September 24, 2012

One Last Saddle Fit Post

(...until his back changes shape in six months and we have to go through this all over again.)

Despite knowing the Stackhouse fits him well, I was still nervous until I got my trainer's stamp of approval.  I have a history of going about things in an unconventional way (saddles purchased on eBay/without a fitter, acquiring a pony without her, acquiring a pony in general, getting a breed not typically known for eventing, giving my own shots, the list goes trainer is a saint) which I think made her nervous in the past.  Now that I have a history there and credibility, I feel better about trusting my own abilities and doing things "backwards," but her approval still means the world to me.

Before the ride, she took a look at it, complimented the fit, agreed with me on the necessity for a back riser and said "...and a Stackhouse," with a note of comradery and approval in her voice.  "You'll be able to resell this easily if he does outgrow it."  That, combined with a hearty, "He does seem to really like that saddle," after she'd taught us in a part lunge/part under saddle lesson, was all I needed. 

For at least the winter, I'll be doing Dressage in the Collegiate, which is an all-purpose, but makes a much better Dressage saddle than a jump saddle.  What's that, you have a soft spot for rusted D rings and leather that might actually be painted instead of oiled?  Here, have a photo:

Stop taking me so seriously.  I actually really like riding in this saddle, just not looking at it.
That means with our current Dressage focus, I won't see much of the Stackhouse, which just doesn't agree with the stirrups being even a hole longer than jumping length.  Perfect for fences, which is what I bought it for, not so great for wrapping my leg around him and sitting deep.

Plus I needed some saddle-ular eye candy.

Shiny.  And publicly acceptable.
As one final note on my beloved Beval, it is now being loved by a little girl in Massachusetts, according to my eBay feedback.  That makes me happier than the news that some inanimate object I used to own is well-loved really should.

1 comment:

  1. What a relief to have something that fits. Glad your saddle shopping journey has ended. For now.