New Hampshire Hunter and Equitation Finals

New Hampshire Hunter and Equitation Finals

If I had to sum up this show in one word it would be “lucky.”


With classes starting at one o’clock, we arrived around 9:30 to set up and give Ax some time to settle in before we had to show. No surprise, I chose to skip the unjudged warm-up to just let him hang out in the stall and planned on having a nice flat school before going in the ring. My class—an open equitation “schooling” class—was scheduled to run second and I was listed about halfway down the lineup, so by the time we had the stall set and unloaded everything we had a few more hours until I rode. Somewhere in this time my mom convinced me to go shopping at the local tack shop because what else do you do when you are supposed to be showing? When we got back there was still a little over an hour left, so I pulled Ax out for a short lunge before I thought I would get ready. That lunge saved my life—I was just barely getting on when they announced that I was on deck and I spotted the ring steward looking around for me frantically. So much for that flat school.

I knew my course already but I hadn’t really had a chance to look at it in the ring and I got so caught up in not getting lost that I forgot to ask for canter until I was three-quarters of the way around my opening circle. Our lack of pace (AKA my lack of leg) and my not paying attention set us up for a refusal that was painfully obvious from three strides out. Sure, Ax probably could have been a trooper and jumped it from the slowest canter ever, but why the heck would he? It’s not like I warmed him up or anything.

We made another circle, got our pace, and had the best round we have had all year. I’m pretty sure we added in the line, but Ax was the most relaxed in the ring than he has been in a long time and we got every single one of our distances. Of course, I have no proof of it, but I can dream about it happening again. I knew I didn’t place thanks to the refusal, but I would have been happy to go home ribbon-less after that ride.

My mom and I stuffed him full of cookies, wrapped him, and left him to completely ignore his own pile of hay and eat out of his neighbor’s hay net for the rest of the evening.


This was the day I was most excited for—medal day. I just barely qualified, but with thirteen people in the class, I only had to get a better score than three other riders to get a ribbon. (I know that they say to focus on your own riding, which I totally was, but I also wanted a dang ribbon.)

Thinking that the day before’s formula seemed to work, minus the lack of warm-up, I decided to take Ax for a short lunge in the morning to chill out and stretch his legs. The 2’3″ Equitation class was scheduled third and I was fifth to last, so I had plenty of time to braid his tail, get myself ready, and have an adequate warm-up before heading to the ring.

Except for the first fence, all of the jumps in the Open were the same as Friday so I was mostly focused on keeping Ax relaxed for the Medal that was scheduled to run one class after. I was thankful for the lack of lines (our nemesis) and the swoopy turns in the course that kept us on our toes, but we just weren’t as flowy as we had been the afternoon before. The class had over 30 riders, so we didn’t place but I was happy with how we did. The class before the Modified Adult Medal was pretty big and I was slated to go second to last so I stuck Ax back in his stall to marinate in his Back On Track cooler for a bit longer.

The course rode well and I was, again, lucky that the only line was a bending and the course swooped slowly around the ring. Ax felt more relaxed than he had in the Open and didn’t panic like I did when I realized I was lost with only three fences to go and no one by the gate answered my plea of “HELP ME!” when I rode by. He was a rockstar and we walked out to the announcer saying we received a 73. I hadn’t been listening to the scores for the rest of the riders so I was thinking I would end up ninth or tenth, just barely in the ribbons, and wasn’t at all surprised when the three numbers they called back for the testing didn’t include mine. I was already so pleased with our round and was ready to be happy with any ribbon we could bring home, so when we went back in for the placings and I was called fourth the only words out of my mouth were, “holy shit!”

I’m pretty sure I had the ugliest face holding back tears during our little victory gallop. After having a rough season and hardly even making it to finals, I couldn’t have asked for a better ending. I can’t tell you how many cookies we gave Ax and how many photos I took that afternoon.


Sassy tail swish included 💁🏼

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Sunday was hunter day and I was already dreading our adds in the lines in addition to waking up with a headache and and a not-so-happy stomach. After the two days before I really couldn’t ask for any more from Ax, so I was just going in to have fun and hopefully get a nice placing out of it.

We were to go fifth in the Open and the Classic, both of which were a good ways into the day, so I followed the same routine as the day before—a short lunge before a Back On Track marinating session. I made the decision to skip warming up as it was raining and pretty soggy out and I was feeling confident that I could get a good pace with a big opening circle.

The course started out decent, but I second guessed myself in the first line with an extra half stride, so I aimed to get a little more pace for the rest of the course in preparation for the Classic. Sounds like a viable plan right? Wrong. Coming to a single diagonal off of a long approach I realized too late that we would be a little long or we would chip. Going with my plan of more forward momentum, I asked for the long spot that was really just unrealistic. Sensibly, Ax refused, sending me over his head. I landed nose-first into the dirt before my body slowly flipped over my neck and I was face-down-belly-up with my feet above my head—I basically did a somersault, but my face stayed in the dirt. I wasn’t told until later in the day that people thought that they had just watched me break my neck.

Of course, the first words out of my mouth were “Is Ax okay?” and my second thought was “I am going to get a bloody nose and I have on brand new breeches.” Once I reassured everyone that all of my body parts were working, I told them that I was going in the Classic—I may get a ribbon with a black eye, but I was not about to end this amazing show with a face full of arena footing.

I can admit that I was nervous going back into the ring. I wasn’t worried that Ax would stop or that I would fall off; I was afraid that I would make another bad decision that would put us both in danger again. Due to my nerves, we went much slower than we should’ve and I’m pretty sure we added two strides in one of the lines, but we got a 63 in the first round. We followed it up with a pretty sloppy handy round that I am going to blame on my walking back to the barn in between rounds because I thought I didn’t make it to the second round and the adrenaline wearing off. We ended up with a fancy, ninth place neck ribbon which complemented my black eye and swollen face quite well, which was good enough for me.


Overall, even though I had what was dubbed the worst fall off the weekend, I was thrilled with our rounds (most of which were our best of the entire season) and our placings. The swelling will go down and the pain will subside, but the ribbons will forever hang on my wall. I am incredibly thankful for so much from that weekend—to my parents for trailering Ax to horse shows all summer and helping to the fullest extent, to my boyfriend for being an amazing help so I can do what I love, to the trainers who let me be part of their team and helped Ax and I through our classes, to the other riders who always asked how our ride was or wished us luck, for my health after Sunday’s fall, and for my horse who has more heart than I do.


September Schooling Show

September Schooling Show

With Finals looming in the distance and some mediocre shows behind us, I have been on the hunt to get Ax and I into the show ring and over some fences a few more times. Because I am currently trailer-less, that isn’t exactly easy—my options are to pay for someone to truck us in or to beg my parents to come pick Ax up. Lucky for me, there is a recreational field down the road from the barn where a local riding club holds their fundraising shows—no horse trailer needed.

A few of us from the barn decided to tack up the morning of the show and ride down to the grounds for a low-key day of showing and to use it as a jump school. (Jumping is only permitted at the barn when the instructor is on property, which is often when I am not there.) The class options were limited, so I decided on the largest division they offered—2’3″—which included two over fences and a hack class. The five-minute ride down was uneventful and we arrived with just enough time to throw on our coats and numbers before going into the ring.

You’re thinking, “what about a warm up?” Well, there was none. Not a single ring for warming up purposes. The two rings on the grounds were used for the show and the surrounding field was mostly filled with cars and trailers, so we could trot around in whatever open space we could find, but it was limited. Apparently the time to warm up was before the show actually started. Since the hack was before the fences portions and we had already had a nice walk to the field, I wasn’t too worried about it. Ax is pretty easy-going anyways (being excited requires too much energy) and I normally only use the warm up ring to stretch his legs and get him on his haunches. If I don’t, he will just plod around on his forehand, albeit still looking damn cute.

While there was a surprising amount of riders and decent competition for a smaller show, there was only two other people in my classes—a girl from my barn and another rider on a super cute horse. I decided to treat the hack like a normal warm up, minus me choosing when to walk, trot, and canter. Ax was well-behaved aside from a tiny spook at a piece of plywood lying outside the ring and being a little on his forehand, but hey, he had no schooling. I can’t blame him.

We took second and because it was a schooling show the judge took the time to talk to each of us about what she did and didn’t like. She made the comment that Ax’s extension is beautiful (those flicky toes are a lady-killer), but that he jigged at the walk after we changed direction and he got a bit behind the bit at the canter to the right (our biggest issue and in our bad direction).

Yay for blurry video stills, but at least his knees are cute.

The over fences classes were after the lunch break and had plain white fences. AKA, the type of fences Ax thinks are fun to crash through because why just a plain, boring jump? AKA, the type of fences that I have to give a little extra leg so he actually picks up his feet.

The first course was a simple line, diagonal, line, diagonal, line. I took the scenic route into the ring since we, again, didn’t have a warm up and promptly forgot to add leg. *sigh* In an effort to get the true five in the next line, I gave a bit too much leg. *sigh again* We got the five, but we also got a little out of control and almost missed one of our changes because Ax was in Yee-Haw Mode. (After watching the video, we weren’t as fast as I thought and the course was pretty good, but I digress.)

The next course was okay on paper—diagonal, line, bending line, line—except the bending was set up on a super awkward angle. A little miscalculating on my part got us deep to the in of the bending. I mean basically-on-the-other-side-of-the-fence deep. How-did-my-horse-even-make-it-over deep. Even the judge commented on how awkward it was, yet Ax still went and managed to not knock it down. The out of the line rode okay, just a little wonky, and the rest of the course was fine. The only reason we didn’t finish in third was because the other two riders knocked rails.


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We ended up day end champion and took home a cute little trophy—yay schooling shows for fun prizes!

 Shoutout to Josè for being my helper/horse holder/truck driver for the day.

Sometimes a relaxed show day is all you need for a little confidence boost.


NHHJA Show—Point Chasing

NHHJA Show—Point Chasing

When I started this show season, my only goal was to have a “learning curve year” after being out of the show ring for a bit. Ax and I have definitely had our fair share of struggles—in fact, lately it has felt like more struggle than success—but we have also had a decent amount of success. Enough to put us close to qualifying for finals.

After our last show I found myself looking at the point list and seeing Ax’s above the cutoff for hunters and my name only four points away for the Modified Adult Medal. The original plan was to do the circuit’s spring opener and summer festival before finding miscellaneous shows that were closer to us to round out the year. Once I found out that we were relatively close to qualifying for finals I threw a wrench into that plan and convinced my parents to take us to one of the circuit’s one-dayers to get our last few points.

Shout out to this lady for doing a mother-daughter horse show day.

I was feeling pretty confident going into the show—I was only going for our four points in the medal plus a few more in the hunters to keep us above the cutoff and we would be done by ten thanks to all my classes being in the morning. We hadn’t jumped too much since the previous show but our ride that Friday and the morning’s warm-up were perfect.

Our first two over fences classes, the first hunter and stake, were a mix of good and bad. The were simple—the typical diagonal-outside-diagonal—and our single fences were nice with good distances, but on the slow side for hunters. We added in all the lines (no surprise) and I was mostly just being a passenger instead of a pilot—we had a few icky fences and a few swapped leads behind. Ax was great, I was just riding like a potato. (Note to self: More leg!)


The two flat classes both went really well. After a short under saddle class and an excruciatingly long equitation flat class, we placed fourth in both. I had acquired a curse of not placing in the equitation lately, so I was pretty happy to snag a ribbon in a decently large class—especially after having to do too many laps of sitting trot.

The equitation over fences class was our best. The course required a little more thinking on my part with a half circle of fences, rollback to a single oxer, and a diagonal then an outside line. Even though we added in the lines, we had a nice consistent pace and hit all of our distances…until I asked for a longer spot to the final line and we made the biggest chocolate chip ever. It was a class of about ten, so that chip cost us a ribbon. I’m pretty sure I left the ring laughing because god forbid I get an entire course right.

Our final class was the medal and thankfully it was small, so qualifying was basically guaranteed as along as I didn’t fall or go off course. Though it’s not an excuse for our less than stellar round—it was our worst course of the day—but at this point we were both exhausted and ready to be done. In the end, we took third and got more than our required four points.

The show was a bit of a bust (thanks to me) in terms of getting more hunter points to solidify our spot, but ten more is better than zero. I won’t know for certain if we made the cutoff until after the circuit ends, but we are definitely in for the medal.

So, I guess now we get ready for finals!