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Yeah but the horses had to be tougher just to survive.  We thought you needed to be able to count their ribs.  No fancy rigs, no electrolytes (what are those?) jeans and ace bandages, no helmets (aren't those the things you wear in shows, over fences).  It sure was a lot of fun though and I don't remember that many horses being treated and/or dying.  Wonder what the statistics are on that.  Course we started our season in Californina with American River in late April and the season ended with Drakes Bay the second week of September.  The horses got a lot of time off from hard training.

On 5/19/08, Ranelle Rubin <raneller@xxxxxxx> wrote:

Gee Maryben, I wonder what kind of sport we could start with a thread about how much tougher horses and people were in the 70's????

 
Courage is being scared to death, but saddling up anyway. ~ John Wayne

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Date: Mon, 19 May 2008 11:09:17 -0700
From: mbstover@xxxxxxxxx
To: raneller@xxxxxxx
Subject: Re: [RC] [RC] Bob Walz
CC: ridecamp@xxxxxxxxxxxxx

In 1974 Becky Hart and I rode Stuebben saddles with breeches and high black english boots when we started endurance riding.  We had trekking cases on our saddles.  We did not carry water or much of anything else.  Our horses were on 100% alfalfa and we had never heard of electrolytes.  How did we manage?

 

I still have my Stuebben Wotan that I would never trade away.

 

On Mon, May 19, 2008 at 5:45 AM, Ranelle Rubin <raneller@xxxxxxx> wrote:

Ridecampers,

Bob was a great guy..here is my "Bob" story:

About 20 years ago I was riding in the Cool area in an English Jumping saddle-Stueben Siegfried (now, come on folks, some of you did this too!)...with English irons. I met him on the trail, and we rode together awhile. I said something about his stirrups and that they looked so comfortable. He told me about them, and said I could get them from him. Now, as a single mom, riding was a luxury I felt guilty enough about..and spending $50.00 or so for a pair of stirrups sounded outrageous. He told me to come over and he would fix me up. So, of course, I did. He gave me a pair of stirrups that had been returned and re-welded. I rode in those for over 10 years. The weld came undone once up on the Pacific Crest Trail, making an interesting ride back! I took them to a shop in Tahoe where I lived at the time, and had them re-welded...and rode another 5 yrs or so in them..replacing them finally about a year or so ago for some lighter weight ones. (The early ones were pretty heavy)

My favorite memory of him is seeing him hauling butt on a horse named Sombro he got from a friend of mine...boy that horse could fly! Last year at the Georgetown fun ride, he watched all of us go out from a lawn chair..and just smiled...just about every rider said hi to him as they went by..

Sue, may you keep remembering the great times and the great man he was....all of us who ride without burning toes can be thankful he was so forward thinking.

Courage is being scared to death, but saddling up anyway. ~ John Wayne

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