Memorial Weekend Competition

I talked about the camping and how Simon entertained us at the Memorial weekend competition but I didn’t actually remember to talk about the actual competition. And well shoot, we wouldn’t want to forget that. 

Teammate Carol Ann and her pony Zeke
Photo grabbed from Facebook
and taken by Pat Neuhauser

It was a 3 day competition hosted by USMGA (United States Mounted Games Association) near Charlestown, West-by-God -Virginia at the Jefferson Fairgrounds.  We arrived Friday afternoon and rode two sessions Saturday, two sessions Sunday, and a final session Monday. 

Our team normally rides at MGAA (Mounted Games Across America) competitions and although they are both mounted games organizations and the basic sport is the same, there are quite a few differences between the two.  I’ll have to discuss that in a different post though because I will probably be rather winded about it. 

This competition weekend turned out to be a hot and sunny one, which is a little daunting to riders like myself that don’t fare well in such conditions.  But it wasn’t raining so that’s a bonus.  We also rode on grass, which I personally love but is a mixed bag for some. Grass does tend to be cooler, because it doesn’t hold and reflect the heat back up like all weather footing does, but it is also not “all weather” footing.  I ride in grass at home so I get lots of practice on it, and I also have my pony in 4 shoes with borium and that does make a difference because he has more grip than the standard barefoot pony.    Games was almost always played on grass pre 2000 but the current precedence is to ride on footing in the US so most riders and ponies are not accustomed to compensating for the changing conditions on grass, like slowing up a tad and balancing a pony around sharp turns when its slick.

A pretty terrible photo of Simon and I plodding along at a snails pace
Photo taken from Facebook
and taken by Pat Neuhauser

That said, the first session of Open riders started on wet grass and we saw quite a few ponies slide out around turns.  No one was hurt and the ground was drying out quickly. 

My team rode in the Norman Patrick division, which is open to any rider of any age, skill or interest.  I’ll give a lot more detail on the different divisions break down when I post about the differences in the organizations at a later date.  But for ease of this post, just know we are used to riding against only riders over 21yo, and this weekend, we were the only team solely made up of adults.  But we were expecting this and didn’t mind.  We were also playing shorter heats, of only 10 races, but since we were a short team of four for the weekend, again, we didn’t mind. 

Our first session was a bit bumpy but we had a good time and left the arena tied with the In The Navy team for the lead.  Simon and I rode quite well, although slowly, and only had one minor fumble picking our litter in the litter race. 

Over the lunch break we decided to mix up some of our orders and try a few new rotations and see if we could come up with some ways to shave a few seconds off our races for future competitions.  As individuals and as a team we tend to get stuck, or more accurately put, possessive, about particularly positions in specific races.  And just because so and so always goes first in such and such race, doesn’t necessarily mean it is the best layout for the team as a whole.  All in all I was pretty impressed with some of the mix ups we tried throughout the rest of the weekend and I think we will be wise to implement them in the future.  

Our second session of the day, and our third session, played the following day also went well.  Although Simon had slowed down even more, and we were just getting burned up on the straight runs, but we played clean and only made one minor mistake which I have conveniently forgotten.  My team also pulled off some good riding, with few minor errors, and we came out 4 points and then 12 points ahead in those two sessions.  Go us! 

Our fourth session, the second one of the second day was not as pretty.  There were a few errors across the team, and one of our teammates, who I will not call out by name, was rather off.  She physically looked like she was over heated and not feeling right.  She was slow, out of sorts and made a lot of really odd mistakes.  Just not herself.  This is where having our 5th rider would have made a difference.  We could have given her a chance to sit out and recuperate and get her color back.  Simon was also slower than a slug in salt.  I felt like I was riding a merry go round at some points, happy carnival music and all.  He was happy and performing well, but had no interest in breaking faster than a riding school pony canter.  A friend from the sidelines even commented, ‘Simon seemed really slow in that session”.  And yep, he was.  But we muscled on and came out of that session 4 points behind In The Navy, but still in a solid second. 

Our final session on Monday was a mixed bag.  We started out a little rough with a few out of character mistakes, but got back in our game as the session went on.  I warmed Simon up with the aid of a bat and he was moving out a bit more agreeably.  I did make a fumble placing my bottle in bottle shuttle, and had to turn the barrel again to correct it, not once, but twice, but Simon was really agreeable and helped me make that correction as quickly as possible.  But the other teams had gotten their groove rolling and we just couldn’t make up the difference. 

We finished in a solid second place behind In The Navy and were awarded with a nice leather belt with a USMGA engraved plate on it.   We left feeling like it was a good weekend, with lots of practice for our more essential competitions.  We had gone in with practice in mind and no expectations so going home with a new leather belt was pleasing. 

And now I remember why I was holding off on this blog post.  I was hoping to find some decent photos on Facebook taken by friends to include which I have not been very successful at to date. 

A team shot, and you see, Simon can’t even keep up with everyone while walking around the ring.
Photo taken from Facebook and taken by Pat Neuhauser

Simon Turns 6 Years Old Today – 2012

Simon on the left. This is one of his for sale ad photos. Pistol is on the right.

Today is Simon’s birthday.  He is six years old now.  All grown up with no excuses to be a twit ever again.  I have never had a pony that I knew an actual age or birth date for.  Unless you are dealing with a registered horse, or a farm breed, it’s not likely.

Simon is basically a farm breed pony though.  The nice lady, Linda, I purchased him from in Ohio, had Simon’s grandmother.  She was a Dartmoor pony Linda picked up at a slaughter auction who was pregnant by a Percheron, who was also being sold at the auction.  Her daughter, who was a Dartmoor Percheron cross, was Simon’s mom.  Linda still had his dad when I got Simon.  He is a dark brown paint, leaner built Chincoteague pony.

Another of his for sale ad photos

Simon’s original owner, Linda, is into driving and wagon trains and has a love for ponies.  So she breed the two in hopes of getting a draft pony and came out with a colt she named Pistol.  She breed them again in hopes of coming out with a matched pair and got another colt she named Trigger.  So she had Pistol and Trigger.

a photo from his for sale ad. Simon is the one closest to us.

Pistol and Trigger were pretty close, both palomino paints but Simon got more of the draft body and was a half a hand taller.  She raised and trained the two and spent a year driving the pair on wagon trains.

One of our first rides at home.
February 7, 2011

At the end of the season she decided they were just not a good match, with their strides being too far off and she began working more with her mule pair.  She also decided that she was getting older and keeping her health in mind, she decided to thin her herd one at a time.

I saw an ad for a draft cross pony named Trigger.  He was listed as a coming five year old that rides and drives.  I spoke to Linda on the phone and explained what I was looking for.  I told her I was recovering from a pretty nasty riding injury and had just gotten the ok to start riding again.  I needed a safe pony, that I could bond with, but that would still give me enough challenge to be enjoyable and fun.  She was a little hesitant to sell Simon but really thought him and I would be a good match.  And finding a good home for him was very important to her.  It sounded so good to me that I took my trailer with me to try him out.

It was a six hour drive, through the mountains, across West Virginia, and eventually over one lane bridges and down narrow dirt, ice edged roads. We parked at the bottom of their ice sheet of a driveway and around the bend in the road came this big eyed, fuzzy pony.

One of our first rides at home.
February 7, 2011

Linda rode over and said hello, and then trotted and cantered him around in a small muddy area on the shoulder of the road.  Then she hopped off and I laboriously climbed on (at the time, because of my injury, I was having a lot of trouble mounting).  Simon stood perfectly still as she helped give my bottom a push up.  Then I trotted around and fell immediately in love.

My husband made the drive out with me and said I had a huge grin on my face.  I admit I was near tears knowing I had found my pony.  Twisted between not wanting to get off and leave the free feeling of being on the perfect pony, that my soul so badly needed.  While also wanting to get this dream pony in my trailer and back to my home before this lady could change her mind, I looked at her and said, ‘Thank you.”

Sporting a modified clip job and on one of our first solo trail rides
February 13, 2011

I climbed off, reached in my pocket and pulled out the $800 asking price in cash, and handed it to her.  A usual thrifty shopper, I never thought for a moment to dicker about Simon’s price.  To me, this pony was worth considerably more that I could possible pay.

And that’s where it started.

Simon Has Team Spirit! – 2012

When we were at the PA Expo they had one of those stands where they embroider halters with whatever you want and I wanted to get one for Simon.  But I was wishy washy on spending the money, since I already have a few halters that fit him.  But by the time I got home I had decided I should have gotten him one in our games team, Old School, colors. 

So, per a friend’s suggestion, I ordered one from Chick’s Saddlery online.  I got it in navy blue with gold overlay and had  ‘Old School’ embroidered on the nose and ‘Simon’ on the cheek.   

I think it looks pretty spiffy on him, although I wish I had ordered a size larger.  I ordered the size he was currently wearing, which had tons of room to spare, but apparently the sizing on the monogrammed halters was a little different.  It does fit him, but it’s a little more snug than I would like.  But unless I happen to get another pony named Simon that has a slightly smaller head, my current pony named Simon is just going to have to deal.

Pampered Pony

Simon wants to be a stabled pony.

In the barn there is a really big stall.  There are hay bales stacked in half of it and the remaining part is about the size of a normal stall.  It has a manger in it, which is not used, and a door that opens into the barn.  There is also a door on the other side that opens to outside of the barn and into one of the fields.  This side opening has two doors on it and there is a 2X10 board that can be put across the doorway  to keep the ponies out while still leaving it open for airflow and easy access.  Lately, I have had one of the doors anchored closed and the bar up across the other door.  Simon is out in this field so I hang his feed tub on the bar, and put hay out for him through this opening.  I have also been taking him through this doorway into the barn when I bring him in, because then I eliminate having to go through the other horses’ field to get him into the barn.  When the other horses see me they tend to come running, begging for food, and if I have Simon in tow, they like to pin their ears, snap at him and often threaten to kick him.  So it’s just easier to go through the other side of the barn.

On Saturday I was back and forth through the side door and had Simon in, to finish his clip job, as mentioned in the previous post, and apparently I forgot to secure the board when I closed up for the night.  To secure the board, there is a long nail that can be pushed through a hole in the board and then into the board holder, preventing it from being knocked down.  But without the nail securing it for the night, Simon lifted the board out of his holders and marched his butt on into the stall.  He dug out two hay bales, fluffing them into a bed, which he clearly slept in, and spent his night happily munching away.

Sunday I cleaned up his mess, and secured the board back in place with the nail run through.

When I get to the barn, Simon usually whinnies to me and stands at the fence watching me walk down the hill.  But when I arrived last night after work, Simon was nowhere to be seen.  I went through the field and into the barn and there he was, greeting me happily from the stall.  Where he had again, dug up a hay bale and created a nice cushy nest.  Knowing I had run the nail through the previous night, I checked the board and it was still secured in place, although he had lifted the other end of the 2X10  out, which was hanging at a height of about three feet.  He had managed to climb or jump inside with it this way and he was pleased as punch with himself and happy to have me join him in the barn.  (I really wish I had my camera on me for that one)

Last night I cleaned his mess back up, and closed both doors securely.  Poor Simon is just going to have to stay outside, or in the run in, and accept that he is an easy keeper outdoor pony and not a pampered pony that lives in a stall.  I bet he would happily move into my living room if I let him in the house.  And he would probably insist I leave the TV on for him all day too.  Silly pony.

Modified Clip

I finally got around to finishing Simon’s clip job.  This is his second one for the winter.  I got his body complete, and decided to do the bottom of his head.  He was great for his body but not too keen on having those giant clippers around his head.  But I did the bottom of his jaw, up to his halter line.

Then I tacked up for a ride and took note that the face clip job is bad.  It’s not straight, it doesn’t go up to his cheek bone line, nor to the bridle line.  But whatever, it works.  I am leaving it.

We are just going to call this a “modified clip”.