A Knowledge of Horsemanship ?
Originally published in Horse Directory, April
2013
By Tom Gumbrecht
Knowledge is Everything!
No, it isn’t. Let’s start out with that.
"Circus"- The first horse the author sat. |
For a short time, after beginning to
learn how to ride at age 45, I believed that I would take a few lessons, maybe
a half-dozen or so, and then go off and be a rider. It was such an accident of
fate that put me in the saddle that I had no idea how much was involved in
becoming what I considered to be a “good rider”. I didn’t even know what that
was, but I suspected that it had something to do with attempting crazy stuff on
horseback and not falling off in the process.
My innocence and naïveté were probably a good thing then, as a full
understanding of what was involved would probably have kept me from even
trying.
As I gained a little bit of knowledge
and some time in the saddle, I explored different disciplines and found myself
gravitating toward jumpers. As I watched from the sidelines I was mystified at
how a rider could compel a horse to race around what seemed to be an
unbelievably complex course of impossible combinations of fences. While I thought of, or actually hoped to, one
day ride a horse over a single fence, the thought of riding a full course
didn’t even make it into my occasionally exciting horsey dreams.
I thought that I would need to find a
way to access the secret details of some grand plan, some complex mystery that
only the best riders knew and weren’t telling. “They” knew all of the details,
but they weren’t sharing them with the likes of me. If only I knew what they
knew, I could ride like they rode.
Or, not.
Laura Ruben of Affari Horse Farm taught me that discipline was not a bad word |
You see, I was the kid who wanted to
learn to play guitar on a music video, but found practicing scales and riffs to
be a waste of time. I thought big! Skip the boring parts; let’s get right to
the performance! But then… something
interrupted my big thinking. I had the good fortune, through another accident
of fate, to have the opportunity to ride with a trainer who brought my big
thinking down to earth while keeping my sometimes frail ego intact. A pretty
good trick, honestly; it was accomplished by making the little things that I
had no time for, fun. Before I knew it,
I was actually looking forward to practicing the very things I had so often
shunned: balanced turns, straight lines, low hands, good posture, breathing,
counting strides, work without stirrups, eye position, metered canters… basic
things that I had been lacking.
Lola knows that jumping the little ones at home makes the big ones easy! |
That was the missing element. I
thought that I needed knowledge and guts; I wanted to float above the others on
knowledge, and then swoop down and overtake them with guts. I was wrong; what
was missing was not guts, nor was it knowledge. The missing element was
discipline. That was what “they” had
that I didn’t; that was what I needed to find. It turned out that riding a
competently executed course of jumps was no more than riding, in turn, a series
of competently executed small movements.
Developed and perfected by repeating, observing, feeling, experiencing
and improving some of the most simple things in riding. Honing skills as a
woodworker sharpens his chisel in readiness for his next job. Put it all
together and feel how it feels to experience something with your horse that is
much more than the sum of its parts.
Discipline is the bridge between our dreams and our successes.
A point came when I began to
understand what my very first trainer had told me once, a bunch of years ago:
“Your problem, sir, it that you want to think it, and it will be done. Horses
don’t work that way.”
I hate it when people who annoy me are
right…
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