Tuesday morning
Just after 3 a.m. I wake up. I think I hear a faint horse whinny, and the dogs at the top of the hill are barking. Then there is silence. It lasts. I am convinced that all the horses have gotten out, but I am not chasing them now, I’ll deal with it after the sun comes up.
I wake up at 6:30 and look out my bedroom window to the west. Nothing. To the east. Nothing. Crap. It’s close to hay time, someone should be around. I get up. I get dressed. Then I see a horse. It’s Maura. Well at least one horse is here. I expect Beauty to be here too. I get my jacket on to feed them hay, then I see another head, and another. Aware that I am up, the horses are moving into view along the fence. Awesome. I see Roxanna and Lena. Yay!
I go out and feed hay. I check on Maura, she seems okay – no worse at least. Then I notice that Shadow is looking up the hill, and so is Zola. I look to see what has their attention. I figure maybe some deer, maybe a turkey, maybe someone along the fence line at the top. But I see and hear nothing. Horses continue to look for a while then go back to eating. Then I realize. Lucy is not there. This is shocking as Lucy is usually somewhere near Huey.
I grab a hay rope and duck under the fence. I head for the hill yelling, “LUCEEY!” She doesn’t answer, which isn’t like her, and I feel fear for the first time. My imagination takes off. She’s lying dead somewhere. What else would keep her from Huey and food? Why else isn’t she answering me? Just then I hear her whinny. Thank God. As I climb up the incline I see she is at the top. Is she outside the fence? No. As she sees me, she makes her way toward me but is stopped by a fence. I should explain at this point that a fence runs from a deep gully on the hill, all the way to the corner of the property. There have actually been two mysteries – how do the horses get on the other side of that fence – and how do they get over the neighbor’s cattle fence.
It’s clear Lucy can’t remember how she got on that side of the fence, and equally clear that she doesn’t know the secret to getting across the cattle fence. She runs to the corner while I follow to check the fence. I can find no way for her to have crossed it in that direction – so backtrack and go the other way from where I started. I see a 2 foot gap, spanning a large log, on a steep section of the hill. Is that how they got in? Not the easiest thing. I go further – all the way to the gully – and confirm that small opening is the only possible way across the fence. The fact that Lucy couldn’t find it (probably since at least 3!) shows how inconspicuous it is.
I walk back to the corner – I should say hike. Lucy is all over me waiting for help. I now have a clear route in my mind. I urge her ahead of me back the way we came, still planning on how to get her across that gap. My path clear in my mind. Lucy picks up a canter and vanishes. I get to the gap and it appears Lucy has taken it. This is confirmed when I get back to the horses – as there she is, eating with Huey.
Mystery number one solved – and fixable! I will close that gap today and sleep good tonight.
But is it possible that Lucy read my mind so clearly that she literally galloped the exact path I had in my mind? Finding her way without hesitation, at speed? I believe so. There is really no other explanation. The torn up ground showed clearly she had been along that whole area many times – always expecting to get out at the corner. Then, as soon as I urge her to go – zoom, she’s out.
I am so relieved that I can fence that gap easily and end this whole thing.
Drama on the Farm
Again.
Shortly after midnight Sunday (Monday A.M.) I woke up and heard a whinny. Crap was my first thought. My second thought was maybe – if I was lucky – it was Denny’s horse. My third thought was it’s coming from the hill. I threw clothes on, got my boots, jacket, hat, and gloves on and headed outside. My flashlight is dead, but wouldn’t have been much help anyway.
Once outside I called for Huey – this is a signal for food and I tossed a bale of hay near the fence. A horse streaked across the west area over to where I was. It was Zola. She wasn’t interested in food. Where had the other horses gone? Good question. Maura and Beauty were standing in the west field. Beauty because her deformity prevents her from being a mountain goat. Maura because she really is Beauty’s friend. So 3 out of 10 were here. The rest were who knows where.
Zola stayed by my side as I looked. The moon was full, but there was a lot of fog, and I could pretty much see where I was going as far as terrain and large obstacles – but those sneaky roses did get me. It didn’t take long to realize I wasn’t going to find them on foot in the dark. I got in my truck and drove up the hill to see if I could spot them. Nothing. No hoof prints, no sounds, nothing. Perfect.
I drive back home, go back to the field, and now there are 2 horses. Zola must have found where they got out. It’s now after 1 and though the idea of doing nothing is extremely hard to endure – I have no choice. The fog is thicker, it’s darker and there is no way I have the skills to track horses in the dark. The only bright spot is that the ground is damp and should reveal prints.
I fall asleep sometime after 3 and wake up at 5:30. Still dark out. My imagination runs amuk – picking up from where it left off before I feel asleep. Eight loose horses. I am praying that my neighbor’s property is fenced all the way around. I am certain they are over there – just as I am certain that Lena is to blame. I force myself to eat breakfast, as I will probably be walking for hours. I just hope I find them. I honestly don’t know what would happen if anyone is dead or if I can’t find them. I wait until the fog lifts. Contrary to what you see in the movies and on TV, horses are silent 99% of the time. And they are usually standing still or close to it. In the trees I could easily miss them if I couldn’t see.
Beauty and Maura are still here and I throw hay to them. Extra, for being there. I put my cell phone in a fanny pack, put it on, get a halter and lead, and head up the hill. I stay as far on the west side as possible – you do really have to be a goat to travel up some parts. I get to the corner where my property adjoins the neighbor’s. There is no broken fence anywhere. There are also no horses. I continue along the fence line until – lo and behold – I see Huey in the meadow. He is not alone! I see Zola. My heart leaps. There they are – they didn’t escape after all!
Ah, but movement catches my eye – and there are more horses – on the wrong side of the fence. Roxanna, Chance, Bettina, and their ring leader, Lena. Thank goodness it’s just 4. I count my blessings. And luck – the horses that couldn’t get out kept the other ones close by. What a relief. Everyone’s alive. Everyone’s in sight. The whole thing goes from disaster to inconvenience in the blink of an eye.
I find a spot where I can crawl (literally) under the fence, then try to decide who I should halter. Which one will the most horses follow? Not Chance, no one will follow him. Not Lena, as she is still not halter broken. Roxanna or Bettina? I gamble on Bettina. She is ready to go home and eager to be haltered – after all, she’s been separated from Huey all night. I walk down the dirt road on my neighbor’s property, Bettina in hand. All the horses follow – until they realize they are leaving the others. Darn it! But, surprise, Lena continues following. As well she should – having already done this once before.
I get Bettina and Lena home, and it takes several minutes to get Lena to follow Bettina back in. She doesn’t like the electric and is nervous about passing through. But she does. Hallelujah! The hard one is safe at home. Of course Bettina is now worried because she can’t see Huey. She calls and he doesn’t bother to answer. So I lead her up the hill to the meadow – only to find that they have all moved over to the corner, having followed the loose horses.
I find the nearest place where I can slither under the fence and take the road to the corner – so much easier. I now think the rest will be easy. I’ll lead Roxanna and Chance will follow. And it starts out that way. However, Roxanna, reluctant to leave the others behind, takes encouraging and her slowness evidently annoys Chance, who turns around and heads back. Oh well, one more trip, not a big deal.
I get Roxanna home, go back up the hill – the west side – and run into Huey, Zola, Lucy, Bettina, and Shadow. As I walk toward the fence, to crawl under, Shadow leaves the other horses and walks toward me. This is extremely surprising, so I wait to see what she does. Her expression is very sweet and she actually comes all the way up to me and lets me pat her, while giving me a very nice look. I realize suddenly, that she is thanking me. Acknowledging that I have assisted the herd in getting back together. Something that she, as lead mare, couldn’t do on her own. Wow. A very special moment.
Back on the other side of the fence, I halter Chance and head home.
If you’re imagining this as not a lot of work – you have to realize that my driveway – where my truck is parked right in front of my travel trailer – is a half mile from my neighbor’s driveway. The top of hill I have to climb is straight up from my trailer – to a point on the same line as my neighbor’s driveway. See photo below. Each round trip is around a mile, up and down hill. To show how tired I was, each time (3) I walked a horse down the road to the farm I noticed how pretty it looked and wished I had a camera. Duh!!! My cell phone was in the fanny pack.
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It was 9:30 by the time I was done. All the horses were home and hay had been fed.
I was exhausted, but so were the horses. Below is a photo I took around 11:00. It was pretty clear that the horse were tired and sore. The ones who were most tired were the ones who had been left behind. All that racing around trying to find the others took its toll. Maura managed to strain both front legs. She is moving and eating, but they are both swollen. I’ve done her up to keep the swelling down and give her some support.
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After a rest and lunch I went up to fence line and walked the entire thing – from the top, through the cemetery and my neighbor’s property. (I am not a mountain goat.) I walked it 3 times. There is no way for the horses to get from my property to my neighbor’s without either jumping or crawling under his barbed wire cattle fence, which is two-strands, not the short one strand kind. At night, in the dark? Unscathed? That takes talent. Bettina is 24. Chance is only 9 – perhaps he should be an eventer. And I have to admire Lena, she is the adventurous one who discovered the route up and was bold enough to take it – and then to get out. Clearly she has the right spirit to race. Bold and brave is good.
General update
The weather has been warm but rainy. Yesterday was wonderful and would have been a fantastic day to ride if it hadn’t been so wet. Unfortunately, nice as it was it was evidently very humid, as the towel I hung out never dried. It was a full size bath towel that I used to dry the dog after her bath. The dog is a tiny chihuahua, so the towel wasn’t that wet! Since the towel didn’t dry, the ground didn’t dry. Hopefully today will be different as the sun is out – unlike yesterday, which was pretty cloudy, but oh so warm! I didn’t check the temperature, but I was outside in just a shirt and no jacket and was comfortable.
There is no point in riding Chance when we can’t trot and certainly can’t gallop. Zola however is just learning and wet is okay since the goal is not to go fast.
I have been rubbing on Lena every day – during at least one of their 3 daily hay feedings. I actually cut a twisted, tangled lock of her mane off the other day without issue. She is suspicious that I’m going to try to halter her, but she doesn’t leave. I may be wrong, but I think she’ll be an easier horse to train to ride than Zola. From loading her on the trailer, and also capturing her after her escapade, I know that she is smart and not overly nervous, and doesn’t seem to resent being told what to do. We’ll see how that goes this fall – or next spring (depending on how our relationship progresses, and her size). I originally thought she was bigger than Zola. But she isn’t. She is just a different body type and carries her head higher. She is a good size though, I would say 15 hands, and she will not be 2 until the beginning of April. Like Zola, her growth has not been forced by grain or steroids. A good thing.
I believe the grass is starting to grow, as the horses are not waiting for hay first thing in the morning, but are grazing instead. And they are not hanging around doing nothing between feedings either. Can it be that spring is not far away? I sure hope so! I did see a robin the other day and noticed that the Canadian geese are around on their way further north.
Best ride ever . . .
on Zola!
We had a great ride yesterday. It’s amazing how things can change from one ride to the next. Especially with young horses. Yesterday was one of those rides that marks a leap forward instead of a step. Zola was relaxed, didn’t need contact to go forward with energy, and we didn’t have any disagreements about direction. I think she even enjoyed it.
She has a lovely walk – at least it feels good. She walks with energy and uses her whole body, which gives a nice swing. It was wet, as it rained during the night and early morning. Which was very frustrating, as after 3 days of rain, a day of wind and a day of sun had just dried everything out!! I did manage to find an area dry enough for a short trot – our first attempt was one trot stride, then Zola immediately went back to a walk. I really think this was due to me – I am always tense and “ready” when I ask Zola to trot, as I know she likes to express herself and I am concerned she will throw a buck or a twist in there. In fact I have to hold mane so that I don’t pull back before she can even take a step. As soon as she takes that first trot stride I immediately relax – and so she walks. She is a funny girl – she has no problem making faces and tossing her head to show she doesn’t like being told what to do – yet she is extremely sensitive and obedient.
On our second attempt at trotting, I remembered to keep my energy up and we had a great trot! It was our longest and best ever. And we also steered while trotting, making a big arc to avoid the saturated area. For the very first time I got to actually ask Zola to go back into a walk from a trot – and she did it perfectly. We then halted, I praised her and got off. Always end on a good note is my motto.
So quite the day – we walked 3/4 of the way around the track, twice. We trotted and steered simultaneously, and Zola seemed happy.
Reflections on horse training
Recently a client recommended Jack Brainard’s book, “If I Were to Train a Horse”, to me. By coincidence, the Chris Cox show on RFD-TV was airing an episode with Jack Brainard yesterday. Since it was on at my lunch time, I watched it while on “break”. I actually saw Jack in person at the 2002 Parelli Savvy Conference, and basically he was saying the same thing both times. Footfall. His thing is footfall. Where are the horse’s feet and when is the best time, in relation to the feet, to ask for a movement?
I admired Jack’s horse in 2002. He was beautiful and highly trained. I thought Mr. Brainard made a lot of sense. He is not the only trainer to focus on footfall, and the method clearly works.
A few weeks ago Showtime had a free preview weekend and I got to watch the documentary, “Buck”, about Buck Branaman. I have read two of Buck’s books as well. It does seem to me, from watching the video, that he says one thing and does another. But he is a popular clinician and people swear by him. I do think anyone who has a chance to watch the film, should, to see what not to do.
I was pretty horrified by some of what I saw – but my big question is WHO would WANT to ride a horse in that state of mind? And WHY? Horses are dangerous enough when they’re well trained and behaved. They can accidentally kill you without any bad intentions whatsoever. Why ride a horse – or even try to train a horse – who is out of his mind with fear? I have trained three horses to saddle from scratch. None of them so much as batted an eye when I put the saddle on. None of them thought it was a big deal when I got on. I didn’t spend hours and days working with them, I didn’t sack them out. Anyone who might have been filming me would have felt bored to death. All I did was create a relationship. That was it. I got the horses to trust me. One day I decided that I would put the saddle blanket on. So I did. I acted like it was just a normal everyday thing, and the horses accepted it as such. The next day (or maybe a few days later) I put a bareback pad on and tightened the girth just enough to keep it from flipping around. No one cared. The next time it was the saddle. No one cared.
To me, the relationship is everything. If a horse trusts you and accepts you as a higher member of the herd, that is really the secret to horse training. I also act normal. By which I mean I drop things, maybe I yell at another horse or call to someone, I toss a rope over a back, all of it as it unfolds in reality, in the moment – not forced or as “practice”. In short I do not go out of my way to be extra quiet, extra slow, extra anything. I am just my normal self. That is from day one. The horse learns what is normal human behavior, and learns to accept that we are weird and do things for no apparent reason at times. And that none of it hurts him/her.
There are many ways to train horses. Clinton Anderson’s method works for him and many others, ditto Parelli’s method, John Lyons’ method, Linda Tellington Jones’, George Morris’, etc. But they don’t work for all people or all horses. Parelli affirms that his method WILL work on all horses, but it’s been common knowledge for years that he couldn’t ride Casper.
People shouldn’t give up or feel like failures if a certain method doesn’t work for them, or for their horse. We are all different. Neither should the horse be blamed or labeled stubborn, disobedient, stupid, or whatever. We’re just all different.
Personally, Jack Brainard’s method will never work for me. First, I am incapable of keeping track of footfall. I have tried it – a few different times – and it gives me a migraine! Second, I am not a micro-manager by nature.
I let my failure to master footfall make me feel less a horseman – for a while. Then it dawned on me that I didn’t need to track footfall. I had never needed to before, why start now. The one horse that I trained to what would be considered First Level dressage, did beautiful canter departs on the correct lead, exactly when I asked. There might have been a miniscule delay between my intention to ask and the actual depart – as the HORSE had to wait for his feet to be in the right position. But that was his job, not mine.
I will admit, that perhaps when I was training him to understand what I wanted, it might have been helpful to ask at the exact instant that foot was in place. Maybe. But there is not much precision in getting a horse to canter on signal the first few times. What I have found that is helpful is to ask for the first several canters at the exact same spot. Horse are very quick to make those kinds of connections. Then as the horse grasps the whole idea, start asking at different spots.
But that is me. We are all different. Our personalities, and basic nature, affect which training method will work best for US. Then we must try to figure out what works best for the horse. What is their basic nature and personality? Some horses are independent and get bored easily. Some find a lot of comfort in routine and can do lots of ring work without feeling bored or put upon. Some horses can be yelled at, some must be sweet talked. Each one is different. For example, Zola evidently wants contact to feel confident and relaxed at this stage. Chance hates to make lots of turns. I’ve tried warming him up by trot work in an imaginary arena. After the third or fourth turn he gets annoyed and I can almost hear him saying, “What the heck are you doing? Let’s go somewhere!” Not a great dressage prospect. But I think he’d do okay as a jumper, certainly a trail horse.
That is where the relationship becomes invaluable. When we are connected to our horses, we have a better chance of understanding what that tossed head or those pinned ears mean. Most often they DO mean something, it’s not just the horse trying to be a pain.
So happy training to all – look for the method that truly suits you, or create your own. Don’t ever feel bad because something doesn’t work for you or your horse. We are all different.
Riding Zola
It was too soggy to ride Chance today – anything faster than a walk was out of the question – but fine for riding Zola. Which I’m starting to look forward to.
Today we walked further around the track. From the west side of the arena we went more than halfway down the track eastward. We had a little spook – not sure what it was, but I did notice that some birds took flight immediately after. The spook was my favorite kind – just a high head and an abrupt stop. So that was good. Remembering to keep a light contact, this turned out to be a very nice ride – I would say our best “outside” ride ever.
It’s interesting riding a horse who hasn’t learned to ignore the things we do. If I stopped following the motion, she walked slower. She’s forcing me to pay attention – a good thing.
Every horse has something to teach us.
Ask a question . . . get an answer!
“Do they understand us?” “How cooperative are they willing to be?” These are two questions I included in my post yesterday.
When I put Roxanna back in yesterday afternoon, I rubbed her neck and face and told her that if she wants a relationship she’ll have to trust me more. I didn’t mean trust exactly, but it was the only word I had. A rough – very rough – approximation would be she has to take the next step in making herself clear as well as trusting me more. Since horses read our minds, Roxanna “heard” what I really meant, which I don’t have words to describe.
Today, after riding Zola, I put Roxanna out to graze. My plan was to worm her when I was ready to put her in. I wasn’t expecting any problems, as I’ve had Roxanna since 2005 and she’s never been difficult to worm. I would have wormed her first, but some horses don’t like to eat right after being wormed – I’m guessing it’s because the wormer makes things taste bad – and I didn’t want to spoil her grazing time.
An hour and a half later, I went out to get her (she was wearing a halter and lead). She stood perfectly still and let me pick up the rope. She then reached over and touched her nose to the syringe of ivermectin in my pocket. It was kind of odd, but my only thought was that I hoped she wasn’t going to try to avoid getting wormed now that she’d smelled it. I took the syringe our of my pocket and started to raise it. Before I could get my arm up, Roxanna grabbed the syringe in her mouth. I instinctively (?) tried to take it out. What perverse creatures we humans are! Every time it started to come out Roxanna worked harder to keep it in. Finally (duh) I just wormed her. Then she let me have the sryinge back.
I have wormed a lot of horses, including Roxanna, and NEVER had that happen. EVER. I do not feed treats in wormer syringes. I have never used the “trick” of practising worming using applesauce, or anything else. When I present wormer to a horse it’s wormer. I don’t believe in lying to horses.
So what was that? My opinion? Roxanna was trying to show how cooperative she can be. And how much she understands. And that she definitely wants our relationship to go to the next step.
Wow is how I feel. Wow. I really can’t get over it. What an experience! If she had hands she’d have wormed herself. That’s a statement.
Roxanna and I . . .
Our relationship is still developing and I am still letting Roxanna set the pace. My goal is to see how free can a horse be, how cooperative, when allowed to choose. To see how much of their intelligence they’ll reveal, and just how well DO they understand us?
Part of my daily routine is grazing the horses in the big field in the afternoon. Some I turn loose without halters, some with halters and lead ropes. Some I hand graze as they are not yet at the point where they can be trusted loose.
Roxanna started out as hand-graze, but after a few times I let her loose with a halter and lead rope. She was fine.
Many people do not think horses can be trusted to be turned loose. And all horses are not ready for that, it’s true. However, I think a large majority would surprise people. Horses are in kind of a catch 22 situation. They are definitely smart enough, willing enough, and trustworthy enough to be turned loose, but because people don’t believe it, they don’t get the chance to prove it.
I don’t want my horses to be slaves, or to do things because they’ve been specifically trained to do them. My goal is to have cooperative relationships with my horses. I want our interactions to be communication, not behavior modification. I believe horses can read our thoughts if they’re clear. My feeling is that if we have a language we both understand, we can engage in conversation. New things and new situations are then easily introduced to the horse because “training” is not necessary – merely an explanation. More than that – the horse becomes free to express his/her self and offer things we never even thought of.
Of course this does require that the horse like me, or at least considers me a herd member. And trust. Between both parties.
As an experiment, I’m trying something I’ve never done before – with Roxanna. She has always made it clear that she wants a relationship with me. She’s also made it clear she doesn’t completely trust humans. Not surprisingly. And I confess, as a result, I do not completely trust her. We are working on this together.
As the next step in this experiment, I decided to take a risk and let Roxanna out without a halter. The big question would be what would happen when I went to bring her in. She has already shown that haltering isn’t necessarily something that is guaranteed to happen.
I left her out until last – as she clearly understands that as a privilege. When I walked up she faced me. Good. Then she walked past me, across the field, toward the gate to the fenced area. It was clear to me that she knew it was time to go in, and she was willing to go in. I am pretty sure that if someone had been there holding the gate open she would have gone right in. But, as usual, there were at least 5 horses clustered at the gate and it was impossible for me to hold it open for Roxanna, without several going out.
I gave Roxanna three chances to go in on her own. When she didn’t (don’t blame her), it was clear that I’d have to halter her. Ah . . . problem. Not surprising. However, though Roxanna avoided the halter she never strayed far from the gate. She didn’t take off at a canter across the field or down the road. In the end, after several minutes, she allowed me to put the halter on and I put her in.
So, another step in our journey together.
Update January 23rd
The Meroth bit is working well. Chance steers almost effortlessly, which tells me that it’s just having the bit that’s making the difference.
I’m anxious to start galloping – not only to get him fit, but because it’s fun! For those who’d like to see what it’s like, here’s a video from YouTube. (Not me or anyone I know). Click here to view.
Riding Zola is not as much fun – yet anyway. She still has “the face”, usually accompanied by a neck twist/head shake. Sometimes (on the lunge) with a buck, kick, plunge, or other display of irritation at being told what to do. Luckily, she is sensitive and has a good whoa. We’ve had a few minor disagreements over direction, but she has yielded each time without a big fuss. She has a very nice walk, and interestingly, walks more confidently, and with fewer disagreements, if I maintain contact. This is still with just the jumping hackamore, and the contact is light. Not sure why that is – but am using it to my advantage.
So far we’ve walked around the outside of the arena, inside the arena (her least favorite thing), and part way across the field, including passing through the wet area/slight ditch. Without issue. Next goal is to go all the way around the “track”.
I was going to take a photo of how deep Chance’s feet sink in the wet areas just at the walk. However, we had a thunderstorm last night and the footprints were filled with water. It’s not visible of course, but the print is about 4″ deep. I’ve also included a photo of one of the wet areas that run across the field. There are 2 major ones. Unfortunately these drainage areas are not the only wet spots where Chance sinks in.
Each print is at least 4 inches deep, some are deeper, depending on how wet it was at the time.
Training update
I’ve been riding Chance pretty regularly lately. He is starting to trot with some energy and a lower head. There is one issue however. With the LG Bridle (bitless) he does not steer very well to the right at the trot. I’ve done a few short canters, but on turns, not the straight sections where he wants to bear left. I decided last night to try him, finally, in the Meroth bit today. I never had trouble steering Chance with a bit, and am hoping this will fix the problem. Can’t gallop without steering.
Of course, today it’s windy! However, it was in the 50′s and the truth is I enjoy riding, so I thought I’d give it a try. Chance spooked twice on the walk to the trailer – not a good sign – but I was hoping he’d be good out in the field away from trees, etc. He stood quietly while I tacked him up and was calm when I led him into the field and got on. The Meroth clearly felt weird to him, and he seemed to think I was holding him back – I wasn’t – because of the strap under the jaw I’m guessing, which was on the loosest setting. Once I got him into a trot it didn’t seem to bother him as much, but I confess that I only went one lap – as the wind was howling (30 mph gusts) and Chance’s ears were straight up. Still, it was good for both of us to get out there.
I didn’t seem to have any problem steering – whether that was from the wind or the bit I can’t be sure. Unfortunately the forecast is for rain, and the field is still wet from the last rain and the snow. Hopefully the weather man is wrong.
Note: An interesting thing about the Meroth Leather Bit (from Germany) is that it can be used without a bridle once the horse is used to it.







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