The Final Show: A Summer of Cutting Horses

As my time in Canada draws to a close, I find myself reflecting on the incredible journey I've had in Canada, immersed in the world of cutting horses. When I first booked my trip, I didn’t even know what cutting was. I had always been around horses, but I had never experienced the mesmerising spectacle of cutting competitions. Now, after spending countless hours learning and absorbing everything about this art form, I realise just how fortunate I’ve been to witness it firsthand.

Cutting is not just a sport; it’s a dance between horse and rider, a complex interplay of instinct and training. The way these magnificent animals lock eyes with the cattle, deftly shifting from side to side, is simply spellbinding. It’s a choreography that requires a deep connection between horse and rider, a bond built on trust and understanding. Watching the horses move with such grace and precision, I felt like I was observing true artistry in action.

From the moment I stepped into the cutting arena, I was surrounded by a vibrant community of horse trainers, lopers, pros, and amateurs. Each individual brought their own passion and expertise, contributing to an atmosphere charged with excitement and camaraderie. I was struck by the sense of support and encouragement that permeated the space, as everyone cheered each other on, regardless of their experience level.

I vividly remember my first day in the loping pen. Facing the simple yet daunting task of trotting my horse around in circles while being watched by seasoned competitors was intimidating. I felt like a fluorescent beacon of inexperience as I struggled to shake off my English riding habits. My hands remained stubbornly glued to the reins, and I could sense the curious gazes of those who had honed their skills over years. But that moment, although nerve-wracking, marked the beginning of an incredible transformation.

Fast forward six months, and I can confidently say that I have grown tremendously. Each show I attended and each day in Canada practising brought new challenges and opportunities to learn. The more I watched and practised, the more I began to understand the nuances of western riding and cutting. I soaked in every bit of advice, each lesson building upon the last. The thrill of being part of this community ignited a passion within me that I didn’t know existed.

As I prepared for the final show of the summer, I felt a mix of excitement and nostalgia. This event was not just a show it was a spectacle, the level of cutting here was like nothing that I had seen before. The NCHA Metallic Cat Futurity is the pinnacle of cutting, and watching Robin compete was awesome inspiring. The fact that he trains all his own horses and has reached this level is nothing short of incredible. It’s been an unforgettable experience to witness his hard work and dedication first hand. The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation as competitors geared up, and I was grateful to be part of it all.

In those final moments in the arena, as I watched riders showcase their hard work, I was reminded of how far I had come. The summer spent learning about the art of cutting has left an indelible mark on my heart. I may have started as a novice, but I leave with a newfound appreciation for the bond between horse and rider, and a desire to continue exploring this incredible world.

As I pack my bags and prepare to continue my journey elsewhere, I carry with me not just the skills I’ve acquired, but also a deep love for these remarkable horses and the art they perform. My time in Canada has been transformative, and while the summer may be ending, my journey with horses and the western world has only just begun. Whilst it saddens me deeply that I didn’t get. The opportunity to show myself this time, I look forward to returning, to further develop my abilities, embracing every opportunity to grow in this captivating sport. One day I will win the buckle that I am so desperate to earn.