Alida Stander talks about her horse, her experiences of riding
as a child and how she took up riding again at the age of,
well, when she was older. ..................
Greetings from South Africa.
I am a full time secretary, part time writer and life long
student of horses. I am quite green when it comes to
riding, having only taken lessons for about two-years and
have only recently become a half-owner of a lovely percheron
cross with a few personality quirks that keeps me sitting
up straight, my heels down and my mind awake.
My idea of "accomplished riding" includes not
being attacked by the mounting block, managing to cinch up
that girth strap that keeps shrinking, or putting together
my bridle! Olympics and World Championships will be
avidly followed on TV and recorded, so that we can watch
it over and over again and hopefully by some sort of osmosis,
absorb some of that grace and beauty and skill that might
ooze from their glove-clad fingertips
Left is a picture of my daughter (8yrs old) on
the school pony Apollo (around 18yrs old). She looks
like me - just (a lot) smaller. and this little horse has
taught hundreds of children to ride, has a beautiful rhythmic
canter and jumps anything you point him at, but on a bad
day can deposit even an advanced rider bum first into the
sand arena with a well timed buck. The younger/less experienced
the rider, the less likely he is to get up to his nonsense.
But more advanced riders have their skills tested& whenever
he decides that they think too much of themselves. My
daughter found that out the hard way just a week ago when
she got deposited on the ground. No injuries except
some minor contusions to her ego. :-) She is very much
in contention for the Olympics - in about 20 years time!
I've always loved horses since I can remember. I owned a
young 18month old stallion named Twister when I was in my twenties
(that was before I learned to ride, please note). Green
horse + green rider = injuries, so NOT a good idea! I got
a broken wrist for my efforts, many falls and lots of trodden
toes. I actually didn't ride him that much. Did
more of a "dirt slalom" behind him as I got dragged
through the vegetable garden. It was only after I pulled
him through a bout of colic that he actually seemed to decide
that I was someone to like and trust.
I trained him on voice commands and did plenty of groundwork
as I knew that I was too heavy to back him myself, and my
riding skills were limited to a walk and a jostling trot
learned at the nearby riding school while I was doing groundwork
with him. We did plenty of hacking out (i.e. me walking
with feed bucket and halter to go and fetch him from the
pretty fillies grazing down the road).
I didn't know that much back then, and he was just over
two when I put a saddle on him (big old western thing that
scared the living daylights out of him until he found the
carrots hidden in all the flaps). With patience, and time,
I eventually "graduated" to riding him around our
five-acre plot at a walk, which we both felt comfortable
with, and later on did a little bit of trotting. Unfortunately
he died shortly after from African Horse sickness. I
was grief stricken and decided I wouldn't ride again.
My daughter was born, then my son, and horses were pretty
to look at, but not for me to ride. Then my daughter
started with riding lessons at her nursery school, and loved
it. When she went to "big school", we had
to go to the yard on a Saturday so she could continue with
her lessons, and my husband, knowing me better than I know
myself, saw that I was interested in more than just being
a spectator. It was not long after that I agreed to "one
lesson only", on a placid old schoolmaster called Charlie. I
got on him, me aged 35, and asked the instructor if he thought
the horse would mind me hurling on& its head. I was terrified! Ricus
said he might just spook, so rather not....
I managed a walk that first day, on the lead rein. No
vomiting. And I signed up for a lesson a week. Trotted
by the third week. Took me 6 months to be brave enough to
canter. But I was happy to do lots of trotting. Well,
if you can imagine a butcher doing brain surgery, I guess
you can call that bouncing about "trotting". But
with patience (from Ricus and from old Charlie) they taught
me to relax, to feel the rhythm, to enjoy the experience.
And with gentle reminders that I did indeed need to breathe,
I became hooked on horse once again.
December 2009 our yard hosted a little Christmas show.
I managed a very respectable 2nd place in the novice
equitation on my half bait horse, Big Chester. The
fact that most of my fellow competitors haven't hit puberty
yet did nothing to diminish my absolute joy at me and Big
Chester surviving the flesh-eating umbrellas, predatory folding
chairs and horse-hungry PA-system that threatened to derail
the poor chap.
So I can do the basic things, have ventured forth into the
scary jumping arena and managed a clear round of terrifyingly
large jumps (40cm...)
Chester is 18 years old and I was presented the opportunity
about six-months ago to half bait (or perhaps you might
know the term half lease?) him, after old Charlie passed
away. He has a few trust issues: sometimes resembles
a steam train thundering across the arena with his nose on
his chest, doesn't like me fiddling around his ears, seems
to take joy in walking backwards whenever I try to mount
from the mounting block, and he has a very strong personality,
but he's my boy and I love him. Cold drink crates
are infested with ghosts and ghouls and is not tolerated.
Especially orange ones!
He is his own herd, and tolerates the other horses around
him - to an extent. He loves carrots, apples, sweet
potato, watermelon, bread - given one treat at a time and
in small quantities of course, much to his disappointment,
and his huge percheron head frisks me for more treats that
MUST be hidden somewhere on my person. But he doesn't
know that he is big. He is a real softie actually, and my
8-year- old daughter rides him with ease, with only an "apple" bit
in his mouth (plastic straight bar and green - apparently
has an apple flavour, but I haven't gone as far as sticking
it in my mouth for a taste). And he is a perfect gentleman
even when my 5-year- old son walks right up to him to stand
between his front legs. Chester then arches his neck this
way and that to get a better look at this bundle of
energy, and stands very, very still, until my son is done
with hugging his huge chest. Grownups he is more wary
of, and it will take some time to build that relationship
of trust that is so important. Unfortunately I work full
time, have a husband, two kids as well as a labrador to
look after, so my time is unfortunately limited . I
see him three times a week, if I’m lucky.
There are those here that think bitless riding is a
waste of time and dangerous; our moderates, who will
do bitless riding at home or in a well enclosed arena on
a horse that is calm, responsive and well schooled and trained
to respond to it, but otherwise would use a bitted bridle
suited to that horse or discipline on outrides or competition,
and then you have the fanatics who equate a bit to horse
abuse (and I have seen heavy handed riders who might convince
me to agree)
My personal opinion that a bit is as harsh or as kind as
the hands that wield it. I like the "combo" of
bitted bridle and neck strap to hang on to when the wheels
come off.
So much for my story! Well, I am talking about my favourite
subject here, so please excuse my ramblings.
Greetings from a hot, no rainy, no sunny...oh what is the
weather doing? A typical Johannesburg summer.
Alida tells us about her Horsey Week-end
I was fortunate enough to attend one of the two days of
competition held at "Penny Place" this weekend. The
yard is run (owned?) by renowned equestrian Anneli Wucherpfennig,
who still actively participates in competition and I was
fortunate enough to speak to her briefly just before she
went into the arena during a show last year, but she seems
to enjoy supporting her young and upcoming students from
a instructor's perspective. What an illustrious career she's
had! And what a lovely person she seems to be. I don't dare
guess her age, but she was competing when I was still a young
girl!
We were only able to attend on the Saturday, but the riding was top class, and the sand arena was laid out with a jumping course the tested and questioned the abilities of horse and rider. Didn't see too many tumbles, but some refusals that had the rider straddling his steed's neck at one point! (and he managed to stay on, shifted back into his saddle, take a turn and clear the jump!) The speed with which those youngsters go through that course was breathtaking and had the audience gasping. We rooted for our instructor Ricus who was riding Kinvara in the 90cm class. Unfortunately she came to a dead stop right before the double combination. Ricus gave her a moment to look at the jump, turned her, and came in again. Took a pole down on the first part, but cleared the second part of the combination. A nice training session for Kinvara who is still very much a baby when it comes to these shows, but she is coming along so nicely.
I was told that Sunday had many of the big names in SA's showjumping circuit attending and competing and the adrenaline was pumping! Big fences, brave horses and determined riders all made for a fantastic show, on both days, and the knowledgeable announcer made it so much more interesting by providing some background info on many of the horse and rider combinations.
Don't know if its normal, but due to the size of the classes, the rule on the day was that if you jumped a clear round, your jump-off would begin immediately. This worked well seeing that some classes had up to 50 competitors!. This saved the horses and riders from having to warm up again and stand ready for an indeterminate amount of time. Quite practical I think, and moved the proceedings along quite nicely, although jumping a clear and having to do it again and at speed for a jump off must have been exhausting! Inbetween, we went to watch the warm ups - seemed to be more action there than in the arena, with the added challenge of between 12 and 20 riders all trying to warm up at the same time with their instructors shouting instruction from the middle or from the side! It was organised chaos, and I was glad to be watching from the sidelines.
A good fun day in scorching heat, rounded off by the usual late afternoon rain.
Visited my big boy the next day and assured him that he was just as gorgeous, if not more so than the horses I looked at the previous day. And he rewarded me with a most beautiful ride, responsive, collected, doing extended trots on cushions of air - my baby.