It’s the Year of the Horse… Are You Accomplishing Your Dreams Yet?
Like every year for me, last year was a year of ups and downs… Claire poked her eye out… I had a surprise foal… I spent the year paying off Claire’s medical bills…
I was inspired to really tackle this Year of the Horse thanks to one of my dear 4-H kiddos who designed our District T-Shirts.
Year of the Horse t-shirt – Designed by Rachel Buehren
See the important print? “It’s Our Year!”
Yep, time to take this year to accomplish some dreams! Here are a few off my life list this year…
- Ride Claire in a Recognized Dressage Show: done! We may have only gone Intro but I rode at a recognized show and was cheered on by everyone! HJU friends, family, non-horse friends who showed up to support us.
Start getting mildly serious about Dressage – Check! We’re taking two lessons per month with a USDF Dressage Judge (Not saying that we’re doing super awesome yet).
Show Prince in a real “campaign” season – So far so good. He’s shown everywhere across the state so far at least twice per month and we are having fun. Man, I love showing!
Show at Upperville – Done!! The Upperville Colt and Horse Show is the oldest horse show founded in 1853, and is a “AA” rated show. It’s the pinnacle of showing and just having the honor to show there was enough! We didn’t place in a class of 12 but Prince was the fan favorite with everyone hugging on him and taking photos.
Show in another state - While I’ve technically done that before in a grooms class I wanted to go just for me. At the West Virginia Miniature Horse Championships Sammy and I were Reserve Champion Gelding and between my friend and I and our three minis we won 28 Medals, 13 trophies and over $200 in prize money!!!
Eliminating drama. Wow, did that feel therapeutic! Unfollowed a few people on FB, cleaned up my newsfeed…so done with hearing drama.
Saying goodbye to a lady who gave me all – This sounds so sad but I had the honor of caring for Flower for 1 1/2 years and she had a great life here living out her final days before the laminitis and founder finally claimed her. She was able to birth the beautiful foal she surprised us with last year and was able to live here being loved and having everything she needed instead of the auction line where she was found.
Working on my Equine Business Goals – So far we are moving forward. I don’t have plans to teach like a riding school style but I’m offering my services and am happy to get started. Offering Show Management services, as well as Show Judging and professional grooming/exhibiting and I teach a few things too.
Being BEYOND PROUD of my 4-H Horse Knowledge Team! Coached all the way from the County and District Finals to states for ribbons in everything! Hippology, and Horse Judging as a team and individuals.
Ride at Thoroughbred Heritage Horse Show
Keep working with Prince and get him State Fair ready
Nail that Canter with Claire!
and who knows what else. As they come to me I’ll try to check them off my equine bucket list.
So friends, what have you accomplished this year?
4th of July Celebratory Safety! Does Your Farm Have a Plan?
Here in the US it’s the 4th of July, aka Independence Day, where we celebrate the liberation from British Rule with large parties, parades and lots of fireworks!
While we celebrate with cookouts, beverages, games and other merriment it’s a great time to assess farm safety with visitors and fireworks!!
With that in mind here are a few things to keep in mind if you are celebrating at the farm with outside guests:
- Make sure you have sufficient signage for safety, liability and the potential loss of fingers.
- Post clear signage on stalls or paddocks if you have horses with issues or special dietary needs advising visitors (and children) that they shouldn’t be feeding them cupcakes, or apples etc… ( I had a mare who easily foundered and the local kids used to bring her handfuls of mints…)
- Talk with neighbors or your own farm family to make sure everyone knows that the horses are/are not ok to pet. And that we need to do to keep guests OUT of the fields.
- Offer a planned visit of the horses so people don’t just walk into the field with the killer pony… or worse, decide to ride said pony!
True Story: I was showing at the state fair of VA which is an extremely crowded venue. I stand up from scrubbing my pony’s white back legs to witness a dad who has set his 4 year old on my cross tied, soap covered driving pony’s back and genuinely didn’t know why I had a problem with that…
- Make sure hot things are never near hay!!
Neighbors or community planning a fireworks display?
- Talk to your neighbors and local friends about any news of planned celebrations.
- Talk with your vet. Some horses are ok with fireworks, some will tear through a fence get loose on the road and require staples… thereby a sedative might be in order.
- I suggest turnout! As prey animals horses are not generally ok with all that assaulting action while boxed in a stall. Unless you have a cowboy mounted shooting horse you may have some panic.
- Make a plan. I unfortunately never go to 4th of July parties because the neighbors who own the field next door like to shoot off fireworks (they started on the 28th of June this year) and one of my boarder horses is NOT ok with the noise.
Again… make sure hot things are never near hay!!
Happy 4th of July! Stay Safe and Have a Great Day!!
Review: Spur of the Moment Spur Straps… Just Enough Bling
I’m one of “those” people… and by “those”, I mean George-Morris-would-be-proud classic, at least in public. While I rock hot pink breeches at home with a purple saddle pad and look like Easter just happened to my white horse, in public I am very traditional with my attire. I braid for schooling shows. At the schooling dressage/CT shows, I am either fully turned out in a coat or at the least a monotone polo, white saddle pads, black tack and all. I have a very simple clear stone browband, but I am just not the kind of gal to show in a shadbelly with hot pink bedazzled points and collar. (I saw it on a rider at one show; it was very pretty but found it to be distracting while she rode.)
I also show Western halter so I have my time to get my fix when I’m covered in sparkles and my time when I’m not. But I ran across this really cool item selling in local and international tack shops as well as online. “Spur of the Moment” they promise “Classy Bling for Every Ring!!” OK Spur straps sound simple enough, but Spur of the Moment has taken them to the next level in a very classy way!I finally saw a way to add fun little personal bling without looking like an encrusted, bedazzled cupcake on a horse!
For the price of only $30 I was for sure they’d be a little charm glued on a cheap strap for me to break the charm off and have to fight with bulky straps but NO! The leather is fantastic, super soft, and the perfect thickness!! And the bling… I have no clue how her hands get them secured on so well since you’re working with a very small space but they are spectacular.
Being the custom lover that I am I snapped a photo of the card on the straps and got online. I found hundreds of gem options and browsed until I found my match. #38 a beautiful oval pearl surrounded by clear bling, all approx the size of a quarter.
I contacted the owner Sasha and she had them made and shipped to me super fast! I had saved them all this time for my “big” show of the year and wore them with pride in my dressage test, they were small enough to not distract from the look but big enough to be there.Mine even survived a fall and drag across a gravel driveway, Tall boots destroyed…bling still intact. (Proof of great workmanship!) The variety of stones is endless and you’ll love how custom they feel!
I’ve already purchased a set as a gift for my boarder who like me wants a little sparkle! These are great for Dressage, Jumpers and I’ve even seen a few local hunters sporting them. These straps are plenty fun while staying classy in the ring. Mine made their debut at my first licensed dressage show and I found them to be daring enough while remaining respectfully conservative.
To learn more, visit Spur of the Moment’s Facebook page or Etsy shop.
Dear Coach, Believe In Me – presented by Walsh
Sounds simple right? Just believe in me. Well it’s easier said than done. One of the hardest things I’ve experienced is trying to find an instructor for my crazy mare and I who won’t give up on us. Someone to genuinely look me in the eye and give me the confidence that this mare is worth fighting for (and with) to get to our goal. Our goals aren’t super long or advanced but really a sane horse that can handle a training level dressage test and get herself on the trailer are our big life goals. Right now we are the walk/trot and occasional canter that generally ends on the wrong lead with some bucks for good measure who can’t get on the trailer and has a 4 hour stand off. I’ve had people tell me to sell her (pretty sure I couldn’t give my drama queen away she’s so high maintenance!), ship her off for months of training, or just breed her and get another horse to ride. All for me are not even options, as we are going to work through her life drama and nail a left lead or a 20 meter circle one of these days!
Albeit a small blog this entry I hope I can reach many a trainer and instructor, coach and even judge to tell them that the most important thing you can do for a student who struggles with a horse that’s not there yet is to just believe in them. In my lesson as described in my last blog (When to call the vet- training edition) My horse decided to trot backwards while bucking across the arena, yes that’s a new PSG dressage move you just haven’t heard of yet! However The entire time my instructor was working me through this with a few simple statements that got me calm and helped me move on:
“I know it’s so easy for me to tell you down here how to do this and not be in the saddle, so keep working at it and I know it’s far harder up there to get this done”.
A HUGE statement for a trainer of any kind! She really recognized that her telling me to do something is easier than me doing it in the saddle, she really took time to credit my intelligence, my abilities, and to give me the confidence that this will eventually work.
“You’ll work through this” “You’ll come out the other side of this”.
It is so REASSURING to hear that there is light at the end of this bucking tunnel! My horse has NO work ethic and when her little timer goes off we are done, so we are working on that timer! For an experienced person to tell me they’ve been in my boots and that we will work this out and it will go away is so helpful. It gives me hope for tomorrow!
So Trainer/Instructor folk, despite your clients who can be needy and their horses troublesome just remember we are one step from greatness and you will lead us there one way or another. Don’t tell us to sell the horse, (trust me I’ve already run that through my head) or that you don’t get why we can’t handle a simple canter, just give us hope, confidence and above all let us feel that you believe in us because that kind of confidence can break through a bad ride and lead us all to greatness.
Remember to always listen to your horse, sometimes they can tell you everything without a word.
Ever had your horse just act off? Not lame, but off?
As the owner of mare-zilla, watching my horse’s moods and personality is part of the keys to survival. Owning a mare means some days are just walk/trot days, and you have to accept that. Not by any stretch of the word are they “bad” or and “worse” than some geldings I’ve ridden (I tend to fall off geldings more!) But I really am a Mare Momma and have taken the time to really learn to read Claire’s personality.
With the bizarre Virginia weather thus far we have had everything from 85 degrees to ice storms all in one week! So riding hasn’t been super possible until the last month or so. I’m super proud to say Claire and I had a great clinic recently and moved to a new barn where I was working and able to take lessons from a new dressage instructor. Leading up to my first lessons with her I had been riding well, but Claire like many mares this spring, has had a particularly rough “season”. And by rough I mean we are riding near the pasture and she stops to advertise to the one, clueless gelding on the farm!! Being a mare mom we learn to deal with this and the mood swings like having a teenage daughter however the week afterwards was my first lesson and we would press on and keep practicing.
Saturday before my lesson I noticed that Claire was especially cranky, not back sore, not lame, just not in the mood for work. So we took it easy and tried to make the best of an unhappy horsey. Again she wasn’t mean just maybe “tense” would be a good word for it. My first lesson with my new instructor came and so did Marezilla! Other students had hauled in for lessons and when I arrived, Claire was running the fenceline chasing horses that were working in the ring!! (GREAT first impression to give a new instructor!) I finally got Claire caught, stalled and tacked and though she was ready to explode at any given moment I knew once I got on her she’d be ok. Sure enough, we were better off than on the ground though not all with it.
Our first lesson progressed with a slightly naughty mare who was mildly interested in work but still not my gal. Sure she’s “up” when new horses are around but this was a whole new level! My 20 meter trot circle became a launch pad for a new dressage move I call “back bucking”, in which we back up so fast we are at trot speed while simultaneously bucking… (I did stay on!) While I was totally embarrassed and slightly terrified at what my beast was doing I knew this wasn’t my horse. I just kept telling the instructor “I know you’ve never seen Claire and I but this is just not normal Claire!”
I went home, cried for a bit. Cried because I felt totally foolish in front of this great teacher who was trying SO hard to be supportive, and cried because something wasn’t right with my horse and I had no idea how to even begin to describe it. She wasn’t lame, all we’ve ever dealt with on her is lameness. I couldn’t see past anything other than “She’s not lame”. In the past I’ve had people tell me “It’s her attitude. You need to make her do it or send her to a trainer” when I’ve known that’s not her issue.
Fortunately I am a lucky lady and have an amazing vet. I”ll say I am intentionally glad she’s not part of a group practice because I always get to see the same vet, who takes as much time as I need to make sure Claire is right. I can text her at 3am when my pony mare is giving birth and can send her photos of things to have guidance on if I need her out or if I can manage it myself. So I did the only thing I could do… I called the vet, who has become like a best friend over the last three years, and started crying. That woman takes me in stride so well! We started back tracking to the last month of activities and behaviors. We finally mapped out her moods and behaviors and to ease my mind, she offered to come out.
Well, between the lightning bolts, we jogged, flexed and poked on that pony in all the normal spots she has issues with. We checked the new-ish saddle for fit issues, nothing there, but Claire kept telling us something wasn’t right. Finally we did a bit more looking and a little more poking and we saw that Claire was just having some reproductive issues. She had such an intense “season” that the rest of her cycle followed suit with intensity. Poor gal was properly treated by my vet and I’m happy to say was a gem on the lesson on Friday before the show. My instructor (who actually came back!) couldn’t believe it was the same horse!
The Point of this little blog post is to trust your instincts. If you know your horse is not right, take a step back and think if it’s a training issue or maybe something more. Too many times I’ve tried to tell Claire “behave, you wicked mare!” when I should say “I know something is not right”. Remember to always listen to your horse, sometimes they can tell you everything without a word.
There’s something wonderful about the internet, Facebook, Twitter and social media in general… It’s semi-anonymous. Though your name is attached to your posts and replies, you don’t actually have to face the person you’re speaking to. This leads to an amazing lack of inhibition in people where they are able to just say things, truthfully perhaps, but not appropriately. Things your mom would have your rear end for saying, things that though you’re no expert you feel that you are clearly the most intelligent on the forum and have to interject. Things you would NEVER say to their face or at least that directly… in my blog I really want to expose just how a simple Facebook comment has torn my life apart about horses and how unfortunately I witnessed a Facebook friend receive the same cruel attack just last week.
“You’re too fat to ride that horse”.
Ok that one hits this girl at home, and goes probably the deepest with me. I do not care how much scientific evidence you googled up, and I don’t care what every trainer with at TV show told you, and I especially don’t care if you think you’re being “helpful” to the “poor sweet rider who doesn’t know better”. Social Media is NOT the place to do this!
As a “fat” girl (self described) I am fully aware of my body, my insecurities and my life long struggle with weight (therefore I’m not poor, sweet, and unknowing). My horse is one of the few moments of freedom from this. My horse is my escape, the moment where I feel complete and worthy and not defective. Yes I won’t pin in the hunter ring like the other girls, I already know that, but just let me enjoy my show, and tell me “Great Job”. I’m already over-scrutinizing the professional photos noticing my stomach and legs and how horrid my chin looks in a collared shirt like that.
I know you’re trying to help me by telling me I’m fat, trying to guilt me into losing weight, selling the horse and feeling like a horrid horse owner for even sitting on my horse’s back because of my weight but I guarantee it’s been done before, and I don’t need it from the anonymous Facebook gallery!
This brings me to my life story, one that takes me being incredibly brave to tell of my childhood and I’m sure there are many other riders who experienced this struggle their whole lives too but aren’t ready to let the hurt out. I’ve always been big, though not necessarily “fat”; my dad’s a 6′ football player kind of guy and I look that way myself. I’ve never ridden a pony, I started on a hunter quarter horse because from day one at 8 years old I was too fat to ride any ponies. So from day 1 of horses I was wrong, imperfect and fat. My instructor was amazing, she never once told me that and never for a second let me figure it out. I rode my first real “mare” and we bonded, we understood each other and that was enough for me, I knew she had my back. Riding became my passion and my freedom from the world.
Age 12, totally self conscious of my stomach, on my beautiful saint of a lesson horse
My instructor supported me all the way to college. I was never really allowed to feel too big for a horse because I moved up from Meg, the QH to my life long passion of OTTB’s. Frisco’s Phantom or Frisco carried me through lessons, and sometimes I was happy to be the fat kid because I could hold on, and ride him before one of the beginner adults came in for her rides. (He meant so much to me that at his retirement he came to live at my farm and stayed here at peace till he left this world) By fate and coincidence I came to own my first horse, and part of owning him was deciding that he was a physical “fit” for me. Well despite being 16, thinking I was fairly “hot” and having a boyfriend I was pretty insecure about my weight still. Tiny was the best teenage horse a girl could ask for; he was a hoot! I got him totally unbroke from a rescue who takes in circus animals, all he could do was lunge. He was 18h of beautiful belgian that I broke myself (Broke being a loose term, I kinda just hopped on bareback and started teaching him what I knew and somehow he didn’t kill me or throw me…ah to be 16 and fearless).
“Tiny” and I at 16
However even when I thought I had my insecurities under control, the monster of real horse bullying reared its ugly head. Every Christmas I decorated stockings for all the horses, and all my friends and I would fill each others stockings with treats for our horses and each other. I always hit the Dollarmart for the big candy canes to give out. Well, Tiny’s stocking had probably a carrot or two and I had added a candy cane myself, but when we arrived on Christmas day to spend time with out horses, they were gone. Gone were all my treats and someone had replaced them with diet bars, like Slimfast and Atkins weight loss bars. THANK GOODNESS my mother taught me how to have some tact and be brave. I quietly put them in my box and refilled the stocking with treats for my horse. When everyone else left, I sat in that stall and cried my eyes out to my horse. It hurt so much.
After a two year dealing with more weight issues at military college where I didn’t meet height-weight standards but you could see my hips and ribs, I finally hit my breaking point. Enough was enough, I’ve always been big, I’ll always be big, even at an unhealthy body weight (if I was a horse I was at least a BCS 4) I was still just a size 14 in jeans and my hips don’t go any smaller. I quit and transferred to another college, started eating for me and living for me. I tried a few horses but after years of searching I found my mare. One of the biggest selling points for me… she didn’t make me look fat. She’s a beautiful, well bred, Thoroughbred who can carry me, my legs don’t even reach around her belly and I feel confident. Don’t get me wrong I still over scrutinize photos of us riding but at least there’s less for me to beat myself up over.
My big mare and I, feeling pretty confident
My point in spilling my entire life story of horses and weight struggles is that those of us who are “overweight”, “fat”, “fluffy”, or any other word, know it. When my doctor tells me that I should lose some weight (in a tone like she’s having to break it to me that I’m fat) I just kinda look at her funny because I’m trying to figure out where in this process she determined that I ever thought I was at an ok weight to begin with.
With our own self-knowledge and doubts and fears, I hope that you can see why a comment like that is SO hurtful and SO unnecessary on a social media platform. Yes, I’m overweight. No, I’m not particularly proud of it. But most of all I’m doing something about it, seeking support and would appreciate yours! I’m part of FB groups like “Eighteen Hands” where larger riders can find support while dealing with this. My show BFF and I do Weight Watchers together (Try that while eating at a horse show!). My husband eats all the yum things I cook from the WW website to show his support. So with all this positive energy working towards my true health, remember that one nasty comment, one anonymous, repercussionless, careless comment like that on a social media site can destroy all this good and send me back reeling into the bad.
If you want to support me and others just like me, then find a nice way to tell me if you must, or just tell me that my horse is pretty That’s enough for me.
With lots of fluffy love to all the other riders out there,
Lisa and Claire
As the owner of many different equines I have lots of hair to clip… from neat Thoroughbred Ears to the world’s shaggiest miniatures. I’ve been an Oster girl since I was old enough to cut clippers on and scalp my poor draft horse. Nobody told me you were supposed to keep the feathers… I own a few pairs of clippers, the ever industrial (and heavy!) Oster ClipMaster Body Clippers, the Oster Turbo 2 speed and the tiny oster touch up clippers. Well after years of abuse, proper clipper service and repeated abuse my Oster Turbo’s finally kicked the bucket. They still work but they would get hot and clip inconsistently, now that i’m being paid to clip other people’s horses that’s not really acceptable!
Now that I own miniatures I have learned that “hell hath no fury [on clippers] like a miniature” Those things in winter look like Yaks! My sweet refined boy named “Prince Charming” or PC is now affectionately called “Pork Chop” because he’s SO hairy that he looks obese! When my clippers died and it was time to take the financial step and buy good clippers I did my research. The Miniature horse community (Specifically Brooke The Clipper Girl) Rave about the Andis ProClip Excel 5 Speed Clippers. And not just praise them for detail work… but use them for the ENTIRE body clip! I was in serious disbelief! Brooke even claimed to clip 28 in one pair of blades!!! I decided to get brave and step onto the Andis Bandwagon.
So I stepped up, paid my $200 and took my little box home.
Andis ProClip Excel 5-Speed Clippers
And attempted to convince my yearling that it’s time for his first big boy shave…
Two very hairy boys!
Pork Chop Slowly Becoming Prince Charming again!
The Results were fantastic! These clippers run cool, are lightweight, very easy to cut with and relatively quiet. They run in 5 speeds of which I used speed 5 for the body and 3 for the little ears and places where we are extra nervous. I was extremely pleased that I did clip both boys on one blade and have plenty of life to go in it.
Huckleberry’s after shot!
I highly suggest the Andis ProClip Excel 5-Speed Clippers for your leg shaving, face clipping and even body clipping needs!
Dear Gray Horse Momma (or Dad!),
This is our special season, one which we dread while others see amazement in our skills, this is Spring. To the non-Gray horse owner this season is full of naked horses, rolling in the fields and lots of shedding. For the Gray horse owner we begin that special season of weather watching, trying to keep our grays captive in sheets and other devices to keep them clean, having white hair or EVERYTHING!! (black coat, white coat gets dirty so can’t hide it there…)
Assorted cleaning devices… Thanks SmartPak for the Monogram!
While our blessed bay and chestnut friends simply groom hard and pull off that shiny horse at the March clinic, we stay glued to the Weather Channel on our phones, heat buckets of water and pray for a quick bath with quick dry times, lest we scratch our ride. Our bay friends say: “It’s ok! It’s winter, everyone understands” but when your horse is white… and I mean that shade of Gray where it’s white and you wash out every photo, you just can’t do it. That poop stain is mocking you in the face! and it will haunt you and every photo. I sent my hubby a video of my horse and he said “Oh no! Did she cut her throatlatch?” to which I replied “no, that’s a poop stain”.
Blinding our audience with our white-ness even in the shade… (Photo by JPB Equestrian)
I reflect back to a well respected friend and fellow Gray/White horse owner who came home after an amazing dressage test with banner scores and a little note on the bottom “Next time please wash your horse’s tail better” I can’t tell you how bad that burned me and my friend! Wash a tail! It’s March! I did wash a tail… I’m washing 4-5 months of red clay out of a white tail! It was white, stained a touch but God bless a Gray owner for pulling off a clean horse at a winter dressage test.
Gray Horse Mommas (and dads!) you chose your horse knowing (or shortly thereafter discovering) the work it takes to maintain a unicorn-esque coat. No one truly understands the nauseating feeling of watching your horse roll in mud (because you can’t just brush that off for your lesson and still be a respectful student!), or that deep set in winter dirt that leaves a semi-permanent saddle mark… all winter long.
A Permitted mud romp after riding. Which ended in a full bath
So smile every time your bay and chestnut friends exclaim “Oh he/she is sooo pretty! How on earth did you get him/her that clean ? You didn’t have to go through all that trouble for a winter clinic” Because you just spent 20 minutes with Miracle Groom trying to get that slant load trailer black mark off your horses butt. It’s a reputation you must uphold because after all everyone knows you as the owner of the “Big White Horse” (for better or worse… though for me it’s often the worse!)
Well if you must act like a lunatic at a schooling show, at least look good while doing it
Because after all… Mr Clean ain’t got nothing on us!
Why I love stalls sometimes…
Lisa and Claire… AKA The Elusive White Giraffe
THE Elusive White Giraffe… (Excuse me while I die a little)
PS Wash your Hot Pink Jammie before attempting to cover every inch of your horse… let’s just say I showed a horse of a different color that time!
On Feb 1 I moved my horse Claire to her home for the show season since my farm doesn’t have an arena. Part of that move is the one part we dread the most… not the convincing my horse she really wants to load up in the trailer, or that moment of fear when she’s turned out into the field with new friends (she gets beat up a bit), but it’s moving my tack trunk and Claire’s other “needs”. My Hubby always winces at this activity despite our many technological advances in trunk design and transportation.
From the first horses domesticated having but a halter (if that) to today’s modern horse jet-setting across the globe with handlers, staff and I’m sure Tons of trunks with multiple saddles, bridles, blankets and more. I’ve sat and recalled my trunk’s varied history and realized that that wooden box has been with me longer than anyone or horse I’ve had.
My first trunk was when I was about 10, I got my first saddle and it was inside! Granted when your equine lesson situation is such that you muck for the lesson barn to pay for lessons your trunk is a little less than a giant clear plastic tub. However I adored it! Toted it to summer camp with the ponies, bought horse themed bumper stickers to put on it, and taped up photos of my horse inside.
Today my tack trunk stands a much more impressive 3’6″ tall and is about 2′wx3′lx3′d. A pretty massive creature! with polo wrap racks inside the lid and a saddle bar in the middle this treasure has been mine since before Facebook! (Though I”m most sure it was 2005 or 2006 when I got it). It was a birthday present from my boyfriend who was pretty handy and built my box based off of dimensions found in a Dover catalog plus my list of ideas that went alongside it. That trunk has stood the test of time being hauled to barns, shows, events and even dropped once with just minor trim damage. Since getting it I added industrial caster wheels to it since it’s just about unliftable without tack, and it takes a set of lawnmower ramps to get it inside the truck bed!
My Tack box (and pony) being borrowed for 4-H
I’m amazed to think of the places that trunk has been, saddles it has seen, and even the places it has gone with friends! I say this as my husband and I lug it full of tack up a muddy hill to try and push it up the ramps again, bound for a new home for the show season, along with 3 giant totes of more tack, blankets wraps and all the fun stuff that comes with moving!
One More haul for the Trunk… Ramps Included!
Where has your trunk been?