United States Eventing Association

Back To Eventing: The Cast Assembles

(The author recounts her return to eventing after 20+ years away.)

"But probably, if I had to pick one thing that I had to hang my hat on, I would want the horse that I was going to buy to have a face that I would enjoy seeing poked over the stall webbing every morning, waiting for breakfast."

James C. Wofford

Training the Three-Day Event Horse and Rider

[Doubleday 1995, p20]

The Horse Arrives

Roscoe is an 11-year-old, 17.1-hand, bay Thoroughbred gelding. No, that's not a typo. When he sees voices and hikes up those ears, he channels his inner giraffe. I became enchanted despite not because. He comes with buttons installed for jumpers and dressage, with the dial up to 10 for Likes to Jump. As I understand his life history, he has not hopped over so much as a twig outside the ring.

Riders understandably dream about owning a big, fancy horse. Be careful what you wish for. There is nothing comfortable about being handed the keys to a Ferrari.

The Rider's Resume

Aged, 15h, Caucasian mare.

Past Experience:

Rode as a kid at summer camps and on a fat pony owned by a distant relative.

Leased first horse in mid-teens.

Earned a graduate B from Upper Valley (VT) & Potomac (MD) Pony Clubs.

Rode in the Intercollegiate Horse Show Association. Learned that good looks and charm can cover a multitude of sins.

Survived a short stint as a working student at an eventing barn. Learned that I did not want to do horses professionally.

Owned three horses prior to Roscoe, most recently an off-the-track Thoroughbred who preferred jumpers.

Current Eventing Level:

Beginner Novice - could and have kicked just about anything over BN, except my previous horse but that's a post for another day.

Novice - on a cooperative horse.

Training - on a made horse.

Preliminary - as a passenger.

Intermediate or Advanced - not outside of a Star Trek holodeck.

The Groom's Story

Picture me leaping off Previous Horse after a stellar jumper trip at an A-rated show. Stage left, my coach waves me back into the arena to watch the competition take my line - slower. I win! Pause. Where's my horse? At last reckoning, he was standing in the breezeway. See me charge back out to find that my insert-adjective-here hubby has quietly taken the horse back to the trailer and is untacking him prior to hosing. Better than roses.

Top Ten Reasons You Know You Found the Right Horse

10 This time, you don't send the video to all your friends for their opinion beforehand.

9 The seller has another horse who is cute, suitable, and perfect. You don't even take him out of the stall.

8 While you are deciding, you see other horses & automatically think, "My horse is prettier."

7 You start to imagine how he would look in your pasture.

6 You superstitiously freak out when someone congratulates you before the fate is fully accomplished.

5 You find previous horse's Coggins in your brush box & don't get weepy.

4 What was ugly on another horse becomes adorably goofy.

3 You find yourself at the grocery store making daily carrot runs.

2 You email his photo to anyone on your email list who might be remotely interested.

& the number one reason YKYFtRH:

1 When he pitches a widget that would incite panic from a different horse, you laugh and tell him to get over himself.