Whisper was too smart for her own good. She figured out all sorts of ways to avoid the jump.
Looks like she is thinking about it, maybe... but no - she spun on her hind quarters and headed back out and around
Okay, so I can't clear a jump set to that height. Laugh if you want, but I will challenge you to a foot race with paddock boots on, in deep sand, with sweaty jeans stuck to you any day of the week. I turned her loose when I thought she had committed and she was out of there again.
I took Whisper back out in the dusky light that was left and set the bar at about one foot of the ground and we ran it together 4 times, we may be destined for a non-jumper after all.
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