Vintage Jazz.
It was , for a change, a nice dry day today so I took Jazz up the hill to the place he makes a fuss about. This is not the first place he used to make a fuss about, he's fine there now. This is a different one - and they were scaffolding it ! Well, you'd have thought a row of slaughtermen smelling of horse blood and holding smoking guns were there. He fought me and fought me and fought me. In order to stop him climbing banks (forwards or in reverse), I had to resort to some pretty strong-arm tactics and in the end he had made his teeth bleed, he fought so bad. He bucked and bucked and bucked, but it was sharply uphill and laughably easy to sit to. For an hour he battled, turned, twisted, groaned, bucked, sulked and gave the two workmen some real entertainment. Then he walked straight past it all with barely a skitter.
(For anyone new to Jazz, I don't get off and lead him past because his history is that if you ever do that then the next time he will be even more dangerous.)
Then I took Radar out on a long tough hack up a very steep and stony track as part of our preparation for hunting. On the way home we went past the scaffolders he was absolutely great. He gets nervous but he trusts me when I tell him that things are safe. Now, I know the scaffolders don't know diddly squat about horses, but even so ...... Jazz is not a brown chestnut, he's bright red. He has four white legs and a lot of white on his face. Radar is so dark brown most people would call him black. All over except for one tiny sock. But one of the scaffolders asked, perfectly seriously, is that the same horse?????
I could have died laughing but I thought it might upset the chap. It's quite made my day!
C
posted by cptrayes @ 2:44 PM
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What a rip! Maybe the workmen thought you'd take Jazz home and dyed him or something??? *lol*
What a determined boy Jazz is. Once he sets his mind to something, he doesn't give up easily. Glad you were able to sit it out. Had it been me on Tucker, I'd be on the ground--and not by choice, although the uphill did help, I'm sure. Scary to me but if you're laughing about it....Hey, if it took an hour, think how much fitter you both will be for the work! *G*
I do prefer Radar's assessment of the "danger" though. A good sign that he decided if you thought it was OK, then it was OK. Far better than Jazz.
Maybe Jazz was picking up on the workmen's vibes, "Hey Bill, is that a horse or some kind of dragon thing? Maybe it's one of those chameleon thingies that change color, eh?"
See, Jazz was insulted. *G*
tee hee, but the workmen obviously know women, he knew it was the same rider!!!
Tracey B
Jean it was funny, he was forty yards away from them but they looked terrified! Mind you, he was snorting and cavorting like a fire-breathing dragon!!
No wolf whistles though Tracey - perhaps they don't go for flourescent shapeless safety coats?
C
I'll bet the scaffolders don't get entertainment like that every day! Amazing, the difference between your two horses.
ML I know that most of the hunting field thought that all Jazz's antics were me. I am dying to get out there and show them what happens when I'm on a normal horse! Having said that, I'll probably fall off at the opening meet now :-)))
Jazz is the only horse I have ever met who I could not persuade to release control to me. He simply will not allow himself to be reassured, or bossed, into believing that he is not going to get hurt.
In my experience of something over thirty horses that I have owned and dozens more that I have handled and/or ridden for friends, he is completely unique. Unfortunately, not wholly in a positive way!
He is fiendishly strong willed, but he picked the wrong owner if he thought he could ever win that kind of battle. I was in just the right mood for him today and it was good fun, in a bizarre and rather warped way :-)))
C
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