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:star: Cutting Entry for ~Timber-Ridge's 1st Annual Winter Fest :star:

Placing:// 2nd

Stable Name:// Hollow Grove Livery Stables
Horse Name:// HG My Trashy Romance (Finn)
Gender:// Stallion
Breed:// Quarter Horse
Age:// 9
Rider's Name:// Jamison Fletcher
Discipline:// Cutting

Other Entries:// Barrel Racing +3
Group Registries:// +4


:// ~Timber-Ridge's Winterfest Entries







So, this is the second one. I'm an hour off schedule to finish these in time. o___O; -shakes fist- Y U SO SLOW

Since this town that the competitions are being held in is about on par with my little town, that's what I'm going with description wise. I don't mean to offend any Maine..ites.



The night after the ski-joring and thus the night before the cutting competition that Jamison had entered, the three went to check out the local scene. "It's about as exciting as Toradh is." Cody commented, blinking at the town that one may call 'one horse'.

"Ya, I fout there'd be a bar round here." Rowena said, giving a giant sigh. Not that she'd done much today, but staying in the company of these two clowns as enough to deserve a drink in her opinion. "Of course there's a bar! It's just hiding." Jamison said, scratching his head as he looked down the main street, "We're having a fun adventure!" Jamison insisted to Rowena, who raised her eyebrows at him. "I forgot why I'm helpin ya." Rowena said, and Jamison grinned. "Because it's better than your...um..day job?" Rowena glared, her brows knitting. "You're an arse, Jamison Fletcher." She muttered.

Jamison shrugged as the three of them made their way down the main street of the town, before Cody pointed triumphantly. "That place looks promising!" He said, and the three of them wandered in. "I can't get completely plastered tonight. I have a big day ahead of me. The first real cutting competition for me and Finn." Jamison said as the three plopped themselves down at the bar. "I hope he knows cows in the US don' have so much fuzz." Rowena pointed out, and Jamison shrugged. "I tried him out on the mechanical cow quite a few times. He's got it naturally in him, like Kiefer." Jamison insisted, clearly having a lot of faith in his horse.

"What're you having?" Cody asked as his own drink got put in front of him. Jamison decided on a mojito, just to keep up with the horses and all.

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He could barely sleep that night for all the excitement, his metabolism seemingly burning off the alcohol the moment it entered his system. Jamison lay there for quite a while before giving up and going out to visit the horses. Kiefer and Finn were sleeping soundly in their stalls, Finn snoring slightly with his head pushed up against the board between he and Kiefer. Jamison somewhat pitied ruining his horsie slumber, and thus let him be and decided to pace the ground instead until an appropriate time where he could start warming him up for competition in the cold arena. "Let's get going, fella." Jamison said as he tied Finn up and started grooming him. Finn stretched dramatically, groaning as he did so. "You are a drama queen." Jamison said, shaking his head before saddling him up, double and triple checking everything. As he was walking toward the arena, he ran into the girl who had brushed him off two days before, when he had illustrated perfectly the dumb face of this very horse. She gave him the same disapproving look, before looking at the horse that was following behind him. "About right. He's handsomer than you making that face though." She said, before going along her business. "I do a good impression of you." Jamison explained to Finn, who didn't much care either way.

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As they entered the arena, Jamison sized up some of the competition and felt a slight sinking in his stomach, a feeling he wasn't quite familiar with. Watching the horses spin on a dime and dodge and swerve, he looked down at his horse. Finn wasn't much for following orders such as that. He just went on intuition and the rider was merely there to help guide him along. Thus, Jamison warmed Finn up in a different way, loping around the arena, doing loose circles at first before going into smaller ones, leading him this way and that, though not as orderly as the others. "You're going to have to show them up." Jamison said quietly, leaning forward and patting Finn's poll. "Look at those little cows. You're going to have to find one you like." He said to him, eyeballing the lighter one that was the closest in color at least to the highland cows that Finn and Kiefer loved to torment. The others were rather different than both highland and Dexter cows, so it seemed very likely that Finn would hone in on the one that looked most familiar.

When it came round to their turn, Jamison gave Finn a pat on the side of the neck. "You find one you like." Jamison told him and then they both calmly walked into the little herd. Jamison sat up, reins high as Finn weaved through them, and Jamison focused on the little dun trotting away. Finn had other plans, and quickly made a jolt to cut off the light brown and spotted one. Jamison dropped his hand immediately, letting Finn figure it out for himself. The horse seemed to know a challenge when he saw one and immediately every bit of him loosened, ready to spring to either direction, kneeling a bit as he watched the cow contemplate which direction to dodge to. Finally the headstrong little calf made a split-second dash and Finn cut her off, stopping the calf in her tracks. She was a bit too close for comfort, but Finn held his own for the round.




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MissDudette's avatar
great silver work on that saddle!