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Post by Deb on Apr 15, 2009 12:50:51 GMT -5
This having to do with the 'nosebleed thread". I got my QH mare Candy back in '95 at the age of 8. She just turned 22 this past March chronologically. She hadn't been ridden much by the family I bought her from in '95. I rode her miles and miles of our country back roads and fields were I got permission to ride in the "long trot" to build muscle and slow gallops to build "wind and stamina". One day on one of our rides together I decided to see how she could go "full-out". I made certain of the footing going into a hayfield lane on the lane into the field, looking for holes or rough footing that might hurt her. I made a promise to her when I got her that I'd never ask her to do anything that would hurt her. After making certain of the footing being okay, I turned her back after passing approximately 440 or so yards beyond the usual distance of a QH 1/4 mile race. I then asked her for speed and then all she had in her to give. She responded with her all and then some with no more pressure from me. On our ride back home, about two miles, we did nothing but walked, upon getting home while I was untacking her and cooling her out I noticed a very small trickle of blood out of one nostril. I knew I had caused her to rupture a blood vessel, but it was something I knew could happen. Never, ever did I ask her again for a "show of all-out speed".
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Post by fancyhorse on Apr 15, 2009 14:48:05 GMT -5
Don't beat yourself up. I bet if she had proper conditioning for that speed, she might have been fit enough physically that she might not have bled. Its a long way from her heart and I'm sure she doesn't hold a grudge
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Post by Deb on Apr 16, 2009 10:24:41 GMT -5
I did have a bout with feeling guilty for doing what I did, but after making sure she cooled out okay afterward I just told myself never again. You know what, I know Candy never held a grudge with me for what I did. In fact, many were the times she asked me to let her have a gallop. She would give me a "happy, feel good" little pitch. I'd tell her "okay", then let her set the gait/pace. I always brought her back to me after a short distance. We just communicated so very well with one another.
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