tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52691432316859589252024-03-13T10:54:24.563-07:00Bob’s Blog (Bright Spark). UK Standardbred racehorse to Trail Horse, by an amateur. This is Bob’s story, in response to a STAGBI request for information from owners of ex racers about their Standies’ rehabilitation into a new career. It is intended to be of interest to those considering owning an ex racing Standardbred for the first time, and is not meant to be educational.Paulinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10022159103012367624noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5269143231685958925.post-39503640485163535762018-02-28T11:24:00.003-08:002022-07-19T09:12:39.364-07:00<div class="MsoNormal">
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<div class="MsoNormal">I'm the thoroughbred for poor men</div><div class="MsoNormal">They say I've got an ugly head</div><div class="MsoNormal">Not glamorous like a racer</div><div class="MsoNormal">'Cos I pull a cart instead</div><div class="MsoNormal">I'm not your pretty show horse</div><div class="MsoNormal">I haven't read the dressage book</div><div class="MsoNormal">Most people will see past me</div><div class="MsoNormal">And not give me a second look</div><div class="MsoNormal">They don't see my robust body</div><div class="MsoNormal">They don't see my hardened feet</div><div class="MsoNormal">They don't see the better doer</div><div class="MsoNormal">I don't need premium to eat</div><div class="MsoNormal">They don't know that I am steadfast</div><div class="MsoNormal">I desire to be your mate</div><div class="MsoNormal">Once I know I can trust you</div><div class="MsoNormal">I'm waiting at the gate</div><div class="MsoNormal">They don't know I am a trier</div><div class="MsoNormal">I want to do my best</div><div class="MsoNormal">I may need to learn some lessons</div><div class="MsoNormal">To pass the riding test</div><div class="MsoNormal">Yeah, I may have some old baggage</div><div class="MsoNormal">But give me time you'll see</div><div class="MsoNormal">Just have faith in this here Standy</div><div class="MsoNormal">You'll see what I can be</div><div class="MsoNormal">I can jump like any Warmblood</div><div class="MsoNormal">I can dance like Arabs too</div><div class="MsoNormal">I can take you for a trail ride</div><div class="MsoNormal">Like the Quarter horses do</div><div class="MsoNormal">I can cut like any stock horse</div><div class="MsoNormal">I can bring it at novelties</div><div class="MsoNormal">I'm for pony club and adult</div><div class="MsoNormal">For begginer and expertise</div><div class="MsoNormal">I may be just a Standy</div><div class="MsoNormal">Only bred to pull a cart</div><div class="MsoNormal">But I'll show you what I can really do</div><div class="MsoNormal">If you just give me a start</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Author Unknown </div>
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<b>Bob was home bred by
Brett Strickland, and raced by his son Nathan, from the age of two until his
retirement from racing aged eight. <o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>He came to us in
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<b>Why a Standardbred?<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>I am an older person,
and had come to the conclusion I had better get on with my bucket list whilst
still able. My intention is to see the UK from the back of a horse, due to
frail limbs that won’t stand up to much walking, and doing it on a mountain
bike is just too much like hard work. I also don’t want to do much in the way
of trotting, due to a bad back, so I wanted a gaited horse that would deliver
me where I wanted to go, comfortably and speedily. NO TROTTING is imperative.<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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I am too large for an Icelandic, and at the time, gaited horses were as rare as
hen’s teeth. I read that a Standardbred pacer can be trained to Gait. On further investigation I learned that Standies have good temperaments,
are hardy and are adaptable to most equine pursuits. I also liked the idea of
giving a working horse a new career, my previous, and only other horse was an
ex pointer.<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>Being ignorant
regarding Standies, I spent time visiting welsh racetracks, to get some idea of
what a Standie is, and talked to owners to get a feel for the breed.<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>Some Standies never make it to the racetrack as they are too slow, others, like our Bob, race at the lower levels and can progress no further, and others have a long
successful career and retire. Some retire due to injury. Some are sold because
the owners have too many horses. I did not trust myself to buy a good horse at
a sale, so I contacted the secretary of the Hereford and Borders Harness Racing club, giving her my requirements and asking
if she knew of any suitable horses. She was very helpful and I was given the
details of owners who were looking for homes for their horses.<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>My requirements were:
15.2hh max. (the largest horse I could conceivably get on from the ground if
necessary), sound, injury free, with a quiet temperament.<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>I told Helen about my
plans, and she decided she would like to join me. Brave girl, she had never
been near a horse in her life, let alone ride one. So, now we needed two
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<b>Why Bob? He was the
right size, had a kind eye, good confirmation, was polite and sound with no
signs of injury. I am an osteopath, and have treated a lot of horses in my
time, so was able to give him the once over and was pretty certain he had no
musculoskeletal issues. When I sat on him, I felt I was not sitting on a brave
horse, and once he knew his job, and Helen could ride (the project had got
rather long term by now!), he would serve her well, and she would not get the
dominance problems a braver horse might give her.<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>For myself, I found a
lovely horse, a winner with a very successful long career. Unfortunately I was
concerned regarding his soundness, which was verified by my vet, who advised he
would not be suitable for trail riding.<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>We were left with one
horse, which subsequently proved fortunate.<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>Bob and Helen started
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<b>All went well until
it was time for Helen to learn to trot. She gave him the aid, he put his best
foot forward, and projected H straight out of the saddle onto the floor. Standardbreds are known for their BIG TROT. It gets easier with schooling.<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>H continued her
training on the shorter striding Bonno<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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riding lessons with myself.<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>I have never trained
a horse before. We had a round pen. I started with a Monty Roberts style join
up. Bob was so shocked by his move from all he knew, I think he was desperate
to join up with anyone. But, he did all the right moves, joined up with me, which made me feel better. I decided all new skills would be learned on the ground, so, he
would not have to cope with my weight as well as trying to balance himself.
Then practice under saddle.<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>We did some of the Parelli
games. Aim was to get Bob skilled at gates and placing him where I wanted his
feet. Vital skills on different terrains, I don’t want to end up stuck in a bog
somewhere. Bob very much likes learning new skills, using his brain and is people
friendly. His confidence grows every time he ‘solves a problem’. <o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>A trail horse has to
balance himself, and me, and work things out for himself. So, no side reins or varieties of for Bob. He had to find his own outline and his ‘lessons’
consisted of presenting him with problems and allowing him to work out the best
solution. . He was very unbalanced, of course. His muscles had been doing
something entirely different all his life. He had been moving laterally with no
rider, on long bends and straights. His muscle development was different to a
riding horse, and my saddle didn’t fit. Fortunately an old Wintec, which is
used for breaking young thoroughbreds, fits everyone. So, we used that one
for the first 6 months.<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>We did circles,
changes of pace, spirals, serpentines, changes of rein, figures of eight, all
with minimal contact with the bit. Bob had to find his own balance, with no
help from me, and develop his riding muscles. First he put his head in the air,
then he tried going along with his nose on the ground. Eventually he found his own equilibrium, with a head
carriage that any novice dressage horse would be proud of.<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>Bob is a spooky
horse. He was frightened of everything unfamiliar, and he had a lot of new sights to get used to. I did some de-spooking in the round pen with tarpaulin, plastic
bags and umbrellas. Bob is intelligent for a horse. This training taught him
that nothing in the round pen, or anything I do to him is going to hurt.
Everything other than that is a potential Bob Killer. We walked in hand around
the lanes and villages, sometimes I was fortunate enough to have a rider to
ride with. Horses learn better from each other than humans, but, I was not
fortunate to have a regular steady horse to go out with. A 12ft lead rope and
rope halter gave best control. I also
took every opportunity to expose him to potential scary things, like following
a tractor and harrow round a field, watching sheep being loaded, and the pigs:<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>We started hacking
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<b>All was well with H,
until it was time to canter. Bonno put in an uncharacteristic buck, and
deposited H on the ground. At this point she decided one brain was better than
two, and she would accompany me on our travels by bike, or foot. Bob was
transferred to my ownership in September 15, and plans for our first trail ride commenced.
I booked farm accommodation for myself, H and two riding companions on the
Ridgeway, Wiltshire, and commenced fitness training for the two day ride, in
spring 2015.<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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and Bob was unhappy. The previous day we had returned from our hack very
relaxed, on the buckle end. I had a schedule to keep to, so we went out.
Mistake. He made it very clear to me he was unhappy, but I ignored him. In
hindsight, we should have done something else that day, which would challenge
him, but was within his capability. Mistake one: I assumed he would know there
was nothing to fear on the familiar route. Mistake two: this was not the same
horse I rode the previous day. Bob was spooking at the moving trees and sounds,
and then spied, in the distance, an object that wasn’t there yesterday! A lady
with a dog on a lead. He is not afraid of either under normal circumstances.
His head went up and he fixated on the object. I have learnt since that
distraction is the best cure for Bob, when he fixes on something. This time I
did as I had been taught, and kept him facing the frightening object. I had
time to get off, but in the past spooks, he has been worse when I dismounted.
He held his ground as the object approached, then tried to spin, slipped and
was down in the road, on my leg.<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>It was a bad break.
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cancer for me. Another summer with no trail riding while I went through my
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yards to be nearer the Ridgeway for conditioning, (bob needed some steep hill
training), and they had a school for jump training and canter work. It also
gave me the opportunity to hack out with others. Bob likes jumping, but is not
careful enough to make a show jumper. I just want him to be able to get over
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<b>We did half the
Ridgeway that summer. My companion had to pull out of day two, so, that is
planned for 2018. Bob enjoyed himself. He was confident, calm and a real
pleasure to ride. We crossed the M4 motorway over a bridge, encountered new
sights and sounds, negotiated a steep downhill escarpment at Sugar hill, and
tripped and stumbled over tree roots, until Bob started looking where he was
putting his feet. Good lesson. Approaching the M4 on a long open grassy plain,
Bob fixated on fast moving cars in the distance, which worried him. I
distracted him by doing serpentines all the way to the M4, and he obliged,
keeping one ear on the cars, but doing as I asked, not baulking once. When we
reached the M4, and he realised the moving objects were cars and lorries, he
relaxed. I couldn’t be happier. I think I have a trail horse. <o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>Cantering. Bob will
canter on his own, but, not with me on him. This can be a problem with racing
Standies, who are taught not to break into canter. He will, with bad grace,
canter loose in the round pen, or on the end of a rope. I have tried voice command,
using a take off pole, hoping he will break into a canter when jumping, and
cantering with others uphill. Apart from the odd couple of strides, he prefers
to pace or fast trot. Patience here I think.</b><br />
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<b>As usual, Bob cantered in his own time, when I wasn't asking him to. We were schooling in the round pen, and some poles had been left down from a previous occupant. They were a little too far apart for Bob's stride, and he started cantering whilst reaching for them. He generally works out his own problems. Problem solved? Well, not quite. He would canter in the round pen, but nowhere else! Back to square one. I moved yards and tried cantering in a bigger school but he got in a tizz, just offering a few steps and then panicking. There is a gentle uphill straight canter track on one of our hacks on which he will give me a lovely calm steady canter, because he finds it easier than trying to pace uphill.</b><br />
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<b>Gaiting. Bob gaited from the start. He has a very fast walk, and bats along at a great rate of knots when he is leading. According to my reading, the experts advise establishing 3 good gaits, in walk, trot and canter, before asking for the intermediate gaits. For this reason, I have not encouraged him to gait, but whilst negotiating the Shropshire hills in 2018, my friend who was following me shouted "He's doing something really weird with his feet!" Whatever he was doing, it was comfortable and got us up the hills at a good rate! I have yet to video him to try and decide what type of gait he has adopted. They range from an even 4 time Running Walk, through the middle range Rack, to the Foxtrot, which looks like a Pace, but is 4 time. What makes them smooth to sit to, is that one foot is on the ground at all times, unlike the hard bouncy trot or pace, where two feet strike the ground at the same time.</b><br />
<b>We had a lovely stay at Tugford farm, if any of you fancy taking your horse on holiday. They have a hot tub which is just lush...…..</b><br />
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