Friday, November 23, 2012
Killing Me Softly
Last night I made a mistake. Sarge and I had gone out for dinner, followed by some western saddle "shopping" for him. When we got home I had him sit in my cutting saddle on it's stand. Next, I had him hop on my English Saddle to compare feels. I also hopped up on both saddles.
You see, I've been actively trying to sell my Bates Caprilli Close Contact with interchangeable gullets. This saddle I've had for close to three years and I've never rode in. In fact, it literally is brand new. When I bought it I had been taking jumping lessons and was toying with the idea of cross country. I rode mostly English style as a youth. I loved riding English. Rode in the mountains. Cattle penned. Gymkana. All in my English saddle. Loved it!
For the last 15 or so years I've rode Western. Either in a rope or cutting saddle. And I get these bursts of nostalgia where I intensely crave riding English and working on collected and extended gaits.
The problem? Well, my hands won't tolerate "English" contact. I am unable to maintain contact. The reins retreat out of my messed up hands. Hence the decision to sell the English saddle... But after sitting in it I want to ride English. Right now! Rationally, and logically I know selling it is the right thing to do, but I wonder if there will come a day when I regret it?
This saddle is killing me softly.