CANTER Mid Atlantics Kid Klondike

So I get asked all of the time why I don’t own a brazillion OTTB’s, having access to so many cute faces on the regular, and the answer is two-fold.

First, I own 7 horses.  There, I said it.  I admitted it out loud, I own SEVEN HORSES.  *THUNK* (allie faints)

Second, the reason I don’t own 15 horses is that I try to keep a little bit of a distance from them.  I go and love on them, groom, feed carrots, you name it, but I keep my heart at bay.  It’s something i’ve nearly mastered after 7 years of doing this.  Note I said “nearly mastered”.  Yesterday I found myself saying “you CANNOT HAVE ANOTHER HORSE ALLIE! NO!, BAD DOG!” after having what had to be one of the most fun times I’ve ever had on a horse.

Kelly and I decided to take the horses to a local Hunter Pace put on by HCIBH, at the beautiful Pleasant Prospect Farm.  We loaded up Klondike and my horse Phinny, and headed off on a chilly morning.  The ponies loaded great and we pulled into the farm with approximately 80 other trailers.  There were a LOT of horses.  We got registered and headed back to get dressed.  We pulled ponies off the trailer and tied them up while we changed.  Phinny, ever ADD-riddled, paced in place.  Klondike stood just taking in the sights without moving a muscle.  SUCH a good boy.

My initial plan was to tack him up and just wander around the trailers in-hand to let him take everything in, as I was expecting him to be at least a little looky.  Well, he proved me wrong.  Stood like a gentleman to be tacked up, stood for me to get on, walked calmly past the kids galloping about and down into the crowd of cars/people/horses, so we went ahead on to the start line.  Here’s a video of Klondike being an ANGEL.

We started out trotting a little bit away from the crowd, and up the driveway past all the barns and trailers, and picked up a nice little canter along the treeline.  I’d never cantered klondike before except for a few little strides (and had only ridden him once before ever) and was shocked at how fantastic the stride felt.  Very rhythmic and steady–he never increased pace, eased into my contact and comfortably cantered until I sat and half-halted.  Back he came to a lovely trot and down to a walk, where we turned down our path into a trappy, muddy looking creek.  He marched through the muddy creek (it was boot-sucking mud, and scary looking!) as if he’d done it 100 times before.  I looked back to see Kelly and Phinny pop over it, as most horses tend to do in these scenerios (deep ravine, small creek, muddy landing).

We toodled up the path and cantered a bit more, and this time Klondike picked up this fantastic canter where we just felt like we were loping down a hunter line.  I sat in the tack and giggled, giving a little squeeze every now and again to remind him that I’d like to keep going.  On top of the hill Kelly and I were chatting about something insignificant when I realized we’re literally walking past the equivalent of a junkyard, and Klondike hasn’t even bothered to blink.  Ok, this horse is unreal, EVERY horse should be looking at this stuff!

THEN! Klondike, Phinny, Kelly and I conquered MT. DISASTROUS!  This was one of the steepest, trappiest, muddiest/rooty/scary hills i’ve been down in a long time.  It was well chewed up and had I been on a less steady mount, I’d have found another way down, it was SKEEERY!  Once Klondike realized that I wasn’t helping him out on making it down, he figure out how to kind of sit back on his butt and inch down slowly.  When we got to the bottom (it was a long hill!) I pat his neck and told him what a good man he was.  He arched up into my hand as if to say “I am so AWESOME, you betta recognize!11!!!”

Once we were well warmed up and clocking along, we decided to take a little jump.  Other than the day prior, I don’t think Klondike has jumped solid obstacles in the open before.  Well, lets just say you would never be able to tell.  He bravely approached a log, lightly popped over and patted the ground on the other side.  He was round, he was rhythmic, he was fantastic.  I squealed in glee.

I got a bit braver and decided to jump a tire jump that we came upon.  I at least expected a little squirreling around, or at least a teeny wriggle in front of the jump.  But not only did he not wriggle, he never changed pace and only required me to sit balanced in the tack.  Bloop! over we went, effortless and adorable.

Klondike thought the river was fun too, and led the way through each time, and proudly marched anywhere we pointed.

This continued for the length of the ride, with Klondike leading over logs on the trail, and even going through a three stride little log combination with all the grace of a seasoned A/O horse.  Oh holy cats, i’m loving this horse more and more.  I actually felt him go “hrmm, this monkey on my back isn’t going to tell me what to do here, I better figure it out myself” and adjust his pace to jump perfectly, land lightly, and perfect three strides to the out.  SO MUCH FUN!

He was so good, I thought it would be a fine display of bad horsemanship to loop my reins and videotape the experience.

The only excitement of the entire day came when we were in a rather open field, and several groups of horses came busting out of the woods and galloping in all directions.  That got us a few sideways canter steps, but once we were headed forward again we had completely fine Klondike who really was not bothered at all by the horses crossing his path.  While all of this was going on, I decided to jump a post-and-rail in our way to keep his brain engaged (this is KEY with OTTB’s, if there is something scary going on, give them something else to concentrate on) and kept on with my canter.  The groups of hooligans disappeared from sight and we both loped along a beautiful meadow past a field of cattle.  Without blinking, Klondike eased into my hand and we picked up the pace just the tiniest bit.  I checked the brakes and saw that they were working just fine still and turned around to check on Kelly.  When I looked back I saw the hooligans show up again, and they were now directly behind us and closing fast.  Etiquette states that you let the group ahead of you know you’d like to pass, and wait for them to move off the trail so the faster group can continue on. As demonstrated here by two lovely girls poking along a little faster than we were, you can see we’ve pulled off to the side to let them pass:

Well, some folks never got the memo about etiquette in horse riding, and those people need to be beaten about the head with a bag of oranges.  So class, if you saw two people cantering along just as happy as can be, and you were in a group of 4, behind another group of 3, what would be the appropriate response if you were dead-on galloping?  I can tell you what the appropriate response is not, and that is to not warn the slower group you were approaching, not pick one side to pass on, and instead split your field between two horses.  Can you tell this irks me a bit?  This is how you can get someone killed folks, it’s not fun, it’s not funny, and it’s not safe.  We were in a giant field, there was plenty of room to pass, and when I’m sitting on a very green horse turning around and screaming to please not blast past us, much less split the field around me (that means horses went around both sides of me at warp speed), that means you!

Luckily I’ve had experience with jerks before, and knew that the appropriate response was to go a bit faster on Klondike, so it kind of fools them into thinking they arent getting left behind.  Well, I was very cautious because the typical response of a horse in this situation is to lose their proverbial marbles.  Klondikes response was more “GAME ON!” and he took a feel and galloped on a bit.  I let him gallop (no sense in fighting since it was good footing and it would tire him a bit) for about 20 seconds then asked him to come back a bit to a nice canter clip, and aimed him for the last post-and-rail jump on the course.  He took that in stride and came back to a lovely trot and walk when i asked.

SUCH A GOOD BOIEEEEEE!

Back at the trailer we tied up again and got undressed.  Klondike looked tired, but happy.  I’m in Love.  I want him.  I’m going to end up the crazy horse lady, with lots of lovely ponies and no family or friends.  Someone better buy this horse before I do, spread the word!

I call this, Big horse, Giant Halter.

(On a gross money related note, Klondike is proving his worth daily, and his constant price increase is showing that! He’s still a bargain at $3000!)

This is a cross-post from my own personal blog, but it involves the cutest of Kids, Mr. Klondike.

Yesterday my own horse Tuck had a minor choke episode, and I ran out to the field to give him some IV medication and hang out until he felt better. Running made me tired, and so did digging around in poor Tucks neck for his giant Jugular vein with a tiny needle (is his skin made of plastic??)…so I laid down right there in the pasture.
Laying down, or doing anything “unusual” in a field of horses can have some funny reactions from the residents.

Tuck was confused at first.

and walked around to get a better look

Soon the other horses in the pasture were interested in what was happening–(click for video)

Here is Klondike with his terrible haircut that yours truly gave him. I’d call him a very “Social” animal….he likes to get close:

Really…..Close….

Really, really, Really…..Close.

Extra, Super, Fantasti-duper Close….

He also thought that shoes and legs in the air were worth investigating.

But just barely interesting….

Remember kids, I’m laying down here. I hear my faithful readers saying “Hey, is laying down among horse feet safe?” And the answer is no. No it is not. But you see, I live on the edge, people. You cannot stop this train. Fear does not exist in my world. I am FEARLESS in the face of horse feet.
Ok, so none of that is true. I just thought it was funny watching the horses watching me. And you know, funny trumps dangerous every time.

You know what it does not trump? It does not trump Poo in the hair.

Sometimes Poo just happens.

–Allie

*sidenote, as Kelly mentioned, Klondike got his shoes on, so he’s ready to rock and roll!

Do you like my singing?

You don’t? Thats ok, Klondike didn’t either, but I cannot stop singing little songs to his adorable face whenever i’m around him. The most recent one is Sugar Sugar by the Archies. Klondike obliges my crazy, but looks at me like a crazy person.

Last night was foot trimming time. Being out in the field, Klondikes feet were a bit unbalanced, and so began the rebalance and eventual shoe-application up front. He had some hoof wall break off, so shoes were not a great idea last night, but we’ll get them on in a few weeks. When his foot was stretched up on the stand, he thought it was great fun to ruffle through the farriers hair which was adorable to see. He’s an affectionate, attention-seeking little guy for sure, which Jessica told me time and again, but i’d not really spent hands-on time with him before.

He really enjoys coming into the barn, and especially enjoys sticking his nose in every container hanging in the aisleway.

Last night also started clipapalooza for the Kloninator, which he was very much un-phased by. I only had the little clippers handy (I was feeling too lazy to walk the 100 yards to the trailer to get the other pair–laziest.person.ever)

Tonight he’ll get ridden by someone at the barn who fell in love with him after I stuck her up there for a trail ride on Sunday. He was, as usual, perfect. I do believe she’s smitten. Too bad she already owns a spoiled horse

Photo: random shot of Sunshine Admiral until we get more Klondike pics!

First, some background.

“Kid Klondike” retired from racing in October of 2006 after only his second start.  After bowing a tendon, Klondike’s owner and trainer decided that retiring their $90,000 3 year old investment would be a better option than rehabbing and running him again.

When he arrived at CANTER he was cocky and “On the muscle” (meaning very fit) and bordering on mean and dangerous in the stall.  He was looking at three months of stall rest for his injury followed by several months of controlled turnout (small, flat areas).  Once he let down from his racing fitness, he was much more easily managed.

Klondike began work this past fall but had a minor setback when some tendon fibers in the injured leg became irritated.

This blog will chronicle his return to the real world of work.