I learnt to ride horses as part of my former career. The horses were well looked after and the stables adored those horses. But, the reality was that I had to kick a horse (however gently) to get in to do what I wanted. I had to put metal against the soft cartilage of its mouth to ensure it went were I wanted it to go.
Who taught you to ride?? Kicking and steering with the bit - wow!
If you kicked my DD’s pony, you’d be on the deck before you knew what was happening to you - then once you’d got up, you’d have my daughter to deal with.
She uses her legs and body position to ride and steer her pony
She doesn’t ride bitless, we tried several bitless bridles but her pony doesn’t like poll pressure so we’ve settled on a Happy Mouth snaffle - months of fiddling with bits and bridles, a specialist bit fitter, watching her pony’s body language, how she holds her head, her ears, whether she opens her mouth, tries to evade the bit, how she feels to DD when she’s riding her, tells us she’s happy with that combination.
As for strapping them into a saddle - we have a saddle fitter 3 times a year who ensures that DD’s saddle fits both her and her pony perfectly so that neither rider or horse are uncomfortable and her pony has the proper support on her back to carry DD - riding bareback regularly isn’t good for their back.
DD does hop on and ride with a head collar and bareback sometimes - a bimble up to the field or back when she’s turning out/bringing in, but it’s not a regular thing.
Horses are flight animals. You cannot train through fear, you just wouldn’t get anywhere!
Yes, totally agree. There will always be something they fear more than me.
They have to trust me and do what I tell them to do, when I tell them - not after 10 minutes of negotiation with a carrot - which is full of sugar and incredibly bad for them anyway. My retiree tried to fuck off at 100mph without waiting for me to take her head collar off this morning - she could have seriously hurt herself if she trod on the lead rope while galloping about - her lead rope wound over her nose reminded her that she needs to stand still and wait until I’ve taken her head collar off