.::. Open .::. Jumping for Fun

[Jessica Adams]

.x.x. Jessica Adams .x.x.

..::.. The Only People You Need In Your Life.. ..::..
-------------------------------------

The Paint X Hanoverian gelding followed Jessica obediently as she walked him out of his stall. He was a very tall horse, bred for jumping. Jessica loved him, and was so excited to get to start over competing here. Sure she was good at the west coast, but here was a whole new competition. She knew Jay Cee could handle it, he was after all a hell of a jumper and dressage horse.

She stood him in the cross ties and started to groom out his bay paint coat. You could call him a Tri color paint, he after all did have black is places too. She made sure his white areas where clean, using green spot remover and spray paint in some areas (some of the many showing secrets). The gelding stood quietly, way too use to the process. Jessica then went and got his English jumping saddle, cinching him up snug. She then went and got his bridle and but it on, him taking the snaffle bit easy. Yes it was true, he did not need a severe bit, he had a soft mouth.

She walked him out of the barn, grabbing her helmet on her way out. Today was a good day for jumping, the sun was out, but it wasn't all that hot. It was the Later morning hours, and the heat had not quite hit yet, so it was comfortable. Jessica just led the horse out of the barn, heading toward the jumping ring where the jumps where already pre-set.

She entered the arena, latching the gate behind her. She tightened the cinch one more time, then mounted up, helmet on. She squeezed her legs gently and Jay Cee moved out slowly at a walk. After a round around the arena she asked for a trot, then a canter. Soon she turned him for the first jump, and he glided over it easy. It was only 2 feet tall, and he was use to jumping 4 feet or higher. She kept the jumps low though, not wanting to strain him after being trailered across the country.

.:.Are The Once The Ones That Prove They Need You In Theres.:.

[/size]

.x.x. Jay Cee .x.x.[/center]

[<Ryan Wesley>]

Ryan had gotten out one of his paint horses he was training. Rodeo season was pretty low this time of year. So not much roping, bull and bronc riding was being done. Ya he was a rodeo man. But he liked all sorts of riding.. well to watch. He wasn't a big fan of riding in any english events but he loved to watch because the horse and rider had to have a bond like no other to do such things especially in dressage and any kind of jumping. He couldn't imagine what it would take.

Ryan had a paint horse well, ok he had a couple. He had a palomino paint and a bay paint. But this little filly was being started adn its owner wanted her to get use to being around funny obsticles. And the jumping arena was good for that. He had the dun paint filly all saddled up in a western saddle of course and a smooth snaffle bit on a plain looking bridle. Nothing fancy. Ryan wearing everyday somewhat lose jeans, with holes in the pockets and seems. His shirt was grey and tight to show off the abs he had underneath his shirt. And he had a old straw cowboy hat on that had seen alot better days.

He saw someone in the arena and smiled a little. He got on the filly walking her around on the rail to warm up a little bit and let her get use to all the jumps in teh middle. The filly snorted and she lifted her head and watched the jumps pass. But Ryan nudged the bit and the filly dropped her head and started to relax. He rubbed her neck gently. "Good girl." He said softly. He looked over to see the girl on the paint horse and smiled a little. He saw the horse jump the small jump and he smiled. Jumping was an art in itself.

[/size][/blockquote]