I just updated my article on the proper fitting of a McClellan Saddle. The update includes covers the US Army McClellan Saddle (including the girthing procedure for the Whiting Conversion as per 1939) and the 1914 “Elxerimental” saddle (which is not a McClellan, but was briefly used during the Mexican Punitive Expedition, 1916-1917).
It’s amazing what horses will do for food. Here’s my Curly Mustang “Baba” (dark bay horse with curly hair) and her pasture mate Rhythm (grey) coming in for dinner. These two make live really easy at feeding time.
Baba always has to be the last one in, and she always has to make sure everyone else is in before she goes into her stall. She’s like the Borg Queen. She has to know were all the other units are at all times.
This guide is also very good for understanding general saddle fitting principles for how ‘rigid tree’ Military saddles like McClellans (both vintage and the better fitting modern versions) are intended to fit. (also see: “How to Properly Fit a McClellan Saddle”).
Horse.com is an excellent website for tack and all things horse.
Eyes that did not blink when the arrow grazed his neck
and caught the ancient meaning in a fleeting, burning glance.
Ears that heard the cannon´s roar, the wispered words of love.
Skin of shot silk that knew the summer´s heat, the winter´s frost.
Hooves that traced new paths to land unknown to man.
A heart whoes beat would quicken, keeping pace with the wishes of his master.
Tireless vigour, proving no demands for him too great.
His spirit shared the dreams and hopes of Old Spain´s men of iron,
while at his proud feet the conquered nations lay.
He lives yet. Only ask, and he will weave a spell
to light the dark recesses of your being
spinning around you a web of sweet delights.
He will be your children´s playmate; a child himself, he´ll do no harm.
He´ll pardon like no other your omissions, errors, thoughtless handling.
His back, a throne of feathers, will bear you smoothly at the trot and the gallop.
He´ll go where others dare not.
He´ll stand firm where others flee in terror.
You´ll discover that the pirouette is easy, that a rein back can go on forever.
That you need not be a great rider to preform airs above the ground.
At the spur´s light touch, he´ll take flight with the wind.
Bearing you safetly through the air laden with long forgotten fragrence.
With him, the distant monutains will be clearer, brighter the light of the stars.
The trilling of the nightingale more joyful, sweeter the gurgling of the streams.
And at the last you´ll understand why he was chosen one of kings