After recovering from a very traumatic injury I decided I wanted to get back into riding again. After a long search and a cancelled airshow we finally went to see Mac. We had to dodge escaping cattle while trying him but decided he would be coming home to live with us.
Mac was a 16 hands strawberry roan gelding (although most people thought he was a lot bigger). He was quite green at first but we soon found out he had a heart as big as a lion and would try his hardest for me.
His greatest love was jumping both SJ and XC and he became extremely quick against the clock. No matter what angle you put him to a fence he would still get himself over. Quite often friends watching would close their eyes in disbelief at his cornering. He was a dream to ride xc, he ate up the ground and jumped for fun.
Over the years he tried his best at what ever discipline I asked of him, including riding club, British eventing, showing, dressage (he didn't really enjoy dressage but was always obidient at it). He was even happy to carry a side saddle.
He went to various championships including winning the British Riding Club Hunter Trail Championships in which his excellent ability to shut gates assisted his win.
He was an all round family pony, with every member of the family riding him and a local character in the area not only for his colour but his jump off ability. A few friends were lucky enough to also compete him, all saying the same thing, how much fun he was.
Having previously lived near the beach, he loved to go back there for a spin. However, it was on one of thes trips that he sustained a chronic tendon injury which unfortunately meant we had to say our goodbyes.
We had so many happy times together and so much fun. I was lucky that my husband is a photographer so I have many pictures of him and also my lovely bracelet.
My little pink pony, my wingman and soulmate, once met never forgotten. Big Mac, not a day goes by that I don't think of you.
George, May 2019