THEE. The creature, in most cases, is trying to stay alive. After all, it is of paramount importance to understand that one cannot overcome the basic instincts of this creature via training. These instincts are deeply rooted in the strands of its DNA. It IS an animal.

I repeat it IS an ANIMAL.

Now, the question : Is it worth the risk ?

I’d say, ride a horse and come back to me,

for you might return as a mere slave of its beauty. (let’s hope you return, make sure the saddle’s tight)

I’d conclude with one of my favorite quotes :

“You are a ghost driving a meat coated skeleton made from stardust, riding a rock floating through space. Fear nothing.”

From Horseplay to Horseback Riding

Often, after people of the kind finish accomplishing great heights in life, they eventually arrive at one question; how did it all begin?

Of course, I am an amateur, still steering around the brush fences, ditches, and bullfinches of what they call “life”, and no, I have not yet reached extraordinary, momentous, or exceptional heights. Or maybe, I am just not the complacent kind (getting off-topic is second nature to me). But lately (I’m getting there), I’ve had this raving mania for horses; And when I trace back the saga of events that escorted my conscience to this state, it all just began with a DVD that I believe was bestowed upon me. It’s the most magnificent thing I’d beheld – “Spirit : Stallion of the Cimarron”. Now, “why” you might ask. The answer is : I don’t even know. But I could delineate the exact emotions I felt when I watched it. As my preoccupied mind time-travels to a decade ago, I do recollect my mother gingerly inserting the DVD into the player. It was about fifteen minutes into the movie, and my inattentive brain was already bored. “Mom, we just saw Madagascar and Lion King a week ago, and now you’re into horses. Well played mom, but I – “.. and I heard the rhythmic gallops of horses in the movie. I was put into a trance.  Caught in that stupor, my bottom half mechanically pigeon toed towards the T.V. As the horse hooves stumped the dry mud, my body grooved to the gallops. I was seven, and I knew I felt sheltered, I too wanted to feel velvety coat of Spirit, and then my little brain settled down to an unassailable goal – “Ma, I want to be a horse when I grow up”. As I grew up to learn the theory of evolution, my expectations for a drastic metamorphosis of the “human to a horse” kind dwindled. But, I felt a strong urge to belong to the wilderness, to the horses, to the stables again. Now, every time I look at a stallion, I see a mirror, for a very wise soul said the following –

“If you are fearful, a horse will back off. If you are calm and confident, it will come forward. For those who are often flattered or feared, the horse can be a welcome mirror of the best in human nature”