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For the Stock Show Finals 2017 - Class List | Cutting

Featuring:
Horse: WRR Big Tank Hank
Riders Name: Jarin Jackson
Class: Cutting
Country: USA
Stock Show RESULTS!

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Sydney kept mentioning something about a cow horse over and over again. Until eventually, Jarin had to google it. He thought Sydney was just being rude about a horse, calling it fat. Rude. But he just kept talking about it like they were some sort of creature of their own nature. Even called Hank a cow horse. That piqued his interests.
So, Jarin Googled 'cow horse' and went to the images. He quickly understood that the horse was not the cow in this sense. Rather... "Oooh, are they like doing Pas de Deux but with a cow at liberty!? Whoa! How do you train a cow to do that!? They look so young!"
Sydney's furrowed brow couldn't have spelled 'What The Fuck?' any clearer. Pas de What? "The cow ain't trained to do nothin' dipshit. They're working it."
Jarin looked up from his phone, trying to grasp this new world of information, "Like exercising it?" Well, it sort of made sense. Cows weren't the...lightest creatures. Still, he hadn't heard of exercising cows before.
Sydney smirked a little. He was slowly getting used to how dumb Jarin was. He was past being frustrated by it. Now he just found it damn amusing at how simple he could be. Impressed, if anything. His sister, Tequila, was the biggest dumbass he knew and yet, Jarin was beginning to rival her. That was impressive coming from a woman that claimed the capital of Texas was the 'T'. "Aight, shit head, how 'bout you put away Dr. Google over there fer a sec and I'll show ya what a cow horse does. Lemme borrow Hank fer a sec, aight?"
Jarin looked at his phone for a moment. Dr. Google? Google was a doctor? Hmm, no wonder it knew everything. Doctors were smart! He locked his screen, pocketed it, and hopped off of Hank. They had just been resting in the shade after a round of working on ranch riding. Much different than the western pleasure aspect but luckily Hank was broke enough, Sydney showed him how to switch in and out of what Hank knew to do. He was so cool.
Sydney handed Tango off to Jarin to hold while he led Hank to the middle of the ring to mount up. Hank instinctively knew to spread his legs wide to accommodate his massive owner. Sydney didn't have to give him a warning shake. Sydney looked across to Jarin, "Well, come on, mount up already. Ain't no cows in here, stupid. Let's go."
Jarin flinched a little, looking at Tango, "You sure!?" He had never ridden Tango. Sydney always said no and explained that she was too green for him. Why all of a sudden? Either that meant she was far enough along that she wasn't green or maybe he trusted Jarin enough on her! He smiled and climbed aboard the tall overo chestnut mare.
Tango's ears immediately flicked back at Jarin, noticing the change of rider for the first time in her riding career. Her ears flipped forward to Sydney on Hank and she stood still as a statue, unsure what was expected of her.
Sydney headed out of the arena, opening the gate and leaving it open.
Tango still remained in the arena, staring off in the distance. Not daring to budge a muscle. Jarin second-guessed himself momentarily. He was about to call out to Sydney when he glanced back, "She's a horse, dipshit. Ride her for fuck's sake."
Jarin smiled and nodded, pressing his heels to her sides and off she went just as calm as could be. He caught back up with Sydney and Hank in no time, the two riding side by side with no issues. Hank was much too docile to bother with a mare and Tango had no interest in meet and greet with another horse while she was working. They rode to one of the far pastures of RidgeRunner and slipped through the gate. Sydney made sure to lock this one up again and they rode off over a hill. He spotted a small herd of cattle and headed for them. Tango's ears perked and she raised her head a whole whopping inch.
Sydney glanced at her, noting how she reacted. She had yet been exposed to a whole herd of cattle, just calves in the pens to play around with. This was sort of a 'desensitization' kind of day for her. She needed to get used to new riders other than himself and being exposed to ranch life was good for her as well. Hank wasn't bothered a bit. He didn't even change pace. He lazily looked among the cattle and carried on. Sydney held a hand up to Jarin as they approached, "You can keep her back here. Just watch for now, aight?"
Jarin nodded, and sat deep in the saddle, moving his legs forward. Tango stopped immediately, tucking her hind end underneath her and backing a few steps. Jarin instinctively moved his rein hand forward, impressed Tango stopped so dramatically. He could feel the buzz under him like she was ready to spin a hole in the ground and gallop off at any given second. She was incredible! He kept her steady as she and he stared on at Sydney entering the cattle herd.
Sydney walked Hank right up into the cattle, eyeing each one, looking for one that would make a good demo. The cattle moved left or right out of his way, some meandering at their own leisure, some hopping out of the way like he was a lion coming after them. He spotted a young calf, about a year old. He gave Sydney 'the eye' and herded a few of the young calves with him as he headed for the mothers. Sydney lifted his reins and pointed Hank in its direction. Hank's ears pitched forward and he began searching in the herd for the one Sydney had picked. Hank became light and nimble on his feet. Sydney only had to so much as turn his head and Hank felt the shift and turned immediately. This was a well coupled pair. They had known each other since Hank hit the ground 20 years ago.
Jarin watched what looked like Sydney was just moving through a herd. It didn't really look like what he had seen on the internet. But Hank looked like he was having a good time. Jarin sat up straight in the saddle as suddenly Hank lunged forward like he was hit with a hot shot. He dropped down and spun faster than he had ever seen him go! Jarin's gasped, thinking he must have fallen and hurt himself! His heart seized but as the cattle sprinted away from him, he saw Hank was okay. Only now, he was staring a young calf dead int he eye, his ears shaking from how alert and attentive he was on the small creature. Jarin glanced at Sydney and saw he had the same intense stare at the cow.
The cow dove to the side, ripping grass from under it and Hank lunged forward, cutting it off! It halted and tried to turn back only to have Hank practically do a 180 and close that path off again! The cow tried again and again, Hank shutting it down every time at incredible pace. It tried to bolt off to the side and Hank hauled ass, never letting it get the opportunity. He slid to a halt and did an incredible rollback and gallop off again as the calf tried to get back to the herd again.
Jarin's mouth fell open. This was...whoa. This was horsemanship on a whole new level. He knew about horse and rider moving as one but...he had never seen it in this setting. It was incredible. Captivating. He couldn't take his eyes off Hank who gave his entire heart to what he was doing. He never let his focus slip. One glance at Sydney and he could tell he was on the same page. Jarin was blown away.
"Back her up, ya moron! She's gonna cut! Back her up!"
Jarin snapped out of his dream vision, hearing Sydney yell at him. Hank was staring at Jarin, stood as docile as could be. Sydney had pulled him off the cow. Where did the cow...
Jarin only saw the dark blur in front of him as Tango dropped about four feet and bolted to the side. Jarin grabbed the horn with all his might, being slung backwards from the raw power Tango had. He would have recovered had she not slammed the brakes on hard and cut back the other direction to block the cow. Jarin was rubber-banded right over her outside shoulder and pitched like a bag of dog food. He hit the grass upside down and rolled ass-first into a fresh pile of cow shit with a horrible splat sound. ...It was still warm even...
Tango hopped forward, noticed she had rid her rider and halted immediately, standing square and still, waiting for her orders.
Sydney rode over, snorting and chuckling to himself as the calf returned to the herd bucking and carrying on victoriously. Sydney looked down, "Word of advise: keep yer eye on the cow, shit ass."
Jarin looked down at his ruined jods. They wreaked already. But that aside, Jarin looked up at Sydney with all the enthusiasm and excitement he could muster, his eyes practically sparkling like sequins, "Can I try that again!? That was so cool! She was just like zoom!! And WOW!"
Sydney leaned on the saddle horn, smiling down at the imbecile. He didn't have to worry about him riding English ever again. Once you start working a horse int he true western setting, one didn't go back to dancing about like an idiot in a monkey suit. He shook his head, "Only if ya ride in yer undies. Ya ain't sitting your shit ass in one of my saddles." Sydney was about to move Hank off back for the stables. Jarin could walk.
"Hang on!" Sydney halted and looked back, furrowing his brow. He raised a furry brow, watching as Jarin hopped up and yanked his belt off. He turned Hank, his mouth hanging loose for a moment, "What the fu-" This kid...what?
Jarin yanked his boots off while he unzipped his jods. He was dead serious to try that again and whatever it took, he didn't care in this moment. "I-I have my shorts on still from my run this morning. I didn't get to change out of them yet since I was running a bit late. Will those do instead!? I-I can take th-them off too..."
Sydney doubled over laughing, slapping his thigh in hysteria. This kid was incredible! Incredibly dumb!! Sydney howled until he cried a little, "Leave yer goddamn shorts on, you fuckin' lunatic! What are you, a stripper!?"
Jarin blushed hard, pulling his boots back on, now in his gym shorts. He forced a serious face on. He wanted to do this. Whatever it took. If he had to lose some dignity, so be it. He tossed his jods aside and marched over to Tango. Sydney wiped his eyes and trotted Hank over. He dismounted and shoved Jarin away from Tango. He chuckled again and handed him Hank's reins, "Here, how about you try Hank instead. I wanna see you fly off his shoulder too." Sydney snorted and laughed again.
Jarin smiled awkwardly, "I-I'll keep my eye on the cow!"
Sydney scoffed at how naive Jarin was but grinned at his enthusiasm, "Yea, good luck to ya, shit ass." Anything to pull him into western world more. He was fully corrupted into it now. And it was hilarious to watch him try to fit in like an awkward goose among eagles.
Jarin mounted up, really wishing his nickname wasn't Shit Ass now...he looked to the cows and forgot about his embarrassing state of attire. (Tristan would have gone mental...) He wanted Hank to do that cool stuff again! And Jarin wanted to stay with him, no matter how many times he was flung off into cow shit. He would get this down! It looked way neat!
(2030 word count)

Previous: Bitch In The Sheets | Next: PLAY IT COOL
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alt. title: Shit Ass or Awkward Goose Among Eagles
Jarin must have been a bird in his previous existence. He's been referred to as a Violent Swan, a Drunken Duck, and now an Awkward Goose. I need to pick new animals to compare him to but these have all been so accurate xD
I was relieved to have this mostly done already before I went for my trip so I didn't have much left to do on it! My work will slow considerably again as I don't have any backlogged work stashed anymore xD Dammit. Back to the drawing board, literally lol
Jarin's just glad he's in clothes again. He refuses to make eye contact with anyone anymore.

Jarin/Hank/Sydney/Tequila/Tango © Drasayer
Tristan © Saoradh (look, he made it in...barely)

SAI/Photoshop CS6

Description

For the Stock Show Finals 2017 - Class List | Cutting

Featuring:
Horse: WRR Big Tank Hank
Riders Name: Jarin Jackson
Class: Cutting
Country: USA
Stock Show RESULTS!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sydney kept mentioning something about a cow horse over and over again. Until eventually, Jarin had to google it. He thought Sydney was just being rude about a horse, calling it fat. Rude. But he just kept talking about it like they were some sort of creature of their own nature. Even called Hank a cow horse. That piqued his interests.
So, Jarin Googled 'cow horse' and went to the images. He quickly understood that the horse was not the cow in this sense. Rather... "Oooh, are they like doing Pas de Deux but with a cow at liberty!? Whoa! How do you train a cow to do that!? They look so young!"
Sydney's furrowed brow couldn't have spelled 'What The Fuck?' any clearer. Pas de What? "The cow ain't trained to do nothin' dipshit. They're working it."
Jarin looked up from his phone, trying to grasp this new world of information, "Like exercising it?" Well, it sort of made sense. Cows weren't the...lightest creatures. Still, he hadn't heard of exercising cows before.
Sydney smirked a little. He was slowly getting used to how dumb Jarin was. He was past being frustrated by it. Now he just found it damn amusing at how simple he could be. Impressed, if anything. His sister, Tequila, was the biggest dumbass he knew and yet, Jarin was beginning to rival her. That was impressive coming from a woman that claimed the capital of Texas was the 'T'. "Aight, shit head, how 'bout you put away Dr. Google over there fer a sec and I'll show ya what a cow horse does. Lemme borrow Hank fer a sec, aight?"
Jarin looked at his phone for a moment. Dr. Google? Google was a doctor? Hmm, no wonder it knew everything. Doctors were smart! He locked his screen, pocketed it, and hopped off of Hank. They had just been resting in the shade after a round of working on ranch riding. Much different than the western pleasure aspect but luckily Hank was broke enough, Sydney showed him how to switch in and out of what Hank knew to do. He was so cool.
Sydney handed Tango off to Jarin to hold while he led Hank to the middle of the ring to mount up. Hank instinctively knew to spread his legs wide to accommodate his massive owner. Sydney didn't have to give him a warning shake. Sydney looked across to Jarin, "Well, come on, mount up already. Ain't no cows in here, stupid. Let's go."
Jarin flinched a little, looking at Tango, "You sure!?" He had never ridden Tango. Sydney always said no and explained that she was too green for him. Why all of a sudden? Either that meant she was far enough along that she wasn't green or maybe he trusted Jarin enough on her! He smiled and climbed aboard the tall overo chestnut mare.
Tango's ears immediately flicked back at Jarin, noticing the change of rider for the first time in her riding career. Her ears flipped forward to Sydney on Hank and she stood still as a statue, unsure what was expected of her.
Sydney headed out of the arena, opening the gate and leaving it open.
Tango still remained in the arena, staring off in the distance. Not daring to budge a muscle. Jarin second-guessed himself momentarily. He was about to call out to Sydney when he glanced back, "She's a horse, dipshit. Ride her for fuck's sake."
Jarin smiled and nodded, pressing his heels to her sides and off she went just as calm as could be. He caught back up with Sydney and Hank in no time, the two riding side by side with no issues. Hank was much too docile to bother with a mare and Tango had no interest in meet and greet with another horse while she was working. They rode to one of the far pastures of RidgeRunner and slipped through the gate. Sydney made sure to lock this one up again and they rode off over a hill. He spotted a small herd of cattle and headed for them. Tango's ears perked and she raised her head a whole whopping inch.
Sydney glanced at her, noting how she reacted. She had yet been exposed to a whole herd of cattle, just calves in the pens to play around with. This was sort of a 'desensitization' kind of day for her. She needed to get used to new riders other than himself and being exposed to ranch life was good for her as well. Hank wasn't bothered a bit. He didn't even change pace. He lazily looked among the cattle and carried on. Sydney held a hand up to Jarin as they approached, "You can keep her back here. Just watch for now, aight?"
Jarin nodded, and sat deep in the saddle, moving his legs forward. Tango stopped immediately, tucking her hind end underneath her and backing a few steps. Jarin instinctively moved his rein hand forward, impressed Tango stopped so dramatically. He could feel the buzz under him like she was ready to spin a hole in the ground and gallop off at any given second. She was incredible! He kept her steady as she and he stared on at Sydney entering the cattle herd.
Sydney walked Hank right up into the cattle, eyeing each one, looking for one that would make a good demo. The cattle moved left or right out of his way, some meandering at their own leisure, some hopping out of the way like he was a lion coming after them. He spotted a young calf, about a year old. He gave Sydney 'the eye' and herded a few of the young calves with him as he headed for the mothers. Sydney lifted his reins and pointed Hank in its direction. Hank's ears pitched forward and he began searching in the herd for the one Sydney had picked. Hank became light and nimble on his feet. Sydney only had to so much as turn his head and Hank felt the shift and turned immediately. This was a well coupled pair. They had known each other since Hank hit the ground 20 years ago.
Jarin watched what looked like Sydney was just moving through a herd. It didn't really look like what he had seen on the internet. But Hank looked like he was having a good time. Jarin sat up straight in the saddle as suddenly Hank lunged forward like he was hit with a hot shot. He dropped down and spun faster than he had ever seen him go! Jarin's gasped, thinking he must have fallen and hurt himself! His heart seized but as the cattle sprinted away from him, he saw Hank was okay. Only now, he was staring a young calf dead int he eye, his ears shaking from how alert and attentive he was on the small creature. Jarin glanced at Sydney and saw he had the same intense stare at the cow.
The cow dove to the side, ripping grass from under it and Hank lunged forward, cutting it off! It halted and tried to turn back only to have Hank practically do a 180 and close that path off again! The cow tried again and again, Hank shutting it down every time at incredible pace. It tried to bolt off to the side and Hank hauled ass, never letting it get the opportunity. He slid to a halt and did an incredible rollback and gallop off again as the calf tried to get back to the herd again.
Jarin's mouth fell open. This was...whoa. This was horsemanship on a whole new level. He knew about horse and rider moving as one but...he had never seen it in this setting. It was incredible. Captivating. He couldn't take his eyes off Hank who gave his entire heart to what he was doing. He never let his focus slip. One glance at Sydney and he could tell he was on the same page. Jarin was blown away.
"Back her up, ya moron! She's gonna cut! Back her up!"
Jarin snapped out of his dream vision, hearing Sydney yell at him. Hank was staring at Jarin, stood as docile as could be. Sydney had pulled him off the cow. Where did the cow...
Jarin only saw the dark blur in front of him as Tango dropped about four feet and bolted to the side. Jarin grabbed the horn with all his might, being slung backwards from the raw power Tango had. He would have recovered had she not slammed the brakes on hard and cut back the other direction to block the cow. Jarin was rubber-banded right over her outside shoulder and pitched like a bag of dog food. He hit the grass upside down and rolled ass-first into a fresh pile of cow shit with a horrible splat sound. ...It was still warm even...
Tango hopped forward, noticed she had rid her rider and halted immediately, standing square and still, waiting for her orders.
Sydney rode over, snorting and chuckling to himself as the calf returned to the herd bucking and carrying on victoriously. Sydney looked down, "Word of advise: keep yer eye on the cow, shit ass."
Jarin looked down at his ruined jods. They wreaked already. But that aside, Jarin looked up at Sydney with all the enthusiasm and excitement he could muster, his eyes practically sparkling like sequins, "Can I try that again!? That was so cool! She was just like zoom!! And WOW!"
Sydney leaned on the saddle horn, smiling down at the imbecile. He didn't have to worry about him riding English ever again. Once you start working a horse int he true western setting, one didn't go back to dancing about like an idiot in a monkey suit. He shook his head, "Only if ya ride in yer undies. Ya ain't sitting your shit ass in one of my saddles." Sydney was about to move Hank off back for the stables. Jarin could walk.
"Hang on!" Sydney halted and looked back, furrowing his brow. He raised a furry brow, watching as Jarin hopped up and yanked his belt off. He turned Hank, his mouth hanging loose for a moment, "What the fu-" This kid...what?
Jarin yanked his boots off while he unzipped his jods. He was dead serious to try that again and whatever it took, he didn't care in this moment. "I-I have my shorts on still from my run this morning. I didn't get to change out of them yet since I was running a bit late. Will those do instead!? I-I can take th-them off too..."
Sydney doubled over laughing, slapping his thigh in hysteria. This kid was incredible! Incredibly dumb!! Sydney howled until he cried a little, "Leave yer goddamn shorts on, you fuckin' lunatic! What are you, a stripper!?"
Jarin blushed hard, pulling his boots back on, now in his gym shorts. He forced a serious face on. He wanted to do this. Whatever it took. If he had to lose some dignity, so be it. He tossed his jods aside and marched over to Tango. Sydney wiped his eyes and trotted Hank over. He dismounted and shoved Jarin away from Tango. He chuckled again and handed him Hank's reins, "Here, how about you try Hank instead. I wanna see you fly off his shoulder too." Sydney snorted and laughed again.
Jarin smiled awkwardly, "I-I'll keep my eye on the cow!"
Sydney scoffed at how naive Jarin was but grinned at his enthusiasm, "Yea, good luck to ya, shit ass." Anything to pull him into western world more. He was fully corrupted into it now. And it was hilarious to watch him try to fit in like an awkward goose among eagles.
Jarin mounted up, really wishing his nickname wasn't Shit Ass now...he looked to the cows and forgot about his embarrassing state of attire. (Tristan would have gone mental...) He wanted Hank to do that cool stuff again! And Jarin wanted to stay with him, no matter how many times he was flung off into cow shit. He would get this down! It looked way neat!
(2030 word count)

Previous: Bitch In The Sheets | Next: PLAY IT COOL
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alt. title: Shit Ass or Awkward Goose Among Eagles
Jarin must have been a bird in his previous existence. He's been referred to as a Violent Swan, a Drunken Duck, and now an Awkward Goose. I need to pick new animals to compare him to but these have all been so accurate xD
I was relieved to have this mostly done already before I went for my trip so I didn't have much left to do on it! My work will slow considerably again as I don't have any backlogged work stashed anymore xD Dammit. Back to the drawing board, literally lol
Jarin's just glad he's in clothes again. He refuses to make eye contact with anyone anymore.

Jarin/Hank/Sydney/Tequila/Tango © Drasayer
Tristan © Saoradh (look, he made it in...barely)

SAI/Photoshop CS6