I am very excited! I just got word I may be able to pick up my new Tad Coffin saddle tomorrow! YES! I can’t wait to start working these horses in their new sneakers. I already know I like the saddle. Did I ever tell you my Tad Coffin Saddle Story? If I did, you get to hear it all over again now.
This happened several years ago. Background: Keswick Hunt Club hunts Montpelier, and they park their trailers in the field next to my barn. So what happens is this:
One Saturday I am puttering about doing the morning herd check when I get to the big field. In this field is a large chestnut gelding, all tacked up, and steaming like he’d been running for miles. I say the horse was there, no mention of rider, because the rider was NOT there. Hmmm. I have about thirty head in that field. As I occasionally pose as a responsible adult, I figure I had best get said horse out of said field before the herd notices he is there at all. So I catch him up, holler a few times for the rider, hear nothing, not even hounds, and we exit the field.
Now, since I am lazy and it is about a two mile walk from where I stood with the horse and where I knew the trailers would be, I decide walking was out. Besides, he was already tacked up. With a Tad Coffin Saddle. Heh. Up I get and we walk towards the trailers. The stirrups were even the right length. Pretty nice. By the time I get to my barn I am starting to think, “Finders, keepers.” But my conscience got the better of me (I will have to speak to my mother about that) and I took him to the parking lot.
I spent five, maybe ten minutes in that field hollering, “Keswick!” and had just about decided Santa Claus had come early, and the horse and saddle really were for me, when a rather bedraggled woman stumbled out of the woods and claimed everything. Damn. Conscience is definitely overrated.
But now, years later, I finally get my very own Tad Coffin Saddle! Yes! Yes! Yes! Woohoo! Maybe Santa was punishing me for coveting my neighbors saddle.