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    Have you ever had trouble trying to move a horse forward under saddle? <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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    Example<\/strong><\/h3>\n\n\n\n

    You\u2019re riding a school horse around the arena at a trot<\/a> on the right lead. Every time you pass a corner, you put on the correct canter aids. 

    Your outside leg comes back behind the girth. Your inside leg stays at the girth. You sit and squeeze both legs together. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    The horse\u2019s trot picks up slightly but he doesn\u2019t break into a canter. After the 4th or 5th time, you give up because your bum is getting sore from sitting in this quickening trot and you need to collect your bearings since your feet are way too far forwards in the stirrups after bouncing around so much.  <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    After resting a little bit at the walk, you start trotting again. This time, your instructor is waiting up by the next corner. You do all the same aids but this time your instructor clucks and brings her body energy up as the horse comes by. 

    The horse immediately breaks into a canter as he passes by her. He holds the canter for about half the arena and then he spontaneously comes back down into a trot despite the fact that you tried to put on leg as soon as you felt him slow and that you were using your seat properly to keep him cantering.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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    Moving Satchmo Forward Under Saddle<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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    The very first horse I rode was called Satchmo, named after Louis Armstrong. He was an all black, fiesty little pony and my absolute favourite and I essentially held a monopoly on him for years until I outgrew him given he was a pony. No one else rode him at that barn except for me. I was there often enough that worked out well. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

    My Dad would get so annoyed at me because we lived in the city. That meant he was routinely driving me 35-45 minutes each way to the barn and I would beg to go literally every day. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

    All of my firsts were on Satchmo: <\/h3>\n\n\n\n