From Traverse City, we traveled to Kentucky to represent Zone 4 in the 2012 North American Junior and Young Riders Championships (NAJYRC). If you are not familiar with this event, it is basically the biggest jumping class a rider under the age of 21 can compete in, other than a regular Grand Prix.
Castlewood has traveled to a new venue for us: Traverse City, Michigan, home of Horse shows by the Bay. It took some 13 hours of driving for us to reach our second stop on our summer tour, but the journey has been well worth the trouble. From the layout of the facility, to the hotels, the food, entertainment, and a sun that seemingly never set, we have enjoyed the experience.
Some six years ago I got a call from a fellow trainer and friend about some special clients who were relocating to Florida and were in need of a trainer.
We are getting ready as a barn to leave for our summer show season. It is a hectic time for Castlewood Farm and also an exciting endeavor. We will be on the road for a total of nine weeks and will travel to Atlanta, Michigan, Kentucky, and the west coast of Florida. We will be taking over 20 horses with us this year and will travel close to 2,000 miles. We will have close to 30 clients, workers, riders, grooms and parents in tow.
Most of the time at horse shows we don’t have much time for anything other than what we do, we run from ring to ring, walking courses, riding and training. Every once in awhile a special circumstance arises that gives us “way too much time to think, “and from those moments very often come crazy ideas. One such occasion came last year during the USEF Talent Search Final in Gladstone, NJ, it was in between phases and my students and I got to thinking, we basically are just animal trainers, training our four legged friends to jump over sticks, walls and water
Fox Lea farm has been running horse shows ever since I moved down to Florida, and it’s always been a very relaxing place to show.
I can not whistle. I wish I could, because it would come in very handy as a professional horseman, especially at the ingate after one of my riders has a great round. Because I can’t whistle, I have to whoop, and whooping taken out of context is a very ridiculous act indeed.