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Post by Hula the Young Horse Charmer on Nov 7, 2007 23:37:19 GMT -5
i can see that He said with a twinkle in his eyes. His eyes dashed towards Nicole to make sure that she could handle Picasso on hwer own but, as usual, she was cooing at him softly to relaxe. She caught his eye and grinned. He let his eyes wander over to the stallion in frount of him. He felt Missy try to stretch her head towards the stallion.
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Post by |-Trustworthy|-|Dream-| on Nov 8, 2007 16:06:32 GMT -5
Phantom arched his neck sharply,and sniffed the mare.His neck snaked outward and curved to her neck where he left a simple nip.The stallion was remembering his Mustang ways,and was trying to claim the mare as his own.Damia pulled his muzzle away.So,I'm guesing your Joe?
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Post by Hula the Young Horse Charmer on Nov 8, 2007 19:13:22 GMT -5
ya, and your...the new girl he said ignoiring Missy's looks between Picasso and the stallion in frount of her.
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Post by |-Trustworthy|-|Dream-| on Nov 8, 2007 19:15:55 GMT -5
Yea,I guess you can call me that.She smiled with a slight laugh.
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Post by Hula the Young Horse Charmer on Nov 8, 2007 19:21:06 GMT -5
He calls everyone the new girl tilll there is another one Nicole shouted as she canter by the post in the hunter ring.
Joe smiled, I'd better give Missy some exercise before she gets too impatient he said looking at the mare next to him.
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Post by |-Trustworthy|-|Dream-| on Nov 8, 2007 19:24:22 GMT -5
Okay,I've gotta keep him moving too,this cool weather caught us both off gaurd.Damia said,patting the stallion softly.
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Post by Hula the Young Horse Charmer on Nov 8, 2007 19:54:51 GMT -5
He led Missy over to the mounting block and tightened her girth. He hoped on and Missy was powerinbg forward.
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Post by |-Trustworthy|-|Dream-| on Nov 8, 2007 20:00:27 GMT -5
Damia watched silently,she smiled slightly.She missed jumping days.Hey,can I borrow an English Hunt Seat Saddle?
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Post by Hula the Young Horse Charmer on Nov 8, 2007 20:03:15 GMT -5
Burrow anything you want, just put it back when you are done[/]b he said smiling.
Picasso canter straight at a 2"3 oxer, he could easily clear it, but lately he freaked at shows so she had decorated the job with boxes and flowers.
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Post by |-Trustworthy|-|Dream-| on Nov 8, 2007 20:12:39 GMT -5
Damia retacked Phantom in English tack.The stallion's eyes brightened as he felt her nerves build at the feling of wanting to fly again.She led Phantom to the Hunter Ring and mounted,adjusting back to the light feeling of the tack.Sitting deeper,she heeled Phantom into a canter.The stallion arched his neck,savoring the bit lightly.His long legs stretched,she turned to a 2'9 vertical.The stallion kept an even pace and leaped easily over it.Show off,she muttered.Turning him toward a 3'3 oxer.Phantom didn't hesitate,even the bright flowers he'd never seen made him take no notice.He rounded into his scopey jump,and glided easily over the oxer,feet to spare.Good boy,she beamed,as he cantered off the back side,and she returned to her seat from 2-Point.
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Post by Hula the Young Horse Charmer on Nov 8, 2007 20:21:49 GMT -5
((somewhat unlikely but cool, your horse can jump!))
Nicole whislled in awe, her horse could jump that, but she needed to train him to jump calmer so he could hopefully be a good hunter horse, if not she could allways do jumpers. He had come a long way in her two years of jumping him.
Joe shook his head, that girl was gonna hurt her horse if she pushed him like that.
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Post by |-Trustworthy|-|Dream-| on Nov 8, 2007 20:40:36 GMT -5
I see you.Damia joked.He's not getting pushed Joe,he's jumped every day of his life.Well almost.We never competed in it,we've stuck to Western.
(lol,i know,my horses only do a teeny bit of Western,I'm a jumper too.lol.I own a 14.2hh pony named Razzmatazz.Hey,I wants to PM joo,hold ^)
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Post by Hula the Young Horse Charmer on Nov 8, 2007 20:48:21 GMT -5
You didn't even warm up, on a 2 footer you'll kill his legs one day he said riding Missy down to jump the others.
Nicole felt Picasso start to look at the jump infrount of his earily. Before she knew it he was sliding to a stop right infrount of the jump and she was thrown of balance. she gripped the martigale desperatly. After a few seconds she managed to get her balance back and slid off her pony leading him up to the jump to let him sniff. She knew better them to try to force him over it.
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Post by |-Trustworthy|-|Dream-| on Nov 8, 2007 22:10:25 GMT -5
Were you out here at 4am?Damia asked slowly,trying not to push her luck.I took him on a trail and we cleared plenty of logs two foot and under.[/b]
(sry so short)
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Post by Hannibal Casry on Nov 8, 2007 22:16:23 GMT -5
comments;; holy crap, I know absolutely nothing about all this jumping stuff... bare with me guys. No fancy stuff here from me. Hailey rode up to the barn on her white mare as quietly as she could. She didn't want to attract any unneeded attention since she was new here. It was already weird enough since she knew no one, but if she arrived and found people with similar interests then she would be able to at least have something in common with the others. Although she was worried about how things would go, and she was being overly self conscious she hoped things were gonna go well.
She was a very self conscious person because her strong southern accent was hard to understand if she talked too fast, and she felt almost anorexic compared to some of the people she'd run into here. Her long blonde hair hung over her shouldered and framed her pale features that high lighted her big blue eyes. She had a dazzling smile that has never seen braces and she was dressed in all black. She wore a bracelet with a garnet stone in it that represented her January birthday and it was placed on a black wrist band that fit her small wrist snugly.
Hailey carefully maneuvered Badra through the place and got off the mare. Hailey led her horse along quietly, hoping to find someone she could speak to. She felt as if she were trespassing because she had no appointment to meet with anyone so her steps through the gravel path were careful and she tried not to attract attention. Finally she came upon a few people that were out were on jumps. She was new to jumping and couldn't do nearly as well as the girl who rode the mustang. A 3'3 seemed really high, and she didn't think she could compete with that...
"Excuse me, do any of you know a person I could speak to about boarding?" she asked, her sweet country accent sticking out like an Eskimo in Hawaii. |
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