Tucker and I haven't jumped anything bigger than a cavaletti since November. I was starting to feel like if I didn't point him at something that would require him to move more than one leg at a time, I'd actually be lying when I tell people "...but we still jump!" after explaining our transition to dressage. (It wasn't totally our fault. The last farm we were at kept all their jumps outside the indoor. And there were lessons all day Saturday and Sunday, which meant I'd have to bring them in and set them up on a weeknight... in the dark... in 20 degree weather... with a big goofy horse in tow. Not happening.)
So on Sunday, we jumped something! It wasn't big, it was probably 2'6"? But Tucker was very, very happy that this would not be yet another day where we try to perfect the art of the 15-meter circle.
Thankfully, Ethan volunteered to be our jump crew and videographer, so I have evidence of this exciting event. I love my dressage horse, but the feeling of his beautiful floaty hunter canter as I go around in my half seat, and his round, careful jump... there is just nothing like it. Sigh.
C'mon Spring! Tucker wants to jump a course outside again!