I read a fair few threads on this forum from people who find hacking challenging. I have always sympathised, but not empathised, because I couldn't really understand.
Then yesterday I was out on Ziggy and tried to ride with a different head on - a head that was thinking about, aware of risks. We had a pretty ordinary hack, but:
* At one point a stick scared him (d'oh) and he put in a showjumper's dirty stop, run backwards and spin from trot. I thought "Oh oh, out I go," but managed to haul myself back with my abdominal muscles from somewhere in the region of his brow band, got my stirrups back, patted him (he did stop when I asked), asked him to touch the stick and carried on.
* We weaved, as you have to on our heath, between and under trees. Branches could have taken my head off and tree trunks could have taken my leg off. He has good pony proprioception and has never graunched me, but if I was thinking that way I would notice each one of those possibilities.
* We went back by a route which he always finds a bit scary, and he did what he does when he is anxious, which is rush. So a walk down a narrow steep hill between trees became a trot until I could persuade him not to rush. I can easily see how that could be scary.
* Because I had made a tacking up error (see Bad bad bad Owner thread) he gave a little tiny buckette in the village when a car revved as it went past him. Most unlike him, and I can see how that would upset someone.
We were only out for 45 minutes and those are just the bits I remember. I felt when I got back that I really understood why someone who gave attention to risks would find hacking really scary. Confidence club peeps, I see where you are coming from, and I respect you for trying to conquer it!
I took that head off at once, I have to say, and hacked out bareback again this morning. It was lovely :wink:
Then yesterday I was out on Ziggy and tried to ride with a different head on - a head that was thinking about, aware of risks. We had a pretty ordinary hack, but:
* At one point a stick scared him (d'oh) and he put in a showjumper's dirty stop, run backwards and spin from trot. I thought "Oh oh, out I go," but managed to haul myself back with my abdominal muscles from somewhere in the region of his brow band, got my stirrups back, patted him (he did stop when I asked), asked him to touch the stick and carried on.
* We weaved, as you have to on our heath, between and under trees. Branches could have taken my head off and tree trunks could have taken my leg off. He has good pony proprioception and has never graunched me, but if I was thinking that way I would notice each one of those possibilities.
* We went back by a route which he always finds a bit scary, and he did what he does when he is anxious, which is rush. So a walk down a narrow steep hill between trees became a trot until I could persuade him not to rush. I can easily see how that could be scary.
* Because I had made a tacking up error (see Bad bad bad Owner thread) he gave a little tiny buckette in the village when a car revved as it went past him. Most unlike him, and I can see how that would upset someone.
We were only out for 45 minutes and those are just the bits I remember. I felt when I got back that I really understood why someone who gave attention to risks would find hacking really scary. Confidence club peeps, I see where you are coming from, and I respect you for trying to conquer it!
I took that head off at once, I have to say, and hacked out bareback again this morning. It was lovely :wink: