We examine why your vet and farrier insist you be there to catch your beast.
I’m sure he will come right up… if he’s being chased towards you by a pack of rabid dogs.
Unfortunately, this is usually the view I’m privy to when I have to go catch someone else’s horse out of the field to ride or hold for the vet or farrier. I’m convinced they have some sort of radar because if I *don’t* need them I can’t chase them away with multiple lunge whips (or the aforementioned pack of dogs).
Morgane Schmidt is a 38-year-old teacher/artist/dressage trainer/show announcer/ who still hasn’t quite decided what she wants to be when she grows up. A native Floridian, she spent a decade in Reno, NV, where she was able to confirm her suspicion that snow is utterly worthless (she has since regained her sense and moved back to the Florida swamp). Though she has run the gamut of equestrian disciplines, her favorite is dressage. She was recently able to complete her USDF bronze and silver medals and is currently working on her gold. Generally speaking her life is largely ruled by Woody, a 14.2 hand beastly quarter horse, Willie, a now beastly 10-year-old Dutch gelding, and Milona DG, a 4 year old KWPN chestnut mare (you can make your own inferences there…). Visit her website at www.theideaoforder.com.