Posts Tagged Fox Hollow Farm

The Alternate Route

                      Ah, the course walk. The first time out, we are generally just there to figure out where we’re going, and perhaps question our sanity (“Why? Why would anyone gallop a horse up to something like this and jump over it? I need help…”). The […]

That’s A Wrap

I am “that girl” during Christmastime – you know, the one annoyingly obsessed with the holiday, who insists on wearing red & green and buying a tree as soon as the calender switches to December. The second a local radio station I never otherwise listen to switches over to 24/7 Christmas music, it’s all I […]

Jump To It

Sometimes, I feel remarkably motivated to sit down and write a blog. Then, after a couple of lines, I realize it’s a beautiful morning, and I really can’t stand another moment in the house. This happens during the spring and fall more often than any other time of the year, when I have lots of […]

Patience Pays

I’m fairly certain that, as Pirate watched every other horse BUT him load up onto the trailer at some point over the spring and summer, he was starting to lose his patience. Yes, he was ridden every day, but it was never more than a hack and a light trot-set, and this isn’t REAL riding […]

Flirting With Danger

If life itself is a game of chance, this sport make us all stellar players.  What better example of risk and reward than, say, galloping a horse at speed to a solid fence and making it safely to the other side?  There are about a million things that could go wrong, and about as many that you […]

November Blue

I’m convinced the sky is never quite as blue as it is in November. There’s just this brilliant quality to it, one you don’t quite see in the South’s hazy summers. It makes me wonder if The Avett Brothers (my favorite band for the past 7+ years since I met them at The Fork HT […]

Nothin’ Lasts Forever But Old Fords…

C’mon, you guys know that line out of an old Willie Nelson song, right?  “Nothing lasts forever but old Fords, and a natural stone…”  Well, I have no diamonds to talk about, unless you count the rhinestones on Pirate’s fancy dressage browband made by Momma Briggs, but I DO have an old Ford F350 whose odometer currently sits […]

Girls Rule, Boys Drool…

Oh the ladies are totally dominating at the barn right now. Yes yes, you’ll get the recap of River Glen in a minute…but first I have to brag on the mares a bit.  Rachel (Mind Over Matter), my lovely bay OTTB mare (a.k.a. Pirate’s girlfriend), won her first little Novice CT over the weekend, and totally […]

I Remember MY First Cross-rail….

Let’s face it: “I remember MY first cross-rail…” is the “I remember MY first beer…” of the event world.  It is generally saved for a joking insult to a friend when they have one of THOSE jumps, or a way to tell a student to clean up their act when they look like an untrained monkey […]