My name is Reagan. I'm 21 and am a student at Mississippi State University, where I am majoring in Animal and Dairy Science (aka pre-vet). The only english barn near MSU is an eventing barn.
Let's back up about 10 years. I was 11, and desperately wanted a pony. The only sale horse in our entire barn (that we could afford) was a feedlot horse who had "jumped" out of his feedlot and therefore they thought would like to jump. I use the term "jump" lightly because he didn't even make it out in one piece. He got a nail stuck in his side and came to the barn on antibiotics.
I leased him for that summer, and we definitely had a love/hate relationship. I loved him when he wasn't bucking me off every other time I rode him. He also had some food anger issues because he was a) in a feedlot and b) starved at some time...which I consider a feat for anyone to do because he gets fat just looking at food.
Meet Romeo (Bulletproof):
Okay...how cute is that. I was little...and I was little for a long time. I showed him on the A circuit...kind of successfully (not entirely) in short stirrup, eq, and pre-children's until 2005. I put changes on him, took him fox hunting, did jumpers, and a bunch of other stuff. He always tried hard for me...but then I grew. I'm 5'7'' and he is 14.3 on a good day. I eventually leased him out in 2007, and in 2008 I "retired him."
In 2006, I got a "speshul" thoroughbred named Johnny. Note: I did not want a grey horse or a thoroughbred. I got a grey thoroughbred. He needs his hand held frequently, but he is incredibly athletic. He has a great dressage background, but I had to completely erase all his knowledge of jumping and start from scratch. So basically...his brain is a little short-circuited. He will go in the ring and be perfect (I do the A/Os for anyone who knows what that is), or he will go in and have a nervous meltdown...which must judges don't appreciate.
|as a 3 y/o|
|as an 11 y/o|