[Having an ex-pilot in the family, I do tend to spell "hanger" the airplane way. :) It's hard enough to learn that the equine term for the headstall for a bosal is not headstall but hanger. : ( The same ex-pilot is also a military buff, leaving me trying to remember that a sword's supporting belt and strap is also called a hanger.]
The bosal was obviously the place to start. And here is where fate stepped in, in the shape of Ichabad Crane!!! Alas, alack, for 20+ years my measurements and formulas have been for a true 1:9 model horse, and my bosal recipe is perfected for: the Stone ISH. When I started the bosal for the Roby Canyon Hackamore I was more concerned with the fact I was going to be putting interweaves in the nosebutton when my memory clearly told me there were none (this is the TSII!! showing off fancy braidwork matters), than worried about whether to allow for the turns of the mecate AND the fiador. Of course it would fit.
I got the sidebuttons properly located relative to the eyes.
previous post) were beside the point. It was only natural to set him on the tack bench, right? Natural to somehow switch my attention from an unchosen Trad to this intoxicating bay, so popular, so long desired. I'd shaped the bosal to him, hadn't I?
Below is the fiador tied in a traditional hackamore knot.
True North, aka Ichabad Crane, aka Dry The Sea, was truly a much bigger horse.
There wasn't going to be enough room for the mecate.
I should have known.
On a different subject,
Why did this encounter, unusual but not rare, inspire me so? I've seen other riders while we were out birdwatching. I've got the whole world of Internet images to draw upon. I've got years of experience as to what training hackamores look like (which was of great use when it came to buckling down to this piece). Perhaps it was the wooden beads, obviously an easy way out of tying those bothersome fiador knots -- they looked so cute. Perhaps it was the color of the mecate; I'd never before made one with gray. Perhaps it was the stunning beauty of the hobbles combined with the headgear -- I'd never before seen braided connectors used to hang hobbles with, let alone matching colored ones. (In the paragraph, 'banded' means "having contrasting braided interweave rings.") Duh.
Perhaps it was the beauty of the horse. She was a stunner, a blue roan with a patchy snowflake hip blanket and plenty of spots. Spirited, barely under control, young (of course), great conformation. Perhaps it was the friendliness of the rider; she let me approach and pet and gawk. There was a second rider, on a pale palomino, but these two merely threw the App into relief. Geo and I had been noting the tracks of two shod horses on the dirt road and knew they were ahead of us, but only chance had caused them to turn around before we did. The moment I saw them I transitioned from the birder's best public-relations (you have to evolve this if you birdwatch long enough) to the heart of the tackmaker, well knowing what I was seeing. "Rosie" the mare rolled her eyes at me. The rider, however, complimented my hat three times. : )
|Image from California Classics via Google|
<Try it yourself: Divide 6.625 into 60, the inches of a fifteen-hand horse>
I'm supposed to be deciding whether to make another bosal, bigger this time, for the horse I've so clearly let sweep me away. Spluttering -- there's water in my seas yet -- I can only say this will take more time. I want to be working on mecates right now, and I've started. I'm pleased to say I dyed some thread last night, and this is what it looked like:
Stay tuned while I spin. Mecates usually take a week, but we'll just see what happens.