Well here is my writeup for Horse Nation. And here it is republished in Foxhunting Life. (that was an honor!)
I didn't mention it in the story, but it's a miracle I actually made it to Opening Hunt at all. It was an insane couple of days because on that Thursday, I got a piece of sawdust stuck in my eye at the barn and couldn't get it out. Being
|Unloading showjumpers on the streets of DC|
|My favorite shot of the night...the next generation!|
|Go ponies go!|
I was in such pain I didn't sleep and I went straight to the opthamologist in the morning. He flipped my eyelid inside out, and removed the tiniest speck of sawdust--the size of the point on a pin. I couldn't believe something that tiny was making me so miserable. But hey--I could see again, so I got some rest and then went to the barn that night to get Seven Up bathed and braided. It took way longer than I thought because he wouldn't stand still for me, and I was at the barn till 9:30 pm. I was so frustrated with Seven and so focused on getting the job done that I completely forgot to call Byron and let him know I was coming home late. When I did get home, he was so worried and on the verge of calling the police...he thought I had been in an accident, or maybe that something bad happened at the barn, but he had no idea how to find me since my phone was dead and I was at a barn he hadn't been to before.
|Note the blurry cross ties. HE WOULD NOT STOP FIDGETING.|
Did I mention that the next day (Opening Hunt) fell on my 4th anniversary with Byron? Oh man. What with the medical emergencies, foolhardy journalism and missing person case, I put that poor man through the wringer that week. He was going to come take photos as an anniversary gift but I excused him given the circumstances.
And that's the FULL story of my first Opening Hunt.
P.S. -- The braids were acceptable, but not as nice as I was hoping. Apparently this is because I pulled his mane with one of those blade things as opposed to a thinning comb. Oh how I hate pulling mane on a horse who won't stand still!!! It took me three or four hours just to get the braids in since he was weaving so much. On the bright side...someone did say I had a "nice tail." (I think he meant my horse.)
|Kinda crooked but good enough for my first time ever braiding.|