
Anyone on here who was interested in showing Horses in the early '90s will probably remember Mr Mead - a magnificent chestnut heavyweight Show Hunter. He made Horse Show history by winning the heavyweights and the Supreme ridden championship at HOYS aged only 4! He was that rare thing, a Thouroughbred who was a true heavyweight - over 18hh, but could move like a dream, just floated in trot and galloped like nothing else I have ever seen. He was shown by a top Pro producer (David Tatlow). Lot of talk at the time about how a youngster produced the "top' and wieght that he did. It ws also noted that on the morning of Wembley one of the grooms was out from 4am lunging him! Well, just before Christmas Mr Mead died - he has had a very chequered life since that big win - was bought by a firend of ours (against advise) and came up to the North East to do the circuit here. It was impossible to keep the weight on him - became fairly obvious that the "conditon" was steroid induced, also apparent that most of his shows he must have been tranquilised in some way. he was one of the most beautiful horses I have ever seen, and that rare thing, a genuinely nasty horse! He was in our yard, and there were no pleasant features about him. He would look for your foot to stamp on, and while you wre hopping in agony (he was a very heavy horse!) would whip round and kick you! Whenever I plaited him up I ended covered in nips and bruises. Even oiling his feet was a potential danger. We grew to reallly dislike him (which I feel so guilty about now) and his new owner had little success with him. He was also a liability to ride out, as he used to strike out at white lines and passing traffic. He was a danger at shows - at the Great Yorkshire I was walking him up to the ring and he decided to attack a pushchair! (luckily he missed) You could see the look of trepidation on judges faces when they came to ride him.
We persuaded the owner to part with him, and an aquaitaince bought him to try and re-train for dressage. Last time we saw him for some years he was doing a full gallop out of the ring at a small country show, and appeared set to leave the showground. We did hear on the grapevine that he was sold cheaply to his rider after this, and then notihing else. A couple of years ago my ex-partner was driving near his new home and saw a familiar equine face approaching - Mr Mead. On top was his new owner, very much a novice. Stopping to talk he discoverd she had been to scared to learn to ride for years, but had helped out at a local riding school. She like the look of Mr Mead and was sorry no one else seemed to love him! His owner told her he was for sale and would probably go fo meat as he was so difficult. So she bought him , then & there for the meat price! Learned to ride on him - and never had a cross word with him, in the principal she never asked him to do anything he didnt want. If he got to the end of the lane and wanted to go back, she simply let him.
She has owned him for several years now, and recently he started to suffer nose bleeds. (This had happened in our yard a few times when he was over excited) Just before Christmas one happened that would not stop, vet could do nothing, and he simply slipped away. Vet confirmed that the likely casue of this was the substance abuse he was subject to as a youngster. So a moral to the tale - however much you want to win by questionable methods, think of Mr. M and his horrible end. Poor horse, at least he had a happy few years at the end of his life, but perhaps he could have been such a different boy right from the begining, even if not such a success?
bye
Gwen