Category: Horse Play

I don’t even like sprinkles on ice cream, so when this afternoon’s weather forecast predicted a chance of “afternoon sprinkles”, I considered working instead of playing today. But a glance at this weekend’s forecast, which looks even worse, combined with some gentle arm twisting from the Bitch Pack, convinced me this was not a day… Continue reading Bourbon with Sprinkles

It’s Wednesday, and the leaves are all falling off of the trees, so it’s time to slip back into my comfortable routine. Actually, it’s past time. I missed West Wing’s season premiere a few weeks ago, and I’ve missed a couple of Wednesday hunts for various reasons. So, although the season of comfortable routine should… Continue reading The Season Returns

I’m getting old and predictable. Anytime I say I had a wonderful weekend, it probably means I spent some time on the back of a horse. And that was the case this weekend. Saturday was the Blessing of the Hounds, and I elected to skip it this year. I hope I haven’t invoked the wrath… Continue reading Wonderful Weekend

No tricks today, just a treat. For the first time in three weeks, the weather was decent and Arthur had four shoes. It’s been a problem getting both of those to occur at the same time. So today, nothing was going to keep me out of the saddle, not even a request from the Champagne… Continue reading Halloween Hunt

Today’s flight was somewhat lower and slower than yesterday’s. I never got much higher than the back of a horse (although I think I got some good air between my seat and the saddle at one point), and we didn’t quite approach yesterday’s hair-raising speed. Although the numbers might seem a little less impressive, I… Continue reading Flying Lower

I’d just finished supper tonight, and had almost gotten to the comics section of the newspaper, when the dawgs started raisin’ a ruckus. They’re never at a loss for things to bark at, so I ignored it for a while. When they seemed a little more agitated than usual, I wandered out to see if… Continue reading It’s 9:30 PM; Do you know where your horses are?

It’s finally June in Kentucky. After a couple of weeks with April rainfall and August temperatures, we finally had a pleasant weekend that wasn’t sweltering or soaking. Of course, any such lucky break in the weather is largely devoted to serious defoliation of the jungle which has sprung up as a result of the rainfall… Continue reading Lessons for the week

Little Big Time, aka Little, foaled May 1, 1971, by Time Payment, out of Bright Leaf by Sea o Erin. Died May 6, 2004. When I came home Thursday afternoon and looked out in the pasture, I saw two horses. That wasn’t unusual; Little would often be some distance away from the others. I looked… Continue reading RIP, Little Big Time

If you’re a horse nut, you probably know what I’ve been up to for the last few days: attending the Rolex Kentucky Three-Day Event, then trying to sober up, collect my wits, and collate another one of my scintillating photojournalistic commentaries. Since I’ve been maintaining a Rolex website far longer than this blog, it takes… Continue reading The Rolex Report

Another hunt season draws to a close. Actually, my last hunt of the season was last Sunday, although I didn’t realize it at the time. With hunts scheduled for Wednesday and Friday, which I had every intention of enjoying, I almost skipped Sunday due to the unseasonable 78-degree heat. But the best-laid plans often go… Continue reading Sigh … It’s Over