I love it when people comment on my blog. I take that as an indicator that the info I've put out has given them something to think about, or touched on an experience they've had or maybe answered a question they've always had but never asked. Comments also give me an idea of what people want to hear about, and it gives them a chance to share experiences they've had.
There are two things I will NOT tolerate, however: First, I won't allow people to talk smack about an individual fitter/trainer/rider/rep/tack shop (see this post), even if they're righteously pissed because of something rotten the fitter/trainer/rider/rep/tack shop has done. This isn't the venue for that sort of conversation.
Second, I will not tolerate comments made by individuals seeking a sleazy, back door method of promoting their web site - especially their saddle and tack retail web site. I've had a slew of those recently. I moderate all comments, and yes, I do check to see where they come from ... so no, you aren't going to get a freebie link on this blog just by saying things like, "WOW. Fantastic post. Very informative as well. Keep posting. I am waiting for your next post :)." This is sort of like pretending to give someone a pat on the back while trying to stick a "GO TO MY SITE" sign on their shirt. While it's nice to know that people find my posts helpful and informative, I'm not starved for validation.
While there have been a lot of comments in this vein (some quite literate, and some that make me want to repeatedly slam my face into my keyboard) the ultimate in icky (at least so far), has to be this one: "J
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
The plate says it was made by Hayes saddle makers in Cirencester. The leather is on the fragile side - it's covered with rain spots, and I'm not certain how well it would hold up if I started trying to dismantle or re-stitch anything - but the stirrup bars were tight, the billets and webbing seemed sound enough, and at first glance, it looked quite decent for 54 years old.
Then I looked at it from the front, and I noticed some serious crookedness:
Giving an owner the news that it's time to put the old reliable trooper out to pasture is always a touchy bit of work. Some people take it well, and some look for any way to forestall the inevitable: "I'll only use it on the old horse I've used it on for 23 years" or "I'll only use it on greenies as a breaking saddle" or "I'll only ride at the walk!" Fortunately, this customer was understanding and figured that after 54 years of service, his saddle was indeed ready to "go into the light."