A Note About This Blog

I used to be a writer. Unpublished, but a writer just the same. I have several 100,000 word novels sitting on my hard drive. Then I fell off a horse and got a concussion that scrambled my brains really good (yes, I was wearing a helmet.) After that forming a written sentence was very difficult for quite some time. It's still difficult, but at least now generally the sentence structure isn't egregiously flawed. Verbally and written wrong words pop in, I switch words around, and sometimes I make no sense at all. It isn't because I don't have knowledge of grammar and punctuation, but my brain simply can't do it sometimes. Reading this blog you're accepting that there's going to be things that look like typos or make no sense. It's not because I don't proofread, it's because my damaged brain doesn't see what's wrong. I try my best, but things will slip through. I don't need them pointed out, I know they're there, but if I continued to worry about them I wouldn't write at all. I didn't for quite some time. It's painful as a past master of words to use them so badly, but fortunately the words don't seem to mind.

Saturday, March 19, 2016

Hunting!

I am so behind on my dissertation, which should not be surprising, as I was once crowned as the Queen of Procrastination.

However! Naners and I crossed something off my bucket list: Foxhunting! Or, actually, coyote hunting, as that's what they do in Santa Fe. And, as a side note: they've never actually caught a coyote.

Caza Ladron was having their Guest Hunt and Pony Club members were specifically invited, so down we went with my friend JK. There were enough people for four fields. First field is the one that actually stays up with the hounds, galloping around the desert. Then Second Field, lots of canter. Third field was supposed to be Walk-Trot, some canter. Fourth field had kids on lead lines.

Before the hunting fun though, we met the hounds and had a talk on hunting, since there were so many kids (30 guests!) Five different pony clubs were represented on the hunt.

I love hounds

JK and I started in Third Field. Naners was... not her characteristic calm self. When everyone was walking we were doing collected trot and passage, when everyone was trotting we were doing collected canter. I'm not complaining about that as she has a really great canter. I did tell her that when we start moving up the levels if she tries to convince me she can't do collected things I'll know she's lying. The field trotted for a good half hour. I should have been dying, but I wasn't. But, when we stopped for our first check I told the leader person I needed to move back to Fourth field, I just wasn't fit enough for that much trotting.

So, we took a leisurely walk back towards fourth, met up with some peeps that were riding ahead. Since there were so few of us Naners and I jumped a ditch, glad she still meets those with no hesitation.

Fourth Field



When we got out of that bunch of horses that was trotting Naners settled down into quiet trail horse mode. I need to get her out on more rides with lots of horses. I also need to get more fit before I go back out.

The might Hunstman and the hounds
We're already making plans for next year and thinking we'll go down at least once to help exercise the hounds, so those of us that aren't fit enough to gallop around for hours can actually see them :D