"So, you foxhunt? With which club?" Jill sat down at a stranger's breakfast table. "I went out a few times with the other local hunt club last season Jill said and I been trying to figure out ever since then if all hunt clubs are that crazy or if they might be even worse than most, ha."
The woman's face actually softened at the joke.
Near the end of the first ride she'd been given a leg up in motion from a man surprisingly sprightly and up onto his 4 yr old madly enthused clydesdale mare. the stirrups were long enough for a 7ft giant and not right for her, but the mare was already cantering to keep up with the herd. Her owner shouted at them, waving, "Good Luck!" ha
He'd said earlier the mare had a soft mouth and she knew he'd be watching for kindness, so she did not even touch the reins and rode the rhythm.
Later, she walked up beside a former riding student near the front and surprised her, after being surprised herself to recognize the brave, solid able rider in such a daunting environment and on such a challenging mount! "i would have NEVER predicted to run into YOU riding here, like THAT in a group like THIS. Amazing! The girl and her mother, riding alongside laughed and introduced her 3 yr old newest horse family member, up and coming underneath her. Jill had been instrumental in helping the back then 8 year old back into b r a v e, after she'd fallen and broken an arm and would rather talk horsemanship all day instead of trying some tough riding. her mom was, after all a fine horse woman and vet, with horses right on their home property.
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"Where did you find her?"
"I think my daughter would get a kick out of her!"
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