Go buy a Tad Coffin saddle
Don’t ask why, just do it. Your horse will thank you.
Not buying that? Okay, let me tell you what I saw today. I handed him lame horse after lame horse. I even dragged in Roy who hadn’t been ridden since September, and Bailey, who hadn’t been ridden in years because my vets had written him off, and my farrier hated him because he could no longer pick up his hind feet to be shod.
So first, Roy. Roy had a stifle issue, we thought. He never limped, but after several months of (take my word for it) very light riding and steering practice, he had so contorted himself that he threw my back out. Twenty minutes in the TC saddle and Roy went sound. What? Kidding me?
So I mentioned Bailey. Bailey had gotten so bad that he would only bend left. And yes, I went to my chiro to make certain it wasn’t me. He would not bend right (at all. Totally locked left) and would NOT pick up the right lead after I had him in training for a while. The harder I tried, the more he resisted. The vets told me it was possible he had kissing spine, but unless I could afford to send him in for one of those big body exrays (uh huh) couldn’t say for certain. But we had tried everything else. I tried robaxin. I tried injections. My farrier hated him because he wouldn’t pick up the hind legs to be shod. So I dragged Bailey out of the field after Kelly Coffin said, “Yeah! Try that one!” Poor Tad.
Tad, recognizing the possible imminent hospital trip, wisely asked if I had a lunge line. Whew, yes, thank you. Okay, let me say this: the horse was starting to get wired and pissy (can I say that?) because I had just dragged him away from his herd, and, knowing he was big (17 hands, 1300 pounds) started throwing all that around while he waited his turn. But as soon as we put the saddle on his back, he started composing himself. Huh? Okay, part of that could be ascribed to Tad’s very calm, quiet, confident demeanor when dealing with horses, but the dang beast has just been bucking in circles minutes before.
Off to the round pen. The horse I expected to be utterly stupid calmed down. Was licking his lips. Was starting to look like a horse in side reins as he pulled himself together. What? I was astounded. Thrilled, yes, as I love that horse and he had showed so much promise, but… I don’t know what. Tad turned Bai to the right, and damn (can I say that?) if that horse didn’t pick up the right lead! At that point, Bailey was relaxed enough that Tad thought getting on was a decent bet, so he did. And that horse was awesome. Ok, yeah, Tad is an awesome rider, but a horse in pain is a horse in pain, and it still ain’t gonna do shit (got away with the other cussing, going for it).
So next up: Sassy Lad. Had been limping right hind. No limping right hind after about two minutes.
Before and after pictures to follow.
Can I say more? What you spend on the saddle you will save in vet bills and heartbreak. Do it. Call Tad Coffin. www.tadcoffinsaddles.com