I’ve always been an English girlie. Really can’t tell you why. I’m the only horse-y person in my immediate family, & I can’t recall having been exposed to anything portraying Western riding in a negative light, or English in an idealized one… but for as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to ride English. Not just a slight preference, either, but a seething hatred for all things Western. For the longest time, I didn’t even want any Breyer model horses who were pinto, ap-spotted, cream, or dun, because those were “Western” colours.
Similarly, I can’t tell you why I became interested in riding aside. Possibly because I’m interested in medieval re-enactment & fantasy. Possibly because I tend to be drawn to things that are out of the mainstream. Possibly just because I happened across a cheap side saddle in an antique store when I was a teenager.
My side saddle is an interesting specimen. When I bought it in the early 90’s, it was unused. The proprietor said that it had been made specially for a lady in a side saddle club, modeled after an antique saddle. As I recall, I paid $100 for it.
Luckily for 17 Year Old Me, my first horse was a saint. The same weekend I bought the saddle, we were cantering down the trails in it. We even did poles & barrels in it (just for fun, and at a less-than-competitive speed). I found that sitting straight was pretty much a constant battle, but generally didn’t have a problem staying on or guiding my horse.
Alas, I sold my first horse. I kept the side saddle, but it now bears the scars of being improperly stored for a number of years, as well as Young Me’s conviction that Murphy’s Oil Soap is a good thing for saddle leather.
Since I’ve gotten back into horses, I’ve wanted to get back into riding aside… but most everything I’ve read online has told me that my saddle is pretty much unfit for actual riding. One might argue that I successfully rode in it quite a bit, but that was back when I was young & fit & made of rubber & the fear centers of my brain had yet to fully develop. Lately, my side saddle has been relegated to a place of honour in my living room, where I occaisionally watch TV while sitting on it.
Now, for the first time in over a decade, I’ve brought my side saddle out of retirement. I need it for our Hallowe’en costume, dammit!
Moon looks terribly thrilled with her new saddle.
Here she is, in all her glory! In this pic, you can see one of the worst points of damage from improper care/storage: the underside of the skirt on this side are cracking & peeling off. The skirt on the off side is fine, though, so I wonder if part of the problem was inappropriate leather used in her construction. In any case, it’s just cosmetic. Also note that I’ve solved the problem of the saddle’s lack of breakaway stirrup mechanism & my lack of a safety stirrup iron by employing the world’s oldest & nastiest stirrup leather! If I should happen to fall, there is no way that I’ll be hung up in that stirrup w/o the leather breaking! I might just be better off not using a stirrup at all.
Offside. You can clearly see the front of the riser pad sticking out the front. One of the cool things about this being a reproduction of an antique, rather than an actual antique, is that the seat is big enough for my fat ass, & the tree is wide enough for my fat ass horse, even with extra padding. One complaint about “period” side saddles is that they slope dramatically upward toward the pommels. Yup. See how tippy this saddle is? Now imagine how bad that would be if there weren’t a pad under it bolstering up the cantel.
So, Moon & I went for a spin around the barnyard. Unfortunately, I still haven’t found a trained monkey, so I’ve got no pix of me riding. Moon did fine. I had an even more difficult time sitting straight than I remembered. Turning right was surprisingly difficult. I guess I’m not quite as reliant on just reins as I thought! Within minutes, my right hip & knee were killing me. Definitely not a saddle we’re going to be riding in regularly, but I think we’ll be okay for a dress rehearsal or two & the actual costume contest.
Ten minutes in this uncomfortable saddle has cemented one thing in my mind, though: I really need to save up for a decent side saddle!