The days are getting shorter, the weather is getting cooler, the students are wearing more clothes. On the bright side, that means it’s hunting season. Brother and I and our steeds got out for our first hunt of the season today. A little warmer than we expected, but still a very pleasant day.
Since Arthur and I hadn’t jumped over anything since early April, I was a little apprehensive about whether we remembered what we were doing. But Arthur hadn’t forgotten, and he managed to refresh my memory. We didn’t have a real rip-snorter of a day, but I thought he performed very well. We even sailed over the coop that brought an abrupt end to our first hunt of last season. Arthur didn’t seem to have any unfavorable memories of it.
The only minor crisis of the day was brother’s flask, which had been in its case on his saddle all summer, and decided that’s where it wanted to stay. He finally had to unhook the case and pass it with the flask.
Since we wanted to ease our horses and ourselves into the season without blowing anything out the first day, we headed in after about 90 minutes. The rest of the field saw a little action after we split, but they were back at the trailers shortly after we were.